Mozun is forced to farm

The silver unicorn is not a rare item, it is just his most common uniform.

If we talk about the scarlet and black dragon robe he wore when he was crowned, with strands of pure gold and pearls all over his sleeves, it would never happen even in the dreams of an emperor on earth.

Xie Xuechen quickly understood what he meant.

With such purity of workmanship, if it is taken out as it is, even if it does not attract chasing soldiers and enemies, it will cause all kinds of speculation and trouble.

Lin Zhu didn't mention it carefully, thinking in advance that if it was an important thing left by his deceased, he might have to apologize.

But the mute just shook his head, pinched the silver unicorn together, and the engraved pattern was immediately wiped off.

They took a small pot and melted the silver ornaments into square ingots, which looked as pure as late snow, which made Lin Zhu very happy.

"This is a thousand fine silver." The scholar took out an incense burner from the back room, poured out the copper plates and silver in it, and showed him: "The red one and the yellow one are three cents of silver and six cents of silver. Look at it I have a huge piece in my hand, and it's not worth the half of the foot ingot."

Lin Zhu lived his life carefully, now he took out the scale and calculated his savings together with the new ingot, which happened to be worth two taels.

Although these two taels of silver can't buy a full-grown pig for the New Year's festival, it's just right to hold two piglets, and maybe I can buy something else with more.

Xie Xuechen saw it and said nothing.

This mortal doesn't know the seriousness of the matter, it's just funny.

He is the young master of Wangshidu, and even the Demon Lord who was exterminated by the immortals of the ten directions.

The scholar saved his life, and begging the emperor in the world is not considered an invitation for credit.

He saw him tangling up a few ounces of silver to earn a living, carefully watching the fineness of the silver under the lamp, like a black dragon falling into a deep pool, watching a carp wagging its tail with cold eyes.

There are more worthy concerns at the moment.

Although the night light was off, Xie Xuechen could clearly see his qi, blood, muscles and bones, and even the eight extraordinary meridians.

When he fell down Yunbo Cliff, it was obvious that his heart and lungs were exhausted, even the bones of his chest were exposed.

But it is not known whether it was because of a vision shining on the Fenxuehe River, or because the golden elixir of his spiritual marrow had not been removed, but now only ten days have passed, and most of the wounds on his body have healed.

According to this speed, if he can live on food and clothing, meditate quietly, within three years, no, even faster, in just two years, he can regain all kinds of power!

Mozun calmed down and returned to Little Zhou Tian, ​​and could even see his broken meridians reconnecting with luck, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Then was suddenly interrupted.

"Goo."

He slept on the couch, and the scholar set up a bamboo bed to sleep not far away.

It was quiet at night, and the roar of my stomach was very clear.

Mozun pretended nothing happened, continued to raise his spirits and concentrate, and practiced again.

"Goo-goo."

"..."

Lin Zhu laughed wildly with his face stuffed into the pillow, knew in the dark that this guy was glaring at people again, got up to light the oil lamp after laughing, and fumbled out a small bag of fried rice.

"This is my baby, save some food."

It's golden, it smells sweet, warm and bright, very gratifying.

Xie Xuechen took the small cloth bag, opened it, squeezed a pinch, and put it in his nose to smell.

"Haven't you eaten it? This is glutinous rice that has been fried and dried." Lin Zhu looked at him with his chin propped up: "After eating, I blow on the lamp to sleep, and when I'm thirsty, I go to scoop up water."

Xie Xuechen just sniffed it again, tied up the fried rice cloth bag and put it back.

Then he dipped his hand into the cold tea and wrote three words on the table.

"You hungry?"

"I'm used to being hungry." Lin Zhu blew on the lamp and said in a warm voice, "Go to sleep, I have to go to the market tomorrow morning."

There was a long cry outside the window, and Xie Xuechen turned over, still refusing to show his back.

He is habitually wary of everything, and he is also used to seeing everyone.

But the person who saved him seemed smart and also stupid.

The grace of saving life should naturally be reciprocated.

If it is someone else, maybe they will have a long life and fame, or a beautiful marriage.

But Xie Xuechen knew clearly that even if the scholar knew his true identity, he might still want two pigs.

Maybe a few more acres of land, buffalo laying hens, so enough.

The house is not big.When he staggered through the inner room, he clearly saw the old and wrinkled scrolls and scriptures, the old ink stains on the sleeves, and the surrounding areas were washed and faded.

As a scholar in the world, when life becomes shabby and poor, it seems that all the calmness and elegance are blown away.

