The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 666

After dawn, Old Lady Yang opened her eyes, with horror and a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Old Lady Yang: "Why would I have such a dream?"

She dreamed of herself standing in a thick white mist. A faint voice told her that her eldest grandson was an immortal who had descended to earth to experience tribulations. This immortal was protected by the land god, and as he grew older, he would regain his memories of past lives. This voice allowed her to see any abnormalities in his body and help cover them up. It also told her of major events that would occur in the coming years and told her to store more food.

Old Mrs. Yang stroked her chest, with a thousand thoughts in her eyes, but in the end, they were all restrained.

Her husband died in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and her husband's six brothers also died in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. She also participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and her eldest son is now a soldier.

Her family was full of loyal and brave people, so she was not worried about the ten years of chaos mentioned in the dream. She was only worried about the big pot meal and the three years of disaster.

If the dream was true, she would not only have to stockpile food, but also build a wall around the yard.

Old Mrs. Yang got off the kang, went to the corner of the wall, turned over two bricks, and took out an iron box. When she opened it, there was a thick pile of money inside. These were the money her son had sent back over the years. Except for some money spent on building the house, she had not touched the rest.

All that was left were the two gold bricks that her husband had secretly given her when he was still alive.

These are all their belongings.

Old Mrs. Yang touched the money and gold bricks, but was reluctant to move them. She closed the box and buried it back under the bricks.

She couldn't be sure whether this strange dream was true or not, so she couldn't panic. She had to wait a little longer. She had to make sure whether it was true or not before taking any action.

Old Mrs. Yang stood there for a long time, pinching her fingers, until Yang Sanshui called her grandma, and then she came back to her senses.

Old Lady Yang: "Sanshui, what's wrong?"

Yang Sanshui: "Grandma, I want to pee"

Yang Sanshui rubbed his eyes and climbed up. Old Lady Yang hurried forward, took Yang Sanshui's arms and carried him down.

Yang Sanshui ran out as soon as he landed.

Old Mrs. Yang picked up Yang Miaomiao as well.

Yang Miaomiao looked at her sleepily and called her "Grandma" in a low voice.

Old Lady Yang: "Miaomiao, be good, let's go out and pee"

Yang Miaomiao: “Oh”

Yang Miaomiao yawned and cooperated with Old Lady Yang with her eyes half closed.

After Old Lady Yang finished taking care of her grandchildren, she washed her hands and went into the kitchen. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw Yun Mo holding a big fish in his right hand that was longer than him. Under Old Lady Yang's wide eyes, he flicked his hand and threw the fish on the chopping board.

Then, the eldest grandson, who was only about one meter tall, wielded the kitchen knife in various ways and separated the bones and meat of the big fish in no time.

Old Mrs. Yang couldn't catch her breath and fainted.

Yun Mo: "...are you not so scared?"

Farming System 666: "...Host, aren't you afraid that she'll go out and do something stupid?"

Yun Mo: "If I don't let her speak, she won't be able to say a single word."

Farming System 666: "...'The system is silent. Is this the confidence that comes from being powerful? If it were another traverser, they would have to hide it tightly and not let others discover their uniqueness.'"

Yun Mo squatted beside Old Lady Yang, and was about to wake her up when she trembled and opened her eyes. When their eyes met, Yun Mo clearly saw Old Lady Yang's pupils shrink, which was fear.

Yun Mo smiled indifferently. He imitated Yang San Sui's behavior and called her grandma in a soft voice.

Old Mrs. Yang supported herself on the ground with her hands and pushed back a few steps with her legs.

Old Lady Yang: "Three, three years old"

Old Mrs. Yang stammered and called out her eldest grandson's name, trying hard to curl the corners of her lips.

Yun Mo glanced at the corners of her lips that were half crying and half smiling, and stood up as if nothing had happened.

Yun Mo: "Hey, the ground is cold, you'd better not sit on it."

Old Lady Yang: "Oh, OK, OK"

Old Mrs. Yang nodded repeatedly, supporting her weak body with both hands and feet, and managed to stand up tremblingly.