Because Uncle Xu from the village went to Kapok Town yesterday, he naturally didn't forget to bring a pot of good rice wine to the village chief Old Man Li when he came back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The small village is deep in the mountains, and if he wants to drink, in addition to the Huaihua wine made by Li Molan, a stinky boy, in his spare time, the only thing is to rely on the rice wine in Kapok Town.

The eyes of the old man Li, who had obtained the good wine, were extraordinarily bright, and they were even more blue than the turbidity of the past.

Lao Li sat on the threshold of his house, holding the wine gourd, and the wine gourd was not very good, and it seemed much more funny that the wine gourd could be held in his arms like this.

Lao Li didn't care about these either, when he was addicted to alcohol, he raised the wine gourd and took a sip, satisfying his tongue just right, and not drinking too much at once.

Drink and eat to think about that, this old guy who doesn't cultivate is inevitably vulgar.

Huangni Village is not big, and there are not many people, but there is a pretty widow Zhang, every time he sees Li Molan's kid calling Aunt Zhang, and then being loved by this pretty widow in his arms, Old Man Li can't help but be envious and jealous.

Although hatred is not enough, but a run and run are inevitable, and then the stinky boy did not forget to fight back Why this stinky old man cares so much about Aunt Zhang, Old Man Li can't explain it, so what's the matter?

Last night there was a new rain, that is, the old guy surnamed Xu came back quickly, if he returned to the village late, he might become a soup chicken, and the air after the rain was also very refreshing, looking at the white clouds in the blue sky like a little lady's clothes, beautiful.

Old man Li was wandering out of the world with a wine gourd, but a young man slowly walked in the distance.

However, looking at his immature face, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a boy, as far as the body and bones are concerned, it is about six years old, and it is difficult for people to associate such a boy with the child king in the village.

The boy was naturally not the child king of the village, at least not in his own eyes.

He never wanted to be confused with a child.

Maybe in the eyes of adults, those children in Huangni Village listen to him more, but that's just the surface, in fact, the mentally mature boys think that they are the guardians of this group of melon babies, instead of Aunt Zhang and Sister-in-law Xu, they take care of the children.

These things are inexplicable, at least in the eyes of the boy named Li Molan, these things are still better not explained, otherwise how can he explain his mature mind at a young age, and the other world in his chest?

Silence is golden, hence the word silence in the name.

Old man Li sat on the threshold and drank.

In his own eyes, he is the leisurely of the fairy of the race, but in the eyes of the boy, he is just an old man who has stolen half a day's leisure, sloppy, and full of alcohol, and now the boy's expression is not very good-looking.

"It just rained last night, although the rain is not heavy, but the loess on this threshold has not been washed away, it is all ugly muddy water, you are leisurely, do you want to stand up and look at the mud on your ass? I washed all these clothes! Old man, if you don't wash your clothes by yourself today, don't think about drinking acacia wine for a month!"

The boy rolled up his sleeves and put on an unhappy look, but in fact he was in a bad mood.

Although Li Molan was an orphan, she was later picked up by the village chief of Huangni Village, Old Man Li, and the two should be grandchildren.

But one is old and uncultivated, and the other is very mature, which makes their grandson look more like grandpa, and the guardianship relationship should be the opposite.

When the old man Li heard that the boy was threatening with acacia wine, he was stunned, and after thinking about it for a long time, his eyes were rolling around, and he couldn't come up with any good plans, and finally got up and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll wash it, I'll wash it." ”

"Forget it, you don't know how to do your laundry properly at all, and it's the same as if you didn't. The boy sighed slightly, "I'll have to wash it again." ”

The old man laughed, and felt that this was not very authentic, so he hurriedly hugged the wine gourd and went to another place leisurely.

"Don't forget to change my clothes at night!" the boy shouted at the old man's staggering back, wondering if the old guy with mud on his ass heard it.

When he returned to the house, he took out the torn book of "Cultivation Guide" in the cabinet, and the young man looked at it carefully, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. There are countless cultivators in the world, but I don't know if he has his share, but most people can't cultivate, and he is not too unlucky, he can only be regarded as ordinary.

The boy held the book in his hand, brought a small stool, and sat at the door of the house, looking at the muddy yellow earth of the village outside and the undulating mountains beyond, and calmly opened the book.

The book is bound in thread, but it has been re-stitched by the boy with thread countless times in the past two years, and he can't let this torn book turn into countless white butterflies wandering in the breeze.

But no matter how badly the pages are turned and how yellow the pages are, they can't change the fact that nothing has been found in the past two years.

The countless qi machines between heaven and earth are spiritual energy. If these spiritual energy are introduced into the body, they can be used to cleanse the internal organs and pursue the path of eternal life.

These auras are a kind of treasure, a treasure that is simply prevented from being claimed between heaven and earth, and the key to obtaining this treasure is logically the "Cultivation Guide" in the boy's hand.

Although it is a bad street product, even though it is a cheap goods brought to him by Uncle Xu from the bookstore in Kapok Town, it is the most precious thing for Li Molan.

