Bao Zhang's family in the hall was fiddling with needlework and thread, and in his hand was a brand-new linen cloth, which already had the rudimentary shape of a robe. Hearing the shouts in the courtyard, Bao Zhang stood up in a panic, didn't even bother to throw away the needle and thread in his hand, and ran out of the hall door.

"My son, I hope you come home. Bao Zhang's suddenly stopped at the door of the hall, and the feeling of blood connection made her have no doubt that the young man in front of her was her youngest son.

"Mother!" Bao Xiaoxing shouted, his eyes moist.

"Come, come, hurry into the house and let my mother see. Bao Zhangshi took Bao Xiaoxing's hand and walked into the hall.

"Mother!" Bao Xiaoxing shouted again.

"Come, come, sit, sit, it's been nine years, and my mother has been thinking about you!" Bao Zhang's eyes fell into tears as he spoke, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

The old man has been a common man all his life, just an ordinary housewife! Some words cannot be expressed, and the concern for the past nine years! At this moment, only cathartic tears remain.

"Oh, mother, don't cry! Don't you look at my son, I'm not good? Look at it, this looks strong, hehehe...... "Bao Xiaoxing rolled up his sleeves and showed off his muscles.

Bao Xiaoxing also laughed, walked up to his mother, squatted down and said, "Mother, son, that's cultivation, immortals have to cultivate, this cultivation doesn't know how many teenagers there are?" ”

"Yes, my family is an immortal, and immortals are meant to cultivate! The village chief said something, oh yes! That's practicing immortal methods. Bao Zhangshi rubbed Bao Xiaoxing's head and looked at Bao Xiaoxing carefully, but he looked at it with a straight face: "What kind of immortal method is my son cultivating, why is his face blackened?"

"Haha, mother!'er's face is indeed a little darker, the master said, ah, this is good cultivation and health!" Bao Xiaoxing responded with a smile. However, I was not happy in my heart: 'Can I be blamed for this?' I heard from my master that this is the genetic inheritance of my ancestors! I don't know who my ancestors really are! Why don't I look white! I am as black as working on the construction site for a year. ’

"That's right! The mother was relieved. My son is waiting, and it is noon, my mother is going to cook, and I will meet your third and fourth sisters-in-law, and our family is having a good time. Bao Zhang stood up happily.

What the father and mother want to do most is to cook a delicious meal for the child, and they can only express their love for their children in their hearts.

"Mother, the child wants to eat the fried bean sprouts with green peppers you made. Bao Xiaoxing looked at his mother who got up and left the hall and walked towards the kitchen house, and couldn't help shouting.

This is a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness for a whole family to be together! No matter how good it is outside, it does not have the warmth and comfort brought by the family affection when it comes home.

Home is the home of the soul.

Seeing that the mother went to the kitchen house, Bao Xiaoxing looked around! The house is new, the Eight Immortals table bench is also new, and the beds and cabinets are all complete, which is much stronger than in Mingrong County.

"Mother, why is there no mural in the hall?" Bao Xiaoxing shouted.

"I don't have any spare money to buy it right now! The corn I just harvested is still in your eldest brother's house, and when we sell the money, we will buy what our family lacks. Thinking about finding you a daughter-in-law, my mother and your father will be at ease in this life. Bao Zhang responded that smoke had risen from her kitchen.

"You don't have to buy it, my son and I can also paint, so I will draw a picture and let my father frame it and hang it, which also saves money. Bao Xiaoxing responded.

"That's good! My son has a chance, and only scholars can do it, and it costs two or three taels of silver to buy a pair of silver! After dinner, let your father go buy drawing paper. Bao Zhang's was very happy, and his happy movements were more numerous.

Zilala......

The sound of stir-frying food sounded in the kitchen, and Bao Zhang's nagging came out: "Before I came to Taoyuan Village, our family can't see a few meat dishes all year round, and this is all thanks to the blessing of children, so we have today's good life." ”

"Mother, what do you say?" Bao Xiaoxing moved out the big Eight Immortals table in the high hall, ready to start painting.

"Mother, all these years have been like a dream. Bao Zhang said with emotion.

"That's also the blessing you have cultivated. Bao Xiaoxing looked at his mother and became sentimental again, licking his face and smiling and comforting.

"Yes, yes, it's my mother's blessing! Hehehe......" Bao Zhang laughed again.

"Young Sect Master, what are you doing here?" Wang Ming walked out of the hall, holding his waist with his hands on his back.

Bao Xiaoxing squinted at him and said with a smile: "When I walked out of the courtyard just now, I heard the rumbling sound in your inner room for a while, why did you come out with your waist covered, Lao Wang." ”

"Don't mention it! The old lady is too tiger, a little unbearable. Wang Ming replied naturally, but suddenly felt that something was wrong! he couldn't help but glare: "Young Sect Master, it looks like you are a veteran......?"

Bao Xiaoxing's old face turned red, and he said secretly: "Master, I am still very pure, no matter whether I have it or not, in my previous life, no one would say a few meat jokes." ’

Ahem

Bao Xiaoxing coughed dryly twice and then said: "I was thinking about painting a mural to hang on the main hall, and I just wanted to call you." ”

"Shaozong mainly paints!? The old man wants to see, how to say that we are also immortal officials, elegant things are our taste, the so-called is familiar with thousands of books, can make that poetry and songs, only worthy of our identity as an immortal official.

Today, the old man is blessed, so he can see the talent of the young sect master. Wang Ming's figure flashed in front of Bao Xiaoxing, his face was excited, and the elegant thing represented learning. This unlearned immortal official will be despised.

Bao Xiaoxing smiled and looked at Wang Ming, who suddenly appeared.

"Young Sect Master, why don't you do it yet!?" Wang Ming was stunned.

"Lao Wang, I'm poor, I don't know if you have pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" asked Bao Xiaoxing.

Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the fairy world comes to bring rewards, but there is a competition of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs.

At that time, as long as you won the first place, but there were rich rewards, and it was no longer a problem to ask for the resurrection pill from the dead.

It's not me bragging, every year my old king is also the twenty-class person! Wang Ming said smugly, and with a wave of his hand, the four treasures of the study room and Yan Mo appeared on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the drawing paper had been paved, a total of three stacked together.

"Cut! It's just a fame and reputation, and you're all a fart if you have a young master. Bao Xiaoxing was ashamed.

"Young Sect Master can't brag, this immortal world comes to the Chinese New Year's Eve Great Cultural Meeting, but not only the hundred immortal officials of my town Tianzong, but the eighteen desolations of Kyushu, and tens of thousands of people come to compete.

Those who are talented and high are civilized, but they can be famous in all worlds. Wang Ming said with a wistful expression.

"What do you mean!?" Bao Xiaoxing frowned.

"I won't be able to explain it for a while, but then you'll know! Wang Ming couldn't wait.