The family sat down at the table, the steaming meal was served, the big rooster became a plate of white chopped chicken, no longer in that majestic shape, Han Zaixin did not move his chopsticks, his father sandwiched a big chicken leg into his bowl.

"Xin'er, eat chicken legs!" and his mother was also helping on the side, only the dirty little guy felt endless sadness on the side: who is this guy? Why are his parents so good to him! Even the chicken legs were given to him, that is his own privilege. So he sat on the bench with a puff of air, rolled his eyes on a small face, and looked at the young man he saw for the first time sitting on the right-hand side.

"Second boy, eat, what are you doing with that weird expression?" Father Han scolded softly.

"Hmph...... "The little guy didn't turn his head, holding the bowl, the rice slammed into his mouth, and he didn't eat the vegetables.

"This is your younger brother, born in the second year after you left, his name is Han Zaiyun, and he is only four years old this year!

"It's a good thing that the child is lively, it means that he is not sick or sick! But it takes a lot of effort for his father and mother to take care of this little guy!" Han Zaixin said, although he is not a person who is good at human feelings, but he still feels the unhappiness in this little guy's heart under the initial contact. At this young age, for the person who suddenly appeared, he suddenly took away all the attention of his parents, and he was a little hostile to him, Han Zaixin felt nothing. He is also confident that with his own ability, it will only take a minute to deal with this little guy.

"He's your brother!" said to Han Zaiyun. At the same time, another chicken leg was sandwiched into his bowl.

"Brother......" got a chicken leg, Han Zaiyun reluctantly screamed, still his mother loves herself, unlike her father! The child is surprisingly small in his heart, but he never holds grudges.

"Okay, you boy, your brother has been away from home for six years, and now that you're back, don't mess around with your father if you're kind to him!" said the mother in her youngest son's ear.

The little guy didn't know exactly what kind of time six years was, but when his mother said so, he didn't bother anymore, and gnawed on the chicken legs, and his little face was all oily. The chicken thighs are still delicious!

"Xin'er is back today, let's drink some of them!" Father Han moved out of his own wine jar from home, this is the home-brewed local wine in the village, there is nothing to say, it is just distilled from grain, although it is not as mellow as those famous wines, but it is better than the real materials, everyone knows the roots, there is nothing to fool.

This jar of wine was specially concocted by Han's father, and he has not been willing to drink it all these years, in order to wait for his eldest son to come back, he knew that when he came back, it might be many years later, and he didn't know if he was still there, but in order to save a thought, this jar of wine, the day after Han Zaixin left home, he called back from the winemaker in the village, and then went to the mountains to find it for three days and three nights, and found a decades-old mallet soaked in it.

This incident was still rumored in the village for a long time, and many people envied the Han family for having the luck to find an old mallet that was decades old and could live a good life, but Han's father directly soaked in wine, which made people feel sorry! If they had sold it directly to the Xiao family at that time, I am afraid that their family's few acres of land would have directly belonged to them, and they did not need to pay nearly half of the tenant rent to the Xiao family every year.

Today, Father Han finally waited for the time to drink this jar of wine, he carefully put the jar on the table, and then took two small bowls, and the pale yellow nine liquid was carefully poured into the bowl by him, and it was clear to the bottom. The slightest wisp of wine fragrance wafted out at this time, and people couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Han Zaixin is not a good drinker, he has never tried to drink in the Sword Sect, because he feels that he has too late time to cultivate every day, where is there time to drink! So since he was a child, in addition to secretly stealing his father's wine collection when he was at home, he really didn't drink for several years. This time his father was happy, Han Zaixin would not be disappointed, even if he had never drunk, but he himself could be regarded as a cultivator, and this little wine would not make him drunk!

"Father, the child toasts you, I haven't been able to accept the joy all these years, the child is not filial!" Han Zaixin brought the wine bowl to the center of his eyebrows, and then raised his head and drank it all.

The liquor slid through his throat and swallowed into his stomach like a filament, and then a hot breath spread out from his stomach, as if it was about to sweep his whole body, but Han Zaixin didn't expect that this jar of wine actually contained a faint aura. But this aura was really weak and tight, and it was not enough for the true yuan in his body to function, so it directly dissipated in the internal organs.

"Xin'er, do you often steal wine and drink in the sect? Look at your bowl of wine, your face is not red and you don't panting, you must be a little drunk!" Han's father is also happy, he doesn't have the usual strictness when he speaks, the eldest son has grown up, and some strictness needs to be let go, the father and son are the most difficult to get along with when they are young, and the child will always be afraid of the strict father, but when he grows up, he can also understand what the father did at the beginning.