The boy reads the book, but in fact, the few words in the book are already so familiar with it that no matter how much he looks at it, he can't see anything.

Knowing is knowing and not knowing is not knowing, Li Molan always feels that she is the kind of person who is born to know, no matter how you say it, it should be a genius, who knows that when you pick up this book, you can't see the way when you pick up this book, you can't see the way when you look left and right, and you can't help but get discouraged.

Cultivators, one in a thousand, most people are not able to cultivate, boys are not special, just ordinary, that's all.

The boy sighed.

It's just ordinary, he's not a perverted monster, he can become a peerless genius, but he can't pass this key and get the treasure in the world, it's not very unlucky, it's just very ordinary.

But those invisible and untouched aura, right in front of their own eyes, in vain they still have the memory of another world hidden in their hearts, but they can't make some amazing and shocking things in this North Sea land, just ordinary, the same as in the previous life, how can this be willing?

Although with his heart, it is not a good choice to live a dull life, but such a treasure ...... He really wanted to see it, he wanted to feel it, what it was like.

It must be like a superman.

Li Molan used a metaphor in her mind that no one could understand.

In my spare time, I looked up in a daze and looked at an old tree.

An old locust tree.

This old locust tree is planted in front of his house, the old locust tree is very tall, at least every time he climbs up, he will secretly measure, at least ten zhang, and every time he climbs up, the other children in Huangni Village will gather and admire.

Because many adults in the village can't climb this tree, let alone children, in a sense, Li Molan feels that she is quite talented in climbing trees.

But he is not a natural monkey after all, how can there be a monkey who is old-fashioned and taciturn all day long.

The housework at home is all undertaken by Li Molan, and as for the problem of rice, except for the occasional hundred family meals, basically the ingredients are also caught by the boy himself in the mountains.

There are countless creatures in the mountains, wild foxes under the hares and trees in the mountains, those are all good ingredients, and it is almost the same to catch a pheasant, with such a food source, the grandfather and grandson actually have meat to eat, and they are not bitter to their stomachs at all.

Of course, the rice is also made by boys, and the bad old man has no characteristics except for lazy advanced cancer.

Li Molan was worried about this bad old man, after all, when he was young, he spent some effort to raise him, so he didn't say anything, and his cooking skills were also first-class, which was a little worse than his level of making acacia wine.

The source of the locust wine still needs the branches and leaves on the old locust tree or something, this unique skill was originally Aunt Zhang in the village, but Zhang Tiantian, the daughter of the widow Zhang who still has the charm of the, was unwilling to learn this technique, and finally Li Molan inherited it, and the green out of the blue, the Huaihua wine brewed can be regarded as a jade liquid, at least compared to the century-old wine.

Although Old Man Li has a lot of eyes on the yellow wine in Kapok Town, if it is compared with the Huaihua wine made by the boy, it is not worth mentioning.

At the other end of Huangni Village, some children can be seen playing in the distance, such as Zhang Tiantian, the daughter of Widow Zhang, Xu Xiaohu of Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, such as Wang Xiaoshi...... They are all little urchins from the village.

These babies don't listen much to their father's words, but they only listen to Li Molan's words, and the boys always take responsibility and teach these naughty children some sophisticated truths.

Although these children were ignorant and couldn't understand a few words, they admired Li Molan, who had a university question in their womb, and felt that even if he couldn't cultivate that Tao and become an immortal as he wished in the future, being a literati would be enough to make these illiterate countrymen in Huangni Village raise their faces.

"Oh, by the way, Sister Tang Xi, I seem to have promised her that I would go to Kapok Town to see her in the past two days, and if she was late, would she be angry?" The boy suddenly remembered something, got up and looked around, and finally walked to the back of the house and led an old green cow out.

The appearance of the old green cow is no different from the ordinary old youth, but Li Molan never underestimates his old green cow.

Although he was nicknamed "Xiaoqing", the old Qingniu's age is well-known, and he has lived for at least a few decades, anyway, he is definitely not too tall compared to the boy's age.

According to Old Man Li's words, this old cow is old and psychic, but it must not be slaughtered and eaten, it must be raised well, and it can bring good luck to our Huangni Village.

Li Molan didn't believe in the feudal superstition of luck, but since the old green cow ran out by himself in a flash flood one day and rescued Li Molan, who was in danger, the boy was silent for a long time and decided to treat the old green cow well.

Although Xiaoqing's temper doesn't seem to be very good, but in the end he saved his life, he can't do it against the old Qingniu's temperament, anyway, he raises it, he doesn't break his wealth by eating grass, and he can also be a means of transportation, isn't it good?

Touching the head of the inferior old green cow, Xiaoqing also roared dissatisfied, but did not make any other protests, and then the boy flexibly climbed onto the back of the old green cow, really like a handsome little monkey.

After the new rain yesterday, the loess road was muddy, and the boy rode away on a bull and headed towards Kapok Town.