Being able to farm: starting from moving to the village and picking up furry

What is this going to do?

Why do I feel that this Taoist priest is a little bit abnormal? Could he please not be so scary?

Shen Qingqing and the others' heartbeats were like the sound of drums. Xia Qingyu could tell without even trying to listen. It was obvious that they were panicking.

Seeing this person suddenly appearing early in the morning, I must have been scared to death.

She held her forehead and resisted the urge to complain.

I really couldn't understand what was wrong with the other person. To everyone, he looked like a child playing with water on the ground.

The next second, Xia Qingyu's wrist was grabbed by someone, and then the young Taoist priest's distressed voice rang out, "It's gone!"

Xia Qingyu: "What's missing?"

She was also confused. What was missing? Clothes or something else?

"Master Zhou, let me take you to wash first." Old Master Li was also startled. He hurried forward, blocked Xia Qingyu behind him, and then called people.

Waving his dirty hands, Zhou Yan said nonchalantly: "Uncle Li, nothing to do, go and prepare some incense and candles first."

"But your clothes." Mr. Li didn't know how to describe it.

The robe looked like it had been burned by fire, the edges of the robe were curled up, and there were several charred holes on the sleeves.

After being drenched in water, the Taoist robe hung wetly, looking a little disheveled.

"Clothes are external things. The old ones must go away before the new ones can come." Zhou Yan glanced at his clothes and said with a smile.

What an open-minded young Taoist priest! Several people in the kitchen felt the same way.

He said this lightly, but Mr. Li felt a headache.

"The clothes are a small matter. If it weren't for Miss Qingyu, I might have been burned by the fire." Pointing at the person behind Mr. Li, Zhou Yan replied.

"So that's how it is." Now Mr. Li roughly understood what happened, and then felt strange.

Since you seem to be fine, young Taoist priest, why did you scream so heartbreakingly before? You didn't sound like someone who was fine.

He didn't ask this question out loud, and it was not easy to ask further. At least everything was fine.

Seeing that there were still people gathered outside, Mr. Li said nothing more. He handed the handkerchief to Zhou Yan, got up and left the kitchen.

When the onlookers saw Mr. Li come out, they all made way for him, and some even jumped up and down to watch the fun.

Mr. Li explained simply: "The young Taoist priest went to the kitchen and his clothes were set on fire by the firewood. Fortunately, he was fine."

After hearing that everything was alright, everyone was puzzled while some were discussing among themselves.

Mrs. Li heaved a sigh of relief, thinking about her youngest son's engagement. She followed her husband into the house and asked quietly, "Old man, how is it?"

"Don't worry. The Chen family is more anxious than we are. They have already asked the original matchmaker to testify and the marriage is officially dissolved." As he said this, Grandpa Li handed a piece of paper to his wife.

Knowing that it had been resolved, Mrs. Li was relieved, "That's good."

Seeing that there were many people outside, Mr. Li didn't ask any more questions.

Now that you're here, it would be a good idea to help build the house.

"Old lady, take out the firecrackers, candles and other things we bought yesterday. Let's start preparing for the groundbreaking ceremony."

She brought out a bamboo sieve with paper money, incense and candles inside. Old Mrs. Li said, "Don't worry, we have prepared everything and are waiting for you to come back."

As the old couple was talking, they saw their second son come in and said, "Dad, didn't you meet Carpenter Yang and his friends on the way?"

Hearing this, Mr. Li shook his head and said, "On this road, we only encountered one ox cart, which was your uncle Niu's."

"That shouldn't be the case. Usually when they go to build houses for other people, they always arrive very early."

Li Yanchuan touched his chin and said, "It's already past the middle of the morning, and they haven't arrived yet. Did something happen to them?"

Old Mrs. Li and her husband looked confused. The craftsman in the town was hired by their son, and they didn't know whether he would get into trouble.

Looking at his old father, Li Laoer smiled and comforted him, "Dad, Mom, don't worry, there may be too many of them and the ox cart is moving slowly. I will drive Uncle Zhang's ox cart to pick them up."

"Okay, then you go quickly and come back soon." Nodding, Mr. Li urged.

Then prepare the grains for the sacrifice. This is what the young Taoist priest asked us to prepare, and we can start as soon as the craftsmen arrive.

In the kitchen, Xia Qingyu looked at Zhou Yan squatting on the ground, feeling helpless.

Originally Shen Qingqing and the others thought that the young Taoist priest would feel embarrassed, but he was still cheerful, as if it was not him whose clothes were burned by the fire, nor was it him who was drenched by the water.

This young Taoist priest was also very casual. Although he was invited here, he did not put on airs.

Walking to the round tree stump, Xia Qingyu picked up another tree stump from the corner, which was a triangular wooden stool.

After wiping it with a handkerchief, Xia Qingyu handed it over, "Here."

"Oh, thank you." The young Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe responded lightly and walked to the triangular stool.

He didn't hesitate to sit down and rest, looking around at the wooden stool he had made, and thought its shape was very peculiar.

"Click."

Zhou Yan picked up the dry bamboo stick next to him and gently broke it into two pieces with his hands.

He picked up one of the pieces with his right hand and drew it back and forth on the ground.

The pancakes were already baked. When Shen Qingqing saw this scene, the corners of her mouth twitched.

This little Taoist priest likes to play in the mud?

She had seen Tuantuan and Yuanyuan play like this before when it rained, and it was exactly the same.

He is actually playing with bamboo strips and mud. What a strange hobby.

Xia Qingyu raised his eyelids slightly, and paused holding the tongs. He looked at the messy lines on the mud ground, as if thinking about something.

Isn't this the one she just drew?

Zhou Yan actually also took a branch and imitated her in drawing a formation on the ground.

Even though that simplified version was for her own use, the other party only took a quick look at it before it was destroyed by water, but he actually wrote down most of it.

It's simply amazing. Although he is not born with the talent for formations like Qiqi, this person can also be said to be gifted.

Xia Qingyu praised him in her heart, and then she saw Zhou Yan frowning, as if he was puzzled.

Zhou Yan pointed to the ground next to the stove, raised his head and asked her, "What you just drew is gone."

"Ah."

Nodding, Xia Qingyu did not deny it, but she kept it in mind and it didn't affect her.

Zhou Yan rubbed his head and covered it with both hands, trying hard to recall the lines he had seen before.

When Xia Qingyu thought he was going to hold his head and shout like before, she suddenly heard him ask, "Um, Miss Qingyu, can I ask you something?"