"Daddy, where are you talking, there is no such condition at home in the sect, the outer disciples have to complete their tasks every day to eat, and they also have to cultivate, where do they have time to drink!" Han Zaixin said what was in his heart, although he wanted to report good news and not bad news, but he didn't seem to have many happy events to report over the years, but in the last half a year, he has only had a slightly better life. But there are only two things: the promotion of the inner door apprentice Lu Qingxuan.

Han Zaixin also concealed what kind of life he had lived all these years, and he knew that if he didn't say anything but said yes, it would make his parents' hearts even more unstable, because they would be cranky! As a monk, his spiritual wisdom can be regarded as developed compared to ordinary people. A little thought will make you figure. So just say it all, lest your parents make up for it by themselves, and they will figure out how much suffering they have endured and increase their troubles.

"When I first entered the sect, I was really not used to it, I had to get up every morning at midnight, and then clean my residence, which was necessary for the disciples of the Sword Sect to practice swordsmanship. After eating breakfast at the time of the hour, you have to start a day's chores, and after finishing the work, it is the cultivation time, and you can only be promoted if you meet the standards, and the child's qualifications are not high, so they stay outside for a long time, but they still become inner disciples!" Han Zaixin slowly said his experience over the years at the dinner table, it was very ordinary, very simple life, but very fulfilling!

"Then brother, you know how to swordsmanship! Teach me well! I also want to practice!" Han Zaiyun finished eating his chicken legs, and listened to his brother tell about the countless disciples in the Sword Sect who practiced swords every day, and how strong their swordsmanship was, and the idea of wanting to cultivate also rose in his heart.

"You little fellow, now I want to please your brother! I couldn't even give up a chicken leg just now!" the mother laughed and teased her younger son.

"Not really!" The little guy had a dirty smile on his face, a little embarrassed on his face, but he looked at his brother with big eyes, although he was only four years old, but he was very serious and full of yearning.

"It's not impossible to teach you, but your brother is just an inner disciple now, and he has just been promoted, so he has no power to pass on the swordsmanship of the sect, so he can only teach you some things that don't belong to the sect, are you sure you can endure that hardship?" Han Zai thought about it, but he didn't refuse, because he wanted to seize what he cared about, so he couldn't give up any opportunity, his parents were old, and it was difficult to succeed in cultivation, but his younger brother didn't miss the best time to cultivate, let him embark on this path, if he had anything in the future, his parents would also have someone to protect him!

Han Zaixin never thought that his parents would always grow old, and whether his ability would be able to grasp what he wanted to stay in the face of time, but he would do his best to guide his parents on this path, how many cultivation families all wanted him to get the initial accumulation in the sect like this, and then step by step towards the big family that would last forever in the world!

After eating, Han Zaiyun went to take a nap, and the children slept a lot. Han Zaixin and his father were sitting in the hall discussing some things, and Han Zaixin had an initial idea, although it was only a seed that had just sprouted, but it did not prevent him from planting this seed and cultivating it into a towering tree.

"Father, this is bamboo spirit rice, it belongs to a kind of spiritual plant in the cultivation world, and the food for cultivators to eat can be regarded as one of the most basic cultivation resources, this time I brought some back, father to see if he can plant it!" Han Zaixin took out the seeds of the bag of bamboo spirit rice that he had exchanged for from the Su clan from the storage bag on his waist, and then said.

Seeing his son take out a large bag of things from a small pocket that was no more than the size of a palm, Father Han was a little surprised, this is the method of the monk, but he was not as shocked as the cultivators, because he didn't know the true value of this thing. His attention was more focused on the bag of bamboo spirit rice. This is what the monk eats, what kind of treasure must it be? He was not sure if his ability to serve the crops would make it a good thing!

"This thing is not troublesome, it just needs to be planted in the ground like a crop, and the yield should be okay!" Han Zaixin said. He didn't know what grade the bag of bamboo spirit rice he brought back was, because Han Zaixin was not a disciple of the Baicao Garden who was responsible for planting, so he was not very clear about these grades: "But it's still okay to yield thousands of catties per mu!" Han Zaixin's words completely shocked Han's father, because the yield per mu is thousands of catties, this is simply a myth, they have worked hard for a year, and the output per mu is only a few hundred catties, and these thousands of catties can be described as the output of several acres or even ten acres.