The sky was slightly bright, and the big white goose began to pace in the yard.

The first to come out of the house were the affectionate and ruthless, and they first went to see the grain that began to tassel, and then to see the tea tree seedlings that were taller than the grain.

At three poles in the sun, Shi Ji finally walked out of the house, first looked at the sun, and then looked at the children outside the fence.

When they saw her come out, they all hugged their swords and saluted.

This is the sword salute, which she taught to the sentient and ruthless, and it is also a product of evil taste.

"Auntie!"

"Auntie!"

The upright people standing in the courtyard were merciless and ruthless, each holding a wooden sword and saluting.

Shi Ji stretched her waist, opened her palm, and there was an ice sword in her palm, today it was an ice sword, yesterday it was a grass sword, she used a disposable sword, one day with one day and one day broken, tomorrow she doesn't know what sword to use, depending on the weather, depending on the mood!

This is a random event.

Shi Ji walked into the courtyard with a crystal clear and cold ice sword, and the big white goose knew each other very well and gave up his territory.

The big white goose swaggered out of the courtyard gate, not giving the children outside the courtyard a straight eye.

In the courtyard, one big and two small, one move and one style, practiced the sword neither fast nor slowly.

Outside the courtyard, all the young children also waved the wooden and stone swords in their hands, some skillful and some clumsy, but they were all serious.

At this time, Shi Ji is the most spiritual Shi Ji of the day, standing like a sword, body like a sword, quiet like a sword, moving like a sword, whether it is an adult or a child, seeing her will be shocked to straighten her waist, she is a straight, such as an arrow such as a sword, an arrow straight road, a straight sword line.

The first time, it is a fixed formula.

From the second pass, it is correction and guidance.

Shi Ji held the sword to see the ruthlessness of the sword.

From time to time, the ice sword drew at their wrists, calves......

Outside the door, the faces of the young children were all solemnly tense, and their skins were also tense, and the ice sword was drawn on their hearts with every blow.

The severity of this moment of Shiji makes everyone cold.

The outermost parents and passers-by will show reverence, which is also the reason why Shiji does not work on the ground and lies down all day without being criticized.

Over and over again, from generation to generation, this is the inheritance.

Meticulous and serious inheritance.

The ice sword in Shi Ji's hand melted away silently, and cold droplets of water flowed down her fingers into the dirt.

Her voice was like an ice fountain, telling about the way of the sword as well as the way of the arrow.

At this time, the big white goose would walk back to the yard and listen carefully behind Shi Ji.

Shi Ji looked up at the sky for the second time, then walked back to the chaise longue and lay down, his eyes closed and his mouth closed.

Both inside and outside the hospital knew that today's class was over.

Hold your sword and salute, and leave silently.

The apprentice who learned the arrow leaves.

An apprentice who will change to a piano.

Not much, all in sackcloth.

They won't be too close to the yard.

Because the eyes of the big white goose are too annoying.

It was a matter of luck to learn the piano, because they didn't know when Mr. Lyra would play the piano.

This is also the reason why several teenagers in Shiji played the piano for seven days were dehydrated, and the opportunity was rare.

The days passed day by day, and an acre of millet was ripe and golden.

Half an acre of tea trees is also one person tall.

Today is the day of harvest, and after the morning class, Shi Ji took the affectionate and ruthless sharpening knife Huo Huo to the valley field.

One by one, ears of grain were beheaded.

Neat.

The ears of grain in the basket behind him gradually increased.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

One by one, teenagers walked into the valley field.

Holding the stone knife and saluting the stone rock, it was a little nondescript, but all of them looked sincere.

They grabbed a handful of ears of rice, and their knives fell with a sharp hand.

Shi Ji let go of the ear of grain she was holding in her hand, and the ear of grain shook, and she walked out of the field.

After a slight pause, she turned and walked into the tea garden, and when she came out, she picked some tender tea.

The tea was very tender and green, and Shi Ji walked back slowly.

She made a pot of tea, then lay down again.

I don't know if I'm basking in the sun or listening to the piano.

One acre of grain field was harvested in half an hour.

