"Brother Songzi, Brother Songzi..."

Ah Ping walked through the verdant green forests washed by the rain, and in the solemn silence peculiar to the coniferous forests, in the green where the sun could not penetrate, the sound that could be heard by the ears was only the rustle of feet on the ground, and the echo.

Ah Ping walked a little way and came to a big tree, which was as thick as a few people hugging each other, and from the tree hung many vines and unknown flowers, and there was a thatched house on the side.

In front of the house was a large area for growing vegetables, and there were some plants that Ah Ping didn't recognize, and several squirrels were running back and forth in the field, as if patrolling the field.

"Ah Ping, what's wrong? A young man came from behind the house.

He was wearing a thin dress, but there was a hot air rising all over him, and there were some small flowers scattered on his hair, and green shoots also appeared on the wooden hairpin used to tie his hair, and he came to Ah Ping with a hoe.

The young man is Xue Song, he has been in this world for more than three years, he has not exploded, and he also knows the ins and outs of the matter from the bag left by Uncle Changchun.

"Brother Songzi, the group of people you told us about last time have come to the village again, and now they are guests at my house," Ah Ping said, tilting his head. He looked at the little bird that had just flown to Brother Songzi's shoulder, and he was very envious.

Xue Song looked down at the little boy's envious eyes and smiled, "Okay, go play, don't hurt the little bird..."

Ah Ping carefully put his hands on his head, and walked to the side to play with the bird.

Xue Song returned to the thatched hut, the house was very simple, there were only two rooms, one of which contained only a table and a hammock made of vines, which seemed to grow out of the ground more than specially made, because the walls of the house were everywhere, and a large number of green leaves were drawn out of the hammocks.

He walked into another room, where there were some medicinal herbs he had concocted, as well as some tools, and he took out some blood tonic and two ginseng roots and put them in a wooden box, which he would exchange with someone later.

After coming to this world for three years, I also have some preliminary understanding of this place, and there are some creatures in this world that are very different from common animals and plants.

Since ancient times, people have called them "worms" in awe. It is not a bug in the normal sense, but a creature that is closest to the origin of life, similar to a spirit.

They have their own way of survival, and this way may contradict human common sense, and even endanger human survival.

As a result, a profession called "insect master" appeared, and those who can become insect masters have special physique and talents.

They travel far and wide to study the life forms and survival methods of insects, and accept commissions from people to solve strange events that may be caused by insects.

And some of them have the physique of attracting insects, and will continue to attract the surrounding insects to gather around them.

There are also some people who call themselves 'migratory people', these people are people who have had to leave their homes because of insect infestations, and these people gather together to follow the pace of the light veins to migrate, and inquire about various news on the way, providing information for the insect masters.

The vein of light, the place where the worm is born, is also the place where it returns after death. It is composed of flowing "light wine", which is the source of life that has flowed since the dawn of life in the world. It makes the grass in the vicinity green and sprouts of life, and the farther away from it, the drier it becomes, making it the sweetest water in the world.

The people who exchanged with Xue Song were the people of the migratory tribe, who had come to this mountain, because the plants in this mountain were unusually lush, and they thought that there was a light vein flowing here, that is, a tributary of the light vein.

As a result, to their surprise, there were no light veins flowing here, but they still maintained an extremely lush posture. They didn't know that this was because of the presence of Xue Song, which made the grass and trees full of essence in the surrounding mountains and forests, which made the plants extremely vigorous.

When he first met these people, Xue Song had bought some of the items they were selling. The fish-man's teeth, homeless soil, and a small amount of light wine and other special items that also gave him hope of returning home.

He also made an agreement with these people to help him bring some more special items when he passed by, and he would also exchange some valuable medicinal materials with them.

"Ah Ping, let's go, go to the village and have a look." Xue Song, who walked out of the thatched hut with the wooden box, greeted the little boy who was playing on the side.

"Here, Brother Songzi" A Ping with a bird standing on his shoulder, followed by two squirrels, was very happy, consciously majestic, and ran to Xue Song's side.

The two of them took a few small animals and walked down the mountain.

The village is not large, with dozens of households, because there are many surrounding mountains, the road is difficult to walk, and it is relatively closed. Today is more lively, because there are a lot of outsiders in the village. In recent years, when the migrants come over, they can always bring a lot of news from the outside world, a lot of strange stories, and also bring a lot of fun to the village.

Xue Song followed Ah Ping to the village chief's house, the current village chief is Ah Ping's grandfather, and the old man's name is Ding De, who is a well-informed old man. Smoking a dry cigarette, he sat on the steps in front of his house and chatted with the migrants about the recent policies of the East Country and asked about the situation in the surrounding villages and cities. Seeing Xue Song coming, he raised his head and greeted: "Ah Songzai, come here." Then he stood up and commanded the people beside him, telling him to inform the people in the village that they should come to his house for dinner in the evening and have a meeting by the way.

"Well, come here, Uncle Ade." Xue Song replied, and at the same time, Qiu Dai, the patriarch of the migratory clan who was chatting with the village chief, also nodded to him and said hello.

At night, the village was lit up, and they all enjoyed a rare opportunity, and after the feast, they all came to the open space at the entrance of the village, where the bonfire had been lit, and everyone's face looked red.

Uncle De announced some policy changes for the coming year to the villagers, and after analyzing some of the impacts, he let people move freely. A large group of people gathered in front of the bonfire to listen to the migratory people talk about what they had seen on the road, Xue Song also came to Qiu Dai's side, and there was a little boy next to Qiu Dai, who was timid, and did not play with other children in the open space, but just sat on the ground and watched quietly.

Seeing Xue Song coming, Qiu Dai got up and greeted him, "Mr. Xue, thank you for taking care of me this year." This is Ah Hong, who has been wandering since the village was plagued by insects last year, and after meeting us, he joined our migratory tribe. Qiu Dai pointed to the child next to him and said.

The child on the side also stared at Xue Song with his back, he had heard about the young man in front of him from his grandfather, and knew that Xue Song seemed to be a person with special abilities, and the medicinal materials exchanged for them also had some special effects.

Xue Song asked Ah Ping to bring the wooden box that he had placed in the house before eating, and asked him to take Ah Hong to play with him, so he chatted with Qiu Dai.

"Uncle Qiu, has anything special happened this year?" Xue Song asked, he has been in this world for more than three years, but he has not left the mountains too far, and it is not yet time, he will be able to achieve spiritual success in a few months, the environment in the mountains is more suitable, and the spirit of the plants and trees is strong enough.