Aunt Bai Xiaojian, who washed clothes by the Sunu River back then, had a waist as thick as a bucket and strong arms as a pillar, and did not go back to the past, after fifty spring and autumn baptisms and day and night work for a living, I don't know when, the sideburns have been dyed with a layer of hoarfrost.

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info "Mother, mother, I'm back!"

Bai Xiao Jiansheng shouted again and again, pushing open the firewood door of his house.

"I'm back!"

Aunt Hua, who was busy bringing the food to the table, looked at Bai Xiaojian with a smile, with a touch of love in her eyes, and said with concern: "I followed your father to work on the first day today, are you tired?" ”

Bai Xiaojian wiped a handful of sweat with his arm, "Mother, I'm not tired." My father is tired, he doesn't let me do the heavy work, he has to help me do it. Mother, dad is stubborn, you tell him that you don't have to do heavy work for me in the future. Now, you and your father are old, and I don't work, so who will feed you?"

When Aunt Hua heard this, she was moved and wiped away a handful of tears, "Good son, it is a blessing for my mother to have such a filial son as you in this life! ”

Bai Xiaojian frowned, "Mother, don't talk about dad like that." You two raised me so much, now is the time for me to repay you, what's the point of doing some heavy work?"

As he spoke, Bai Xiaojian suddenly remembered that his father on the construction site was still empty, and said urgently, "Mother, the immortals on the construction site are in a hurry today, and my father won't come back for dinner, so he asked me to come back and bring the food to the construction site." ”

"Okay,"

Aunt Hua calmed down and said slowly, "You eat here first, and I'll go get the basket." ”

"Mother, I don't eat at home either. My father must have been hungry after a long day's heavy work, so I brought my food to the construction site and ate it. ”

Aunt Hua looked relieved and said, "Okay then." ”

Aunt Hua took a basket and used two coarse porcelain bowls with a few broken mouths, and filled two full bowls of coarse grain rice, and each wrist of coarse grain rice was covered with a small piece of corn cake, and then a small can of home-grown goat's milk.

After Aunt Hua was about to stop, Bai Xiaojian's expression flashed, and she said: "Mother, bring another bowl, it's convenient to drink goat's milk, drink it in a jar, and always spill it." ”

"You, if you're so big, drinking goat's milk in a jar will spill out. ”

Aunt Hua's tone was full of love and no reproach.

Bai Xiaojian stuck out his tongue, made a strange expression at his mother, and ran out of the house like a gust of wind.

After walking far away from home, Bai Xiaojian turned his head and glanced behind him with a strange expression, making sure that he was out of his mother's sight, so he sat down on the side of the road.

He took out a bowl of coarse grain rice from a basket, divided half a bowl of rice and half a corn tortilla into the small bowl he claimed he was going to use for the sheep's milk, and began to devour it.

After a while, he finished the small bowl of coarse grain rice, patted his chest, and poured a mouthful of goat's milk fiercely, before he swallowed the coarse grain that was stalked in his chest.

After packing up the basket, Bai Xiaojian hid the small bowl in the grass by the roadside, inspected it, and after there was nothing suspicious, he picked up the basket and walked towards the construction site.

The so-called construction site is a spiritual stone mine cave located on the mountainside of the East Gorge.

The spirit stone is a crystallization that contains spiritual power.

For cultivators, the role of spiritual power is as indispensable as the effect of food on ordinary.

In addition to the fact that the first order of Na Ling can be achieved by relying on the cultivator himself to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, each subsequent level requires a spirit stone containing a large amount of spiritual power as the foundation.

And refining magic weapons, pills and the like, spirit stones are also indispensable auxiliaries.

Bai Xiaojian came to the construction site located on the halfway of Dongxia Mountain, and saw his father's busy figure from afar, and immediately accelerated his pace and rushed over.

"Dad, you go to dinner, let me do the work here first. ”

Bai Xiaojian said, put the basket on the flat ground, and held the shovel in his father's hand to grab it.

Bai Xiaojian's father is a strong man, and now he is old and has a rickety body, but the strength that has been boiled over the years cannot be compared with the immature Bai Xiaojian.

He didn't let go of the shovel handle at all, glanced at Xiaojian, and said with relief: "It's okay, the immortal who oversees the work has also gone to rest." You're tired from walking from home, so sit down and rest for a while. ”

Bai Xiaojian couldn't snatch the shovel in his father's hand, and he was helpless for a while, so he had to sit down on the stone on the side.

When my father opened the basket, there was only one and a half bowls of rice in it.

"How did your mother do it, how can two people eat a bowl and a half of rice. ”

The father said angrily.

"Dad, I've eaten at home. My mother said that today's rice was cooked more, so I filled half a bowl more so that you could eat to your heart's content. ”

Bai Xiaojian hurriedly explained.

The father looked at Xiaojian suspiciously, but he couldn't see anything unusual, so he nodded and said, "Our family's food is not abundant, and your mother really doesn't know how to be in charge." ”

Bai Xiaojian smiled and said, "Dad, don't blame your mother." Mother is not sorry for you when she does this. ”

The father sneered and did not speak, but began to eat with his head buried in his head.

Seeing this scene, Bai Xiaojian, who was sitting on the side, finally quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

; Chapter 3: Flying to cross the East Gorge Mountain and the West Gorge Mountain across the Sunu River, both mountains are rich in spiritual stone veins.

Dongxia Mountain, together with the eastern part of Shuangyue Valley, is the domain of Jiuyin Valley.

Although the Nine Yin Valley and the Thousand Victory Gate each have their own side of the Double Moon Valley, they both see each other as a threat.

Skirmishes often occur between monks of the two sects.

And the upper echelons of the sect also turned a blind eye to this kind of small dispute.

With the deliberate connivance of their respective sects, the private battles are also fierce.

Even as for it, there are often people who sneak into the other party's mining area to steal spirit stones behind their own backs.

Because the daily output of spiritual stones in the mining area is strictly guarded, it is difficult to fill your pockets.

But the spirit stones stolen from the other party's mining area will not be accounted for, and they will really fall into their own pockets.

The monks guarding the spiritual veins were stealing spirit stones from the other party's mining area in every possible way, and on the other hand, they were strictly guarding their own vein areas and being stolen.

Therefore, there is a sentry on the vein at ten paces, and it is extremely tightly guarded.

One is to oversee the work, the second is to guard against thieves, and the third is to guard against alien races that may invade.

Bai Xiaojian swung his heavy shovel and smashed it into the crack in the stone.

His father beside him asked with concern, "Worship Xiaojian, are you tired?"

Bai Xiaojian shook his head, "Dad, I'm not tired." ”

Because the movements of Bai Xiaojian's father's hand were slightly sluggish, he was reprimanded by a white-robed monk behind him.

"Work more, talk less! If you can't complete the tasks assigned to you from above, you will all be exiled to the wasteland to feed the beasts!"

Bai Xiaojian's father didn't dare to speak more, and continued to bury his head in riveting, smashing shovels into the cracks in the stones.

Bai Xiaojian has grown up in this environment since he was a child, and Rao is used to seeing the high-flying attitude of this group of monks, and he can't help but feel a little angry at this moment.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he picked up a shovel like an outpouring of anger.

(To be continued.)

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