Immortals Step into Heaven

As the dawn breaks, the clear and loud crowing of roosters is like a sharp sword, instantly waking the entire village from its slumber.

The sound of roosters crowing one after another permeated the entire village, as if heralding the beginning of a new day.

Before long, wisps of smoke from the village roofs began to rise slowly like wisps of light ribbons. These wisps of smoke intertwined together, adding a touch of warmth and a rural atmosphere to this quiet village.

In the northwest corner of this seemingly ordinary village, there came waves of rhythmic and powerful sounds of hammers hitting pig iron.

This sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere, full of vitality and vigor. There was only one blacksmith shop in the village, and it carried the entire village's demand for various iron farm tools.

The blacksmith's shop wasn't very spacious, consisting of just two rooms, a hall, and a small kitchen. The shop was located on the right side of the house, and from a distance, it didn't quite fit in with the surroundings.

However, for the father and son who make a living by blacksmithing, such a layout is harmless for their livelihood.

Inside the shop, two men, one large and one small, were busy. The older man was a burly man with a stubbled face, his complexion looking a bit disheveled, perhaps from a long period of neglect. He had a rather rugged appearance, with the typical rustic simplicity and honesty of a country bumpkin.

His ordinary face seemed to be the mark of time, telling the vicissitudes of life. The younger one was quite handsome, with a fair and delicate face and bright and lively eyes.

The two men standing together formed a sharp contrast and looked very mismatched. But they were father and son, and this blood bond bound them closely together.

The two men took turns swinging the hammer, one after the other, in perfect coordination. Every time the hammer fell, there was a crisp sound, as if it was a dialogue between them and life.

The younger one, named Zheng Yuan, was concentrating on forging iron. The hammer in his hand seemed to have life. As he swung it, the iron block gradually deformed and became various useful farm tools.

At this moment, a shout broke Zheng Yuan's concentration. "Zheng Yuan, stop fighting and go make breakfast first!" Zheng Yuan heard his father's call and immediately put down the hammer, washed his hands with clean water, and quickly ran to the kitchen. When he reached the rice jar, he found it was empty, not a single grain of rice!

Zheng Yuan touched his forehead helplessly, a trace of anxiety welling up in his heart. He walked out of the kitchen and said to his father who was working as a blacksmith, "There's no rice at home. I'm going to borrow some from Aunt Zhao's house."

Zheng Chunnian said after hearing this.

Oh, no rice? I'll go buy some when I'm free. Tell Aunt Zhao we're out of rice and ask to borrow some for breakfast. I'll buy some rice later and return it to her.

I understand, Zheng Yuan responded.

The two houses were very close, only ten feet away. Zheng Yuan left the house and soon arrived at Aunt Zhao's door. He stood at the door and knocked gently. A childish, clear, sweet voice came from inside.

Who is it! Who is knocking at the door!

Ling'er is me, Brother Xiaoyuan!

I ran out of rice this morning, and the rice shop isn't open yet, so I came to your house to borrow some rice to make breakfast, and then I'll buy some rice and return it to you when the rice shop opens.

Oh! It's Brother Xiao Yuan! Ling'er opened the door and said, Brother Xiao Yuan, please come in. Then she shouted into the room, Mom, Dad, Brother Xiao Yuan is here.

Ling'er looks very pure and lovely, and her slightly rosy cheeks exude the breath of youth.

Her eyes were bright and clear, like two sparkling gemstones. She was only nine years old, but she was already so pretty. She was sure to be a beauty when she grew up.

Zheng Yuan is one year older than Zhao Linger. They grew up together and can be considered childhood sweethearts.

After Zheng Yuan entered the room, he greeted Aunt Zhao and Uncle Zhao respectively, and then explained his purpose.

Uncle Zhao smiled at Zheng Yuan, a smile full of warmth and kindness. He then asked Ling'er to get a small bag of rice.

Aunt Zhao went to the kitchen and got some pickles for Zheng Yuan to take back. Zheng Yuan thanked Aunt Zhao before leaving.

Ling'er chased to the door and said, "Brother Xiaoyuan, remember to come and play with me later."

Zheng Yuan looked at Ling'er, smiled and agreed.

Upon returning home, Zheng Yuan began washing the rice and the pot. His movements were deft and skillful, as if he had done this countless times. Half an hour later, a pot of steaming hot porridge was ready.

He called his father to eat with him. As they drank porridge and ate pickles, an indescribable feeling of comfort came over him.

