After a long time, Mu Zhai began to launch an offensive against the old village chief, as a child, he naturally has the advantage of being a child, the old village chief is the most knowledgeable and oldest person in the village, naturally he will not be wary of a child born in his own village, over time, he was really taken down by Mu Zhai, in his spare time, he taught Mu Zhai some small seals, as for Mu Zhai's inferences, the old village chief only thought that this child was a real genius, and did not care.

Mu Zhai once read a book that said that human habits are the most powerful behavior, so when the old village chief had developed the habit of teaching Mu Zhai, Mu Zhai was already four and a half years old, which was the fruitful fruit of Mu Zhai's stubborn knotting since he was one year old.

"Grandpa the village chief, I'm here!" Mu Zhai is a cute baby, holding a cute baby, followed by a cute thing, the lethality of the old village chief is close to the sky, he doesn't believe that the old village chief can resist it.

Sure enough, the old village chief directly disarmed and surrendered, walked out of the courtyard gate happily, hugged Mu Qing first, and then picked up Mu Zhai.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" Mu Qing giggled, and when he went up with both hands, he was about to grab the few beards of the old village chief, the old village chief had long been used to it, and his head was thrown around, just not let Mu Qing catch it, and let this little guy pull off a few more, he was destroyed by Mu Zhai for more than three years, and the game was completely over.

When he came to the courtyard, the old village chief put down Mu Qing and Mu Zhai, and said happily: "Xiao Zhai, the weather is good today, go, take out the books in Grandpa's house to dry." Alas, I haven't seen the sun for months, and I'm about to give birth to bookworms. ”

Mu Zhai ran into the house in a hurry, leaving the old village chief to play with Mu Qing and Xiaohua.

The old village chief has a lot of books, of course, it is for the village, there are as many as a thousand catties, the so-called sweat cow is full, this is the case, why the ancients wrote the book is obscure, concise and to the point, to put it bluntly, it is to save space and time, otherwise just cut the bamboo slips, carve the bamboo slips, and write a book, I am afraid that even if it is a poor voice, it will not be able to write many words, for Mu Zhai, a modern person who reads thousands of volumes at every turn, it is still convenient and concise.

Moving books is a happy process, in this process, Mu Zhai can read these books to his heart's content, because they have to be spread out to dry, even the old village chief can't find fault.

So Mu Zhai saw the "Book of Songs", "Nine Songs", "Tao Te Ching", "Analects", "Mozi", "Han Feizi", and "Yin and Yang".

Mu Zhai had the urge to cry, these books gave him a great impact on his soul, and he believed that what he saw was right.

Mu Zhai carefully unfolded any book Jane one by one, for fear that if he accidentally destroyed even one of them, Mu Zhai would feel that he was committing a crime.

The old village chief looked at the hard-working little bee Mu Zhai, his eyes flashed, he didn't know what he was thinking, in the voice of Mu Qing's milky grandfather, he returned to his soul again, ignored Mu Zhai, hugged Mu Qing, and smiled very happily.

The old village chief wrote a thousand catties of books, and it took Mu Zhai half a day of hard work before the volumes were unfolded and completely exposed to the sun.

Mu Zhai affectionately stroked the scrolls of books, and infinite joy rose in his heart.

"It's good-looking!" the old village chief said meaningfully to Mu Zhai.

Mu Zhai replied honestly: "Good-looking!"

The old village chief smiled: "You have also learned a lot of words in the past few years, can you read the book?"

This is a question sentence, but in Mu Zhai's opinion, this is indeed a positive tone, Mu Zhai said heartlessly: "The village chief's grandfather taught me well, I can understand some now." ”

The old village chief is very satisfied, especially when he meets a studious child, especially this child is still very smart, a four-year-old smart doll, and likes to read and write, which is not common, especially in Yunmengze, generally this kind of child, once interested in reading and literacy, the first reaction of the family is not to be fulfilled, but to beat it first, and then throw it out of the door, if there is still this idea, then beat it again.

In the simple concept of Yunmengze people, there is nothing that cannot be solved by beating up, if there is, then beat it again.

Mu Zhai was not beaten, one is that an old village chief loves him, and the other is a matter of their family, under normal circumstances, Mu Da doesn't count, Mu Zhai is the person who talks about the family.

The day passed quickly, Mu Zhai was reading the book hungrily, and the old village chief was smiling and teasing Mu Qing and Xiaohua, and they were all happy.

In the evening, when the dew was damp and heavy, Mu Zhai began to work as a porter again, and painstakingly carried the books back to the house again, and refilled the old village chief's house specially used to store the books.

Before leaving, the old village chief casually took out a volume from the book, handed it to Mu Zhai, and said with a smile: "Take it back and read it, if you understand it, you will return it." ”

Mu Zhai was ecstatic, holding the scroll and never letting go, even the little sister who usually begged for a hug was thrown away, letting Mu Qing and Xiaohua follow behind him, and walked home vigorously.

Mu Qing pouted, dragged Xiaohua, and followed Mu Zhai from a distance, after all, he was only more than a year old, and it was still early to follow Mu Zhai if he wanted to open his legs.

When he got home, Mu Da had come back early in the morning, he was taking care of the food, Mu Feng was helping him, as for Eminem, who had done this work before, he was smiling and watching the two of them busy working, the pregnant woman was the most noble in the family, this is the respect of Yunmengze people for reproduction.

But Mu Zhai didn't care, hastily finished his own portion, returned to his hut, closed the door, lit the homemade oil lamp, opened the book in his hand, and read it hungrily.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Classic of the Five Tibetan Mountains, the Classic of the South Mountains", the first part of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", is ranked at the top of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Classic of the Five Tibetan Mountains", which records the customs and customs of the Great Wilderness, all kinds of strange beasts, demons and monsters.

In the past, Mu Zhai thought that this was an absurd ancient book of Zhiwei, and he flipped through it casually, but he had never been so devoted to reading it as he was today, and even devoted himself to it.

The head of the Nanshan Sutra is called the Mountain. Its head is called the mountain of swagger, facing the West Sea. More gui and more gold and jade. There is grass, its shape is like a leek and blue and white, its name is called Zhu Yu, and the food is not hungry. There is wood, its shape is like a tree and black, and its flowers are shining. Its name is called Misty, and it is not fascinated. There is a beast, its shape is like Yu and white ears, the pedestrian walks, its name is called the fox, the food is good to go.

This is the beginning, to the effect that it is a general introduction to the style of the Great Wilderness.

The reason why Mu Zhai attaches so much importance to this book is because there is really a great wilderness in this world, just in the more difficult place of Yunmengze, and the geographical appearance of this world is almost an enlarged version of the world in the previous life, just three thousand miles of Yunmengze, almost subverted Mu Zhai's worldview, because the Yunmengze recorded in the previous life is only eight or nine hundred miles in size, so Mu Zhai believes that he has the responsibility and obligation to thoroughly understand this world, so as not to be pitted.