After Yanshu finished painting, she turned her head to see Mi Gu's appearance, and said with a smile: "How about it, I like it! I'll teach you how to draw?"

Mi Gu saw that she drew a few strokes of the beasts of the mountains and forests, and felt so simple, so he said proudly: "Even don't need you to teach, even can draw, even is so powerful." ”

Yan Shujiao smiled: "Then you can draw it." ”

As he spoke, he spread out another piece of paper and drew it with a pen.

Mi Gu was not afraid, holding the pen and thinking about the way Yanshu had just drawn, Xiu Xiu drew it, and it was fine in a few clicks. It's just that the painting is weird, and it doesn't look like what I thought it would be at all. But she was still very happy, picked up the painting she had drawn and flew to Baba in a hurry, and said proudly: "Baba Baba, do you look at the painting painted by the puppet?"

What the hell is this drawing?

Gongliang looked at the black dots and three or five circles on the white paper, and a black line went straight down, and he really didn't know how to evaluate it.

Secretly looked at Yanshu, only to see her snickering behind her, and Yan Jingshu, with a smile in her eyes. Yan Yushu was anxious to practice calligraphy with a pen, but she didn't notice the situation here.

"Uh... What are you drawing, tell me, Dad didn't see it. ”

After looking at it for a long time, Gongliang still couldn't guess what was drawn on the paper, so he had to ask.

When Mi Gu heard Baba's words, he flapped his wings, flicked his tail, and pointed to the painting on the paper angrily and said, "Baba, this is the mountain, this is the tree, this is the beast." Look, it's amazing!"

It's so powerful, so powerful that I can't even see what it's drawing.

Gongliang slandered in his heart, and praised with his mouth: "Our rice valley is the best, but if you want to paint, just learn from Yanshu, and the things you draw will definitely be more beautiful if you learn more." ”

"Uh-huh, baba, the puppet must be so beautiful and beautiful. ”

The little guy seems to be really interested in painting, and whenever he has time, he peeks behind Yanshu, but he doesn't study seriously, and in the end what he draws doesn't look like it at all, but it looks like a god, a bit of an abstract flavor.

Seeing that it was almost noon, the spirit pets outside couldn't wait, so they shouted one after another: "Round and rolling, rice grain, have you woken up?"

For a while, the beasts roared and the birds chirped, so it was not lively.

Round Roll, who was sleeping on the fur of the animal, heard the sound and woke up immediately.

Mi Gu flapped his wings and flew out.

These guys only came yesterday, why did they come here again today. The public conscience was strange, so he went out to see, and even the three sisters of the Yan family couldn't help but walk out. When I went outside, I looked down through the wall, and I saw that the cliff outside the valley was full of spirit pets, and there was a group of people talking and chatting over there.

Seeing so many good friends coming, Miya flew out and asked, "Why are you here?"

It's no wonder that she is curious, these spirit pets come over regularly, usually once every few days, and rarely come every day.

"We want to hear Gongliang's story. Mei'er said as she stood on the head of the white lion.

Gongliang listened to it in the city and said, "Wait until you finish eating at noon." ”

The spirit pets had no choice but to continue to wait.

After lunch, Gongliang slowly walked out of the valley with the rice grains. When he came to the wall, Gongliang took out a makeshift table and a chair, as well as a piece of startling wood and a feather fan made of white goose feathers.

"Smack"

Gongliang sat on the chair, held a feather fan, picked up the shocking wood and slapped it hard, and said: "From today onwards, tell stories every Friday, practice at other times, and don't quarrel here again." ”

Hearing this, the spirit pet nodded hurriedly.

Gongliang was fortunate to be able to tell them stories, how could they disturb his practice.

"Now that you know, I'll start talking.

Last time, I talked about the big gold tooth and knew a professor who specialized in investigating and studying antiquities, and they often communicated with each other.

In the book, there are kings in the mortal dynasty who purge dissidents with the crime of writing or fabricating words, which brings the professor's work to a halt. Fortunately, after the death of this king, the work of teaching was resumed.

In recent years, the investigation of antiquities has reached its peak, and a large number of ancient tombs and ruins have surfaced.

The exchange and trading of antiquities collection is also extremely hot, and all kinds of large and small tomb robbers have heard the wind and dug up mounds when they see them, especially in Shaanxi, Hebei, Hunan and other places, and there is a great tendency to become more and more intense..."

When Gongliang talks about ghosts blowing out the lamp, he doesn't copy the book, and sometimes he has to translate it.

There is no way, if you want to copy the records in the book of the previous life, some things must not be understood. Fortunately, although the translation is messy, the storyline remains the same.

A group of spirit pets listened to Gongliang's story very carefully, for fear of missing every plot.

Mi Gu sat next to him, flapping his wings happily, and the baba was so amazing.

Round lying on the other side, usually it sleeps on its stomach, but now it sits on the ground, wide-eyed and listening. It seems that the story told by Gongliang was deeply attracted to it.

Next to the spirit pet, there is also a group of people.

Some of these people are pet owners, and some are here to join in the fun. Now all of them are attracted and addicted to the stories told by Gongliang.

