"Uncle, what day is today?" Fang Yun still couldn't stand this dining atmosphere, and if he didn't distract himself, he was afraid that he would vomit......

The uncle chewed the cake in his mouth seriously, swallowed it, and responded slowly and leisurely after a while: "What a day, silly boy, today is the day you wake up!"

Fang Yun had a black line on his head and argued unwillingly: "I asked, what day is it in the Ankara calendar!"

"Oh~ What a little fool, today is August 29, 985 in the Ankara calendar. The uncle snorted, as if it was a problem to speak, and forgot that little Allen had just woken up from a coma.

Fang Yun felt that it would be tiring to continue to communicate, so he simply stopped talking and concentrated on dealing with the food in the bowl.

After breakfast, Fang Yun slipped away from Uncle Dick on the pretext of walking, leaving the uncle to look like he was going to talk and rest, quite helpless.

"Little Allen woke up a little different, probably he also sensed that I didn't live long, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Alas, poor boy, ......" the uncle turned back and went on with his dream-making business, and as he came, he became more and more sleepy.

On August 29, 985 in the Ankara calendar, Fang Yun walked in the first day of the Atlas with a new identity.

The so-called 100 steps after dinner, through the year after year, maybe come again to cross to the rich man's house, think about it is a small excitement to climb to the peak of life all of a sudden, there is wood.

However, Fang Yun (Allen) didn't think so. He decided to fit into the world in a new identity, at least until he could get out of it.

Alan (Fang Yun) roamed along the village trail on foot.

The origin of the name Sequoia Village comes from a dense redwood forest at the back of the village, where most of the wood for the houses in the village is harvested. The wood has a bright red base when it is first planed, and the color gradually darkens over time.

There is only one main road in the village, and on both sides of the road, the houses are all single-storey wooden structures with artemisia grass on top. Some were newly built houses, abruptly lit up in a crowd of old dark reds.

What is particularly conspicuous is that on the side of the road 100 meters away, a two-storey attic stands out, the wide and neat dark stripes on the body of the house symbolize the quality of the wood material, the roof is not piled with weeds, but by the huge palm leaves from a distant place on the faint wooden plank, at a glance you know that the owner of the house is extraordinary, iron must be the village moat.

Smoke drifted intermittently from the rooftops of the surrounding cottages, and it was obvious that the villagers were preparing their own breakfast, maybe they should come out later, but Allen's footsteps did not stop, because he saw a middle-aged man not far away waving to him.

"Little Alan is awake, let Uncle Lausanne see how you are recovering. The one who spoke was one of the team members saved by Allen's father back then, and he has always been grateful to Gal and took care of little Allen very much.

Lausanne is now the village hunting captain, with sturdy arms the sun-kissed hue of wheat and the proper size of a grown man.

He looked Alan up and down, and his mouth kept showing surprise: "Tut-tut, the recovery is so good, it seems that the epiphany is really a strange thing, but it's a pity that it's too rare to meet." ”

"Yes, little Allen is in good health, and the Gal couple must be blessed with their children in the dark. At the door of the next room, a middle-aged woman walked out with her waist the thickness of a bucket, and the breath of a country woman greeted her.

"Hello Uncle Lausanne! Aunt Penny is early!" Alan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, politely greeting the two in front of him.

After a while, the villagers from the neighborhood came out one after another, some were drinking wheat cereal with rice bowls, some were holding a black bone and gnawing on a bit of meat on it, and some even held a burning stick, and the tip of the stick was emitting a trace of green smoke......

The village is so big, the whole village knows everything, and knowing Allen's deeds, the surrounding villagers say a word to me, and Allen is indispensable in every sentence, all revealing concern.

The village style is simple, and he is still a very popular child, Alan couldn't resist it for a while, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, at this time, an old man with a gray beard walked over, waved his left hand, and the chatter around him stopped, looking very prestigious.

"Alright, let's go about our work. Alan, follow me. The old man was the head of Sequoia Village, and with that, he hobbled towards the two-story attic with his hands behind his back.

Alan was relieved, apologized to the surrounding villagers, and hurriedly followed.

In the attic, Alan sat on a redwood chair, sipping the tea served by the village chief's grandfather, the taste was slightly bitter at first taste, but after drinking it, there was a burst of sweetness in his mouth, and Alan couldn't help but take a few sips.

"Alan, are you all right?" the village chief asked earnestly.

"Well, it's nothing more. Alan replied obediently.

"Seeing that you have grown so big, you will be an adult in a few years, and your parents will be very happy if they find out. ”

The village chief said something inexplicable, Alan was puzzled, and he had to wait until he was 18 years old when he became an adult, and it was too early. Smiling awkwardly, Alan continued to drink the cup of tea in his hand.

"That, Alan, look, our village is so small, you probably have been bored for a long time, do you want to go to the outside world to see?"

"I don't want to. "If it was the original owner, Alan would definitely jump for joy, how could he not agree. But now, Alan was drinking tea leisurely.

Joke, the master has just crossed over, and the land is not yet familiar, how can he agree casually, not afraid of being sold and helping to work for the money?

"Uh......" The village chief blew his beard and glared, why did this hairy cub suddenly change his temperament, hasn't he always longed to go outside for adventures, and he has not pestered people who have gone out to tell those new things outside.

The village chief had a big head for a while, and remembered what Dick had talked to him about that day, so he persuaded patiently: "Little Alan, people have to grow up, you can't stay in the village for the rest of your life, how useless it is." Taking advantage of this opportunity now, Duke will be sent to the city by his father next month to learn a trade, and you are the same age as him, so you might as well go out and learn a long time together. ”

Duke, Alan knows, is the grandson of the village chief, and he has a good relationship with himself.

Before Alan had time to think about anything, the village chief struck while the iron was hot and said, "Don't be in a hurry, go back and ask your Uncle Dick before making a decision." "Boy, leave the ideological work to Dick. The village chief thought so.

Alan nodded thoughtfully, acquiescing to the village chief's suggestion.