The boys came back with piles of tall ears of grain in baskets, but there was no sweat on their heads.

When they walked to the door, the teenagers hesitated.

There are geese!

"Move in, there's tea there!"

Shi Ji's eyes didn't open, and he raised his hand and pointed to the teapot.

The teenagers are a rin.

The reverence for the gentleman is even heavier.

The teenagers who walked into the courtyard of Mr. Wang's house for the first time were all excited and nervous.

For the first time, they drank the kind of water called tea, and used the exquisite jade cup that was so precious that they were afraid of getting dirty when they touched it.

The gentleman gave each of them a jade cup.

When the teenagers walked out of the courtyard with the jade cup in their hands, their feet were like stepping on clouds, as if they were dreaming.

Although the gentleman was disgusted and asked them to take away the tea cup from which they had drunk, they were still very happy.

The courtyard is quiet again, Shi Ji is still paralyzed, not taking good as good, not taking evil as evil, evil is divided into big evil and small evil, she walks the path, does small evil, evil words and deeds, it is her evil taste, it is evil, but it is not big.

"Auntie, what about Gu?" asked Youqing.

Shi Ji said: "Get the millet out." ”

"Millet?"

The sentient eyes lit up.

The two little ones tinkered again.

The big white goose was attracted by a grain of grain that fell to the ground.

It walked back and forth past the valley, its head held high, and its eyes did not squint.

After making sure that no one was paying attention, he shook his neck with a lightning flick and swallowed the grain.

The big white goose's eyes lit up.

The kind of thief shiny.

It set its sights on the golden ears of grain and the millet that had been stripped of its husks.

It's a pity that the merciless hand is very tight.

The eyes are also very bright, and they will pick up a grain of grain.

It was almost impossible to slip out of the hands of the two immortals.

Smoke curled up, and there were finally fireworks in the yard.

There is love to make a fire, and Shi Ji is on the side to guide the ruthless cooking of new grain rice porridge.

She didn't get started because the quality of what she cooked would deteriorate.

The three of them sat in a row under the eaves, eating porridge with bowls.

The big white goose-eyed watched.

Shi Ji glanced at it with the eyes of the big white goose and said, "You stole a grain of my grain!"

The look in his eyes nakedly accuses him of being a thief!

The big white goose couldn't stand such a look and left in shame.

In this busy farming season, Lyra's tea is loved by many people.

Especially the elderly.

The days are moving forward day by day, very slowly, and mortals seem to live every day longer.

Immortals take the year as the day, and mortals take the day as the year, this is the biggest feeling of Shiji.

Shi Ji stood in the courtyard in white linen clothes and watched the sky.

Because there are people in heaven watching her.

After the farming, the Terrans began a new round of land reclamation, the barren fields were abandoned, the trees next to the fields were set on fire, and in autumn and winter, the deciduous and withered grass was the most likely to burn, and the ashes after burning were new fields.

Fireworks, ashes, this is the world, year after year, over and over again, it is a ring of years.

After the busy farming, Shennong walked out of the main tribe, looking for new grains, identifying the attributes of plants and trees, he carried a pocket on his left and a pocket on his right, and a whip in his hand.

See the grass and trees whip, and then use the juice to distinguish the cold and hot attributes of the grass and trees, the cold one is loaded into the left, the hot one is put into the right pocket, the whip in his hand is contaminated with the spiritual liquid of the grass and trees, and gradually has spirituality, ordinary grass and trees can be identified by a whip, giving birth to red light for heat, giving birth to white light for cold, this is the ochre whip.

Shennong used it to distinguish plants and trees to drive tigers, leopards, insects and pigs.

The south is hot and humid and full of grass and trees, Shennong all the way to the south, and encounters unfamiliar plants and trees to stop and identify and pick.

On this day, he found a cluster of plants that he had never seen before.

The mountain walls are so high and slippery that it is impossible to get down at all.

Shennong was unwilling to give up, and finally he finally came up with a solution.

Build a wooden frame.

Shennong stepped on the wooden frame and finally reached the tuft of grass growing on the cliff.

The wooden frame he built and the place where the wooden frame is located are called Shennongjia by later generations.