She also handed me a biscuit, and I was embarrassed to accept it and continued to put it in my mouth.

The old man took the sweet potato from my bosom and threw it at the stopped ox cart.

The cow lowered its head and ate with a sigh.

"Young man, you're from out of town."

As I ate, I said vaguely, "Yes, our hometown is thousands of miles away, and I have been living all the way to you, and I am not familiar with the local customs."

The old man sighed, as if sympathizing with my situation.

"You've traveled thousands of miles on foot, and you're a poor man."

"Young man, the thing you just dug up is called grass cake, which is feed for livestock, and the taste is too hard to swallow, and people can't eat it."

It dawned on me.

No wonder the group looked at me with strange eyes when I was eating, and the old man and girl were generous.

Originally...... I eat feed.

After eating three cookies, I was completely full.

Suddenly, the cow that was eating the grass cake with his head down was dishonestly sticking his mouth into the field and wanted to go down to the field to graze.

The ox cart ran over the ditch on the edge of the field, the wheels broke, and the coffin was about to slide down.

The coffin was extremely heavy, the car was about to overturn, and no one dared to support it.

The old man's face turned pale with fright, and he could only watch the coffin slide down.

Once the coffin falls off the dam and breaks, the dead inside will inevitably roll into the dirt and fall in a particularly bad way.

This is a big taboo for funerals!

I flipped in the air to the rear of the cart, dragged the broken wheels of the cart with both hands, and lifted it upward.

Suddenly, the ox cart was balanced by me.

"Damn brute, get up to me!"

The cow was whipped a few times and honestly returned to the road.

The old man was startled, "Little brother's divine power! Everyone, take the handlebar and hold the car!"

A group of people stood beside me, holding on to the overturned car.

Someone removed the spare tire from the car and replaced it.

The ox cart in the fairy world is made of wood, wrapped with animal fur on the outside, and stuffed with straw to absorb shock.

I didn't see rubber, and too many metal parts, so it can be seen that the fairy world is probably still living in the agricultural era.

The tires were changed and the ox cart continued forward.

The old man led the fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, "Xiaoying, thank you for this benefactor."

The girl bowed and said with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, brother, for protecting my father's coffin."

The old man also said sincerely, "Thank you little brother for your help, what do you call it?"

I arched my hand, "It's just a gesture, you can just call me Zhuge Qianlong."

The old man held the carriage and continued to walk, "Qianlong O you have done my family a great favor, and you will follow us again later."

"When my son is buried and he returns to the village, you can have a good meal at the funeral feast."

"If you don't have a place to live, stay with me for the time being."

Three biscuits are enough to pad the stomach, but they are not enough to eat.

Following the old man's funeral team, you can mix up and not talk about it, and you can better understand the relevant knowledge about the fairy world.

It's best to find local books and learn about the situation as soon as possible, so that you can integrate here and not be looking for fodder to eat.

I accompanied the ox cart and walked slowly along the mountain road.

On the way, the old man and I chatted with each other.

The old man's son, who was Chinese New Year's Eve five years old today, fell to his death when he was going up the mountain to hunt.

Xiaoying's mother died of dystocia when she was born.

A good family, now only the grandfather and grandson are left.

In addition, I also learned a lot about the fairy world from the mouth of the old man.

As I suspected, the people of the fairy realm did not focus their skills on technology, but on cultivation.