“... The feeling of escaping death from the depths of the desert step by step is not something that people living in a normal environment can easily understand. Since then, Hu Bayi has developed a habit of drinking water at home, no matter how big the cup is, he always drinks a drop in one go. ”

"Smack"

"Alright, that's the end of the first volume of the Ghost Blowing Lantern. ”

Gongliang's heavy slap startled some timid spirit pets.

Mei'er asked fearfully, "Gong... Gongliang, is there anything else down there?"

"Yes, and many more. The next volume is the Longling Grotto. That volume is even more terrifying, don't come here if you're a faint eye!"

"I'm not timid, I must come. Bai He endured his trembling body and said with his chest puffed.

"I... I'm not timid either. ”

"I'm not timid either. ”

When the spirit pets heard Gongliang's words, they were afraid of being despised, and they all said that they were not afraid at all, and they would definitely come again next time. I just don't know if it's really not scared, or if I pretend not to be afraid.

Gongliang ignored them, and returned to the valley after telling the story.

Mi Gu and Yuan Roll didn't go, and began to exchange things with their good friends.

Soon after Gongliang returned to the valley, he saw that the desolate man who had gone out in the morning had returned with a group of Dayan girls. At a cursory glance, there were more than a dozen people. Only a few of them were from the Fuxiong tribe, and the others were from the inferior and reckless tribes.

Gongliang raised his eyebrows, didn't this guy ask him to invite someone to come over and cook? What are you doing with so many people coming back?

"Male... Son, the bear girl from the bear department is here, but there are a lot of people. ”

The desolate man pointed to the leading girl in shame and said.

When he found the bear girl and told her that he was going to invite her to cook, the eyes of the group of people were as bright as the moon, and they didn't even give him a chance to finish speaking, so they pushed him to the valley.

When a Xiong Zhuang girl saw Gongliang, she stepped forward to push away the desolate man, and asked in a rough voice: "Dayanren, can you really eat enough to cook here on your side, and do you still have Linggu to take it?"

"It's... But there are too many of you, and I only need two or three to cook here. ”

"We are all in this together and cannot be separated. Since we are all desolate people, we don't want Linggu, we can fill our stomachs, what do you think?"

When the desolate man heard this, he opened his mouth to speak, but he did not dare to say a word under the watchful eye of a dry girl.

Gongliang didn't expect her to be so easy to speak, so he nodded and said, "It's okay, you will cook in the valley in the future." ”

"Dayanren, don't worry, our cooking will definitely be delicious. The bear girl of the bear department patted her chest and said.

Gongliang asked the desolate man to take them to find a place to live, but the desolate man opened his mouth to speak, but was kicked by a stout girl behind him, and almost fell to the ground.

While eating, Gongliang took a look, and his eyes almost jumped out.

Because these girls are so good at eating, he doesn't know how many times he hasn't eaten in his life, bucket after bucket is not finished, seeing that their stomachs are like being pregnant in October, a little bit swollen, he is afraid that their stomachs will explode.

At this rate, the little food in the storehouse is not enough for them to eat for a few days.

In this case, it was a waste for Shangpin Linggu to let them eat, Gongliang hurriedly ran to the warehouse to put away Shangpin Linggu, put the lower Linggu in the space, and also stored some pickled fish and pickled monster meat, all kinds of dried seafood, pickled vegetables and other things, I think it was enough for them to eat for a while.

When these things are finished, the valley will almost be able to harvest the next season's grain, enough to be self-sufficient, and he doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

The things that Mi Gu and Yuan Rolling and Xiao Xiangxiang exchanged with the spirit pets were not only spirit stones, but also medicinal herbs, ores and the like, as well as the delicacies that the spirit pets brought back from all over the world.

In addition to eating, generally rice grains and round and small fragrant will hand over the things they have exchanged to Gongliang.

Gongliang planted the useful elixir in the space, and took the useless ones to the sect for the pills he needed, and threw the ore directly into the small black pool to decompose.

According to the decomposition ability of the small black pool, the ore can be decomposed to obtain the purest material, which is better than the thing obtained by smelting it in a furnace.

Although Yuanluo and Gongliang have an appointment first, the spirit stones exchanged need to be divided.

But the roundness of the careful eye secretly hid some more, so that there were not many spirit stones for Gongliang. Xiao Xiangxiang also has the same example. Only Mi Gu honestly handed over all the spirit stones to Baba, but how could Gongliang take all the things of the little guy, he usually just took some, and gave it a lot of leftovers, and gave her a lot of delicious food in private.

The little one was so happy that her tail was about to break, and she liked poop the most.

If there is a gathering of Gongliang on the "fiveth", the days when the spirits and pets gather together in the future will be changed to the "fiveth" day of each month, that is, the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth. There are only three days a month, which not only saves the trouble of the spirit pets, but also earns some spirit stone flowers by the way, which can be described as a lot of money.

Because more and more spiritual pets and people gathered each time, over time, a market of free trade was formed outside the valley.

Most of the stalls are sect disciples, and there are all kinds of things to buy and sell.

Seeing so many people, Gongliang wondered if he should write the story he told into a book to sell. But writing was too tiring, and he thought about whether to carve jade slips to sell, but carved jade slips were easy to hurt his mind, and after thinking about it, he pulled down the matter.

Although he couldn't write the story into a book or carve it into a jade slip to sell, he thought of a business, that is, to make food.