"Pick up the float!

The Weishui River is clearly filled with a biting cold wind, as if to blow away the marrow of people, usually not to say that it is lively, I am afraid that birds and beasts will not get close in this cold day, but today, there is a sound of joy for a while.

There were adults and children in this lively sound, all of them were as if they had reached the end of the year, full of joy of beating gongs and drums.

When Zhang San led them over, they couldn't understand the scene in their eyes, and they thought it was a miracle, and some villagers who made a living from fishing knelt down and kowtowed, sighing for the gift of "Jellyfish Yuanjun".

It's a lot of paint...... Even in the season when the floating flats are grown, it is not necessarily possible to "grow" such abundant "fruits" on the tidal flats.

Xiao Tong'er watched these people hurry, both smiled and bloomed, and his heart sank, he recalled the words that Zhang Qinghe said inadvertently when he returned to the village with him-

"You see those floats, you think of something. ”

"I'm afraid this year's New Year is not so difficult, with these floating coats, or made into smoked fish, or freshly stewed in a pot of fish soup, the big guys in the village must be very happy. ”

"You see people, but I see fish. ”

"Fish?"

Zhang San didn't understand what to say from the perspective of fish.

"If you only do floating paint for the rest of your life, even if you can jump out of the water, you can't escape the fate of being used as food. Even the huge thing that was a few feet long was broken into minced meat like chopping melons and vegetables, and it was immediately ready to be put into the pot. ”

"Sir, you are too pessimistic, you are already a god, what is there to worry about?"

Zhang San understood the deep meaning in Zhang Qinghe's mouth ignorantly.

"Besides, if the fate of Futu is just like that, then wouldn't it be okay not to do Futu? Fish will be eaten, and dragons will also be eaten? Futu can't fly, so can't it be that a bird can't fly?"

The child's words are very unscrupulous, but occasionally they speak amazingly. When Zhang Qinghe heard this, he stared at Zhang San for a long time before turning his head away.

Zhang San felt that his steps seemed to be more eager, so he also carried the piece of meat, panting, and chased after Zhang Qinghe in small steps.

......

And now, Zhang San saw the villagers picking up these floating paints, but he had some new insights into what Zhang Qinghe said.

"San'er...... Why don't you pick up the fish? Isn't my aunt sick? Just take it back and make up for it!"

The dog came out from behind Zhang San, this simple boy was half a head taller than Zhang San, he smiled silly, and carried a string of floating paintings tied to straw in his hand.

"Oh, I've already picked it up, I've sent it back once, you forgot?"

Zhang San smiled, and turned sideways to avoid the things that the dog came over - not disgusted, but now when he saw the straw, he was a little stunned, good guy, he didn't vomit that night, and he was already doing well.

"Oh, yes. Xiao San'er, you have always been smart, you must have found these good things with the guests, and then came to report the news after picking them up. ”

Zhang San smiled and nodded, but he heard someone call him.

"San'er...... Noble people are in your house?"

Lao Cunzheng's voice sounded from behind Zhang San, and the little boy turned his head to look, only to see that Lao Cun was on crutches, supported by Zhang He, and walked towards him step by step.

Not to mention that the people take food as the sky, there is a big movement by the Weishui, and they also smell the breath of monsters, such a big thing, the village is naturally present.

"Yes, my husband is at my house at the moment. ”

"Sir?!" Lao Cunzheng's eyes lit up, and he was sincerely happy for Zhang San, he originally wanted to make Zhang San and Zhang Qinghe closer, and he could use some means to alleviate Zhang Sanniang's illness a little. But it didn't work out, and it achieved an unexpected effect.

"Yes, sir teach me now...... Learn words. ”

The people in the village didn't know that Zhang San could distinguish the cloud seal before, and the old village chief only thought that he was really reading and reading, but even so, it was a significant sign.

You must know that the meaning of the green clothes that Zhang Qinghe gave to Zhang San represents is the first-class top-notch identity in the Xiantang Dynasty. This has to be said to be a kind of recognition and metaphor.

"This floating scenery is also the work of nobles, right?"

Muramasa asked.

"Yes. ”

"Boss, you are here looking at the basket, don't let those lazy people steal the fish and meat, when the time comes, it will be distributed to the old and weak in the village, I will go back to the village with San'er alone, and thank you to the nobleman. ”

Zhang He nodded solemnly - although Lao Cunzheng said that he had never taught him any big truths since he was a child, he was still very clear about what others had to give in his tutor since he was a child.

The villagers are ignorant and can not be sensible, but their father is also close to the immortals, so he must be taken seriously.

While the villagers were pouring their nests to pick up the stalls of floating paint, a strange fragrance diffused in a corner of the village, and the source of this fragrance was the house of Zhang San's family.

This is also the result of Zhang Qinghe's intention to restrain the breath of this spiritual food, if it is really allowed to diffuse, I am afraid that it can be smelled within a mile, attracting many people to follow the fragrance and salivate. Or birds and beasts gather, causing a lot of trouble.

Zhang Qinghe had sealed the fish soup in the pot, so that most of the spirituality and medicinal power stayed in the cast iron pot, Ning Yuan used it as a spoon, and kept stirring, but what he thought about was what Zhang San said at that time......

Wenchang Xingjun said...... The combination of the Great Dao Tianyin and the Futu Chapter can only make them not stimulate their appetite for me in advance, and on the big tree of the Zhongtian Great Realm, which is full of branches but belongs to the same source, I can't escape at all. ”

Zhang Qinghe was dumbfounded, his despair was here, and then he found out that the ancestors did not exist, which aggravated this despair.

But he forgot one thing.

"If the patriarchs didn't exist, then where would the utility of these scriptures come from? Now, if I consider this worst premise in mind, it is that I can create these scriptures through the self-proof of freedom...... If so, if I can create one to quench my appetite, I may not be able to create one to hide myself.

Mr. Shaobai can see that my floating painting has always been immature, and I have only used it as a tool to resist infection, so since this is the case, I have tried to develop its own hidden function.

Float coating has its limitations...... Then just don't do the floating. ”

It's just that he has no clue how to improve, so that the necessity of contacting the water tribe is even worse, he remembers that his teacher mentioned a water tribe trick before, which seems to be called "Dragon Transformation Technique".

In his opinion, it is not wrong to say that it is helpful.

Since Zhang Qinghe came to Zhangjia Village, the corners of his mouth rarely hooked up a smile, he picked up the spoon and tasted it lightly, and frowned slightly.

"It's still not ready. ”

And at this time, footsteps sounded outside Luzi, and it was Zhang San and Lao Cun who were turning around.