Maybe it's because Aunt Zhao's pickles are so delicious! I've eaten a lot of them over the years, and I never get tired of them. The flavor of the pickles, salty with a hint of sour, and sour with a hint of fragrance, is so delicious that it leaves a lasting impression.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, covering the entire village with a golden coat.

Zheng Yuan called Zhao Linger and several other children from the same village to go play in the fields. Gou Er was a thin boy, and his small eyes often looked around, as if he was looking for something new.

The big bear has a lot of fat on his body. I don’t know what he ate, but he is so fat.

However, he was quite strong. And then there was Xiaolin, who had a few freckles on her face but was also very pretty, and was considered a potential stock.

The five of them lay together in the field, looking up at the stars in the sky and chatting about the interesting things that happened during the day.

Zheng Yuan closed his eyes slightly to rest, his thoughts drifting far away. Before he knew it, he had already been in this world for ten years.

Zheng Yuan traveled from Blue Star by accident. In his previous life, Zheng Yuan was just a teenager, an ordinary young man with no special skills, who just liked to read books.

It’s quite a coincidence that Zheng Yuan had the same name in both his previous lives.

Over the past ten years, Zheng Yuan often heard the village teacher talk about interesting things outside the village, such as martial arts masters and those who could climb walls and fly over rooftops, which made him very envious.

But Zheng Yuan was very depressed because he thought he was too young, had no connections, and didn't know whether it was safe outside.

Mr. Zhang was probably in his sixties. He had been a scholar in his early years, but he had no ambitions and no family in his old age. He lived a very poor life. Five years ago, when he wandered into the village, everyone took pity on him and gave him some food.

After some communication, we learned that he was a scholar in the past. Everyone thought that since the children in the village had no place to study and learn to read, they asked Mr. Zhang to stay in the village and teach the children to read and write.

Those who have children who need to go to school should pay some tuition to Mr. Zhang and then prepare a place for him to live. I asked Mr. Zhang for his opinion, and Mr. Zhang agreed after a little thought.

Maybe for Mr. Zhang, at his age, it would be nice to have a place to live.

Brother Xiao Yuan, are you asleep? A familiar voice called out to me, and I felt so cute listening to it.

Ling'er! I'm not asleep. I'm just resting my eyes and thinking about something.

For Zheng Yuan, after traveling to this world, he naturally didn't want to stay in the village and work as a blacksmith for the rest of his life! Living like this would be too monotonous and boring.

What's Brother Xiao Yuan thinking about? Can you tell Ling'er? I'm thinking about what I want to do in the future, and I want to see what the world outside the village is like.

What does Xiao Yuan want to do in the future? Can you take Ling'er with you?

Hmm! I haven't figured out what to do yet. Right now, I'm just a blacksmith. I'll see what the situation is like out there.

What kinds of things are suitable to do and what kinds of things have more development prospects? If I do well in the future, I will take Ling'er with me to do them.

Thank you, Brother Xiao Yuan! Ling'er stretched out her slender little finger and said, "Then let's make a pinky promise. It's a deal, no lying!" Zheng Yuan also stretched out his little finger to make a pinky promise with Ling'er, looking at Ling'er with a smile and said, "No lying, how could I bear to lie to such a lovely Ling'er! Hahaha!"

A blush instantly appeared on Ling'er's little face, and she looked at Zheng Yuan shyly.

Zheng Yuan looked at Ling'er's silly look and said with a smile, Ling'er, is there anything you want to do in the future?

Ling'er didn't think that far ahead. She was happy just thinking that she could do things with Brother Xiao Yuan in the future.

Zheng Yuan looked at Ling'er's cute appearance with a smile and touched her head.

As the night gradually darkened, the cries of birds of prey and wild beasts could be heard from the surrounding mountains and forests from time to time, making everyone feel a little uneasy.

Several people walked in the fields, laughing and talking about something, chasing and playing, and happy laughter could be heard from time to time. After walking like this for a while, the village gate was already in sight.

The doorplate at the entrance of the village is made of wood. Two thick wooden stakes hold up a large wooden board made of three wooden boards, with three big characters written on it - "Shangxing Village".

The village sign, though flimsy, simple, and somewhat damaged, held a certain reluctance to be disrespected. It had protected this village for generations, witnessing countless births, deaths, and illnesses. Back in the village, everyone had gone their separate ways, and Zheng Yuan walked Ling'er to her doorstep.