Lao Hou faced Song Shushu, who looked confused, sighed slightly, patted his shoulder heavily, and pinched it twice, as if he was going to break the bone.

"After all, the era has passed, the Heavenly Dao has changed, and the cultivators and demon clans can only survive, this era, this world, belongs to the weak but tenacious human race!"

"If you don't accept it, you can't do it, who would have thought that the world that has been dominated by cultivators and demon clans for countless years will change when it comes to change, and the human race can survive tenaciously under these two powers, and now it is the hegemony of the world, which is logical!"

Lao Hou's face is melancholy, and he has memories of the past glory.

It looks like the eldest young master of the down-and-out family, Da Mu pointed his finger at his nose and told others that Lao Tzu had also been wide.

No matter how wide it was, it couldn't hide the fact that it had fallen down!

Integrate the news you got, it should be the monks and the demon clan, those bulls who are bullish and coaxing, have all gone to the demon metaverse, which is also the fairy realm called by cultivators, to be outsiders and grab land.

When those big cattle are grabbed, the parents have grabbed the ground and gained a firm foothold, and they will take the former little brothers away.

It's just that it's hard to say how long this time will take, so I have to continue to be the village head, and the road to prosperity must continue to be explored.

Hu Li frowned and said: "Uncle Hou is not entirely right, I think the history of demons says that more than five hundred years ago, Liu Bowen cut the dragon vein with a mortal body was a turning point, and there was a great change in the Heavenly Dao in two hundred years and another turning point, but the transformation of the Heavenly Dao is not so fast, whether it is the demon clan or the monks, they all retain their strength and are waiting to dominate the world next time!"

Song Shushu said secretly, where is the use wait for next time, isn't the Black Jiao King thinking about dominating the world!

Lao Hou smiled and said: "You stupid girl, you look back and think about what is said in the demon history, is it that our demon clan is bullish, and why are our demon clans bullied by monks?"

"Well, a monk from the human race doesn't have a good thing!" Hu Li nodded very seriously.

Lao Hou said with a smile: "History, it's a little girl who can be dressed up, whose head is in anyone's hands, whoever says it, if you look at the cultivation chronicle written by the monk, you will find that the demon clan is also a good thing!"

Song Shushu nodded secretly when he heard this, the history of the human race is the same, from the day when history is recorded in writing, it is in the hands of the reader or the person in power, whether it is good or bad, loyal or treacherous, whoever holds the pen, whoever says it, it will be counted.

In fact, Song Shushu wants to listen to what Lao Hou said about the history of annihilation in the history books of the human race between the two major turning points, and you can't see it in the books at all.

You can see the history of the existence of monks and demons, just some myths and legends, and some historical events that have been touched upon.

For example, Zhu Di's southern expedition, obviously invincible, but under various coincidences, he fought a turnaround battle, and he was lucky not to go this way, no matter how you look at that period of history, it is full of weirdness, as if there is a mysterious force that pushed the Yongle Emperor to the throne of the emperor.

It's a pity that Lao Hou has no interest in talking about history, and when he returned to the village, he looked like he didn't see Jiangdong's father, and he wanted to hide directly in his hut, but the whole village was in the time when Song Shushu's parents came, and they brushed the newly built log house, and the village changed greatly.

Song Shushu looked at Lao Hou as if he was in his old age, went back to live for two days and then froze to death in the hut, and directly dragged him to the house.

Song Shushu stomped his feet when he entered the house, and when he came back, there was no black blind man to ride, he walked all the way back, Hu Li trotted, jumping and jumping happily, and even the old man who was about to walk was an understatement.

If I didn't have the True Yang Heart Method to support it, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to walk back, and now these two feet are all wooden.

After taking off my shoes, I found that my toes were frozen white, and if I continued to freeze like this, I was afraid that I would freeze off.

This kind of extremely cold and low temperature of minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius is not a joke, especially the ears, fingers and toes, which will be frozen if you are not careful.

This kind of freezing is not the kind of red and swollen that most people think, it is only called cold at best, and the real freezing is frozen white and translucent like an ice lump, and even if you pull it, it will fall down directly.

Song Shushu stuffed his feet under the quilt on the kang head to warm up, and Hu Xiaolin was so anxious that he walked back and forth in the kitchen and bedroom, and he was embarrassed to say it when he saw Song Shushu frozen like that.

Everyone else surrounded Lao Hou and wanted to ask something, but Lao Hou had a black face and didn't say a word.

When he saw Song Shushu going to the ground to cook, he sighed and said, "Xiaolang, you go and get a piece of skin back, I'll make Xiao Song a pair of cotton ula!"

Lang Jingkong went back very happily, and after a while, he brought back a large piece of skin, I don't know what kind of skin it is, anyway, it's quite thick.

Lao Hou didn't use too many tools, a small knife and a small awl were enough, and he was talking to everyone with a pair of shoes at the same time.

Song Shushu stewed the big fish into the pot, the rice was also stewed, and when he turned around the stove, his feet were relieved, and he walked like a needle prick.

Seeing that Lao Hou was making shoes, he hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, I can still wear these shoes!"

Lao Hou pulled the pair of cotton snowshoes, shook his head and said, "Your cultivation is not enough, and you can't resist the cold and heat!"

"Isn't there still a felt rattle!" Song Shushu said with a smile.

"That thing Lao Niu is okay to wear, you can't walk at all when you are dressed!" said Lao Hou.

Song Shushu also sat next to watch Lao Hou make shoes, thick and tough old leather, under his hands, the clouds and rivers formed a pleated-like upper, the sole of the shoe was also cut out with a knife to prevent slipping, and the whole shoe was cut and sewn with a whole piece of leather.

The shoelaces are also made of leather ropes cut from leather, and after a shoe is done, a set of feet is just right, and the shoes are still double-layered.

It's not a pair of shoes, it's a proper work of art.

"In the past, it was used to be beaten with hay and softened into this gap, but you don't need to stuff the grass, Brother Feng's chickens are warmer!"

Song Shushu looked at Hu Li's eyes lit up, his face was eager to try, and he smiled awkwardly, if she made a move, it would not be to pluck some chicken feathers, but I was afraid that even the chicken would go down to the pot.

Brother Feng glanced at Hu Li and said lightly: "There are ready-made ones in the old hen's nest, just go and pick them up, don't steal my chickens!"

"Okay!" Hu Li responded very happily, and then ran to Brother Feng's house to find chicken feathers.

Hu Li made a move, and the chicken feathers that the hens in the nest had taken off themselves would definitely be snatched back, and as for whether to steal the chickens or not, only God would know.

PS: Felt rattle and Ula shoes are not the same thing, felt rattle is a boot made of wool felt, which is very heavy and very warm.

Ula shoes are shoes made of leather, divided into left and right feet, and there is a circle of folds on the upper, which looks very beautiful, belonging to real shoes, and the inner cushion is filled with ura grass for cold protection, in the traditional sense, any hay is beaten soft and put into the shoe, it is called ula grass.