He went into exile in the farmhouse, destitute and weak, and he really became a fellow with him.

In the fifth watch, as soon as the clapper rang twice, Lin Zhu sat up abruptly.

Not only did he sit up, but he was also beaming, as if he was about to sit up for the New Year, his whole body was glowing.

Xie Xuechen slept very lightly, and when he had a movement instinct, he got up and saw him get up and change his clothes full of vigor.

"Brother, let's go! Let's go to the market!"

For the latter, such a good thing can be regarded as waiting for a thousand years, Lin Zhu's eyes are shining when he thinks that adding two new piglets to the family will bring him one step closer to consummation.

It's just before dawn, but you can see small figures gathering in the same direction in the dim blue sky, pushing carts and driving donkeys.

The scholar stepped forward with a blade of grass in his mouth, and the Mozun followed behind with a low voice.

He found that his consciousness was becoming clearer and clearer.

Not only can he grasp his own breathing pulse, but he can also immediately recognize whether there is any difference in the surrounding breath, and his ears can gradually hear the subtle sounds of animals.

The market is simple and noisy, and it is full of familiarity everywhere.

A woman steamed a basket of white steamed buns and hawked them loudly, and a peddler peddled them with floral cloth heads.

Lin Zhu was afraid that he would not be able to walk, so he took him to the pig cage with his arms in one hand, and squatted down to watch the seven or eight piglets humming wildly in the bamboo cage.

His smiling eyes were crooked. At this moment, the early sun was rising, and his whole body was covered with a layer of warmth.

Xie Xuechen originally hid his sleeves to avoid the smell, but when he saw him squatting there watching, he walked over after a long time, bent over and took a few glances.

It's been a long time since I ate roast suckling pig.

"Look, this is a pig from Yanji, with thick skin."

He stretched out his hand and said briskly: "That's a pig from Liang Yong, with short legs."

The peddler next to him laughed loudly: "Master Ke looks like a scholar, and a pig is a pig. How can you tell the north and the south?"

"This one, look at this one." Lin Zhu got up and picked another pig with a pigtail, and said with a smile, "The snout is so short, maybe it's not from Yuzhou?"

"It's amazing! The little one is really from Yuzhou!" The peddler repeatedly cupped his hands: "It's written in the sage's book that he recognizes pigs?"

"Where, it's just idle books."

Mozun paid attention to distinguishing different breath pulses, seeing that Lin Zhu had already carried a round-bellied pig out of the cage, he reached out to stop it.

This qi is weak and gossamer, and the blood in the abdomen is congested, so it can't live for a few days.

He pressed Lin Zhu's wrist, and pointed at the other.

That one nestled in the corner of the cage and slept soundly, no matter how much it yelled and came and went from the side of the road, it didn't respond.

Looking at the lean and less meaty, there are not many other festive ones.

"Do you like this?" Lin Zhu bargained in a low voice: "Then turn around and you will take the pigsty."

"..."

"Just kidding," the scholar said blatantly, "The bamboo and wood are too heavy for me to move, so I still have to trouble you."

Mozun sighed, and fished out the pig from the corner.

The latter shuddered and stomped a few times. He wanted to bite someone, but when he felt the murderous aura, he immediately became calm and raised his hooves without moving.

"Why do you feel a little wilted..." Lin Zhu fiddled with it twice, and then said: "There are two piebald spots on the back, so let's call it Erbing."

A boar and a sow were selected, and they were named Shunzi.

The two asked the swineherd for a thin rod, and drove the pig back like a dog.

When passing by the bird stall, Xie Xuechen stopped again.

He never seemed to have eaten goose eggs.

Not eating meat for ten days, and cultivating internal strength is exhausting, so he wondered if he could take it home and stew it.

This egg looks so big...

"There's a little money left, do you want to buy this?" Lin Zhu stopped aside and thought, "You may not be able to hatch if you take it back."

"The old hen at home recognizes eggs. Last time I stuffed two duck eggs, she pulled them all out."

Xie Xuechen raised his hand to caress, and put a warming spell on it.

These are the most common incantations he learned when he was young.

If it is used normally, it will not move as if it is nothing when entering the ice sea or the raging fire.

Now the skill is greatly damaged, just enough to put on two eggs.

This egg is enough to hatch a live goose, and the cycle repeats itself.

Mozun's movements remained unchanged, thinking about the advancement and retreat of his own skills, and began to think about the overall situation in the future.

Lin Zhu coughed lightly: "Auntie is staring at you, don't touch it."

He took out the copper plate, wrapped it in sackcloth and handed it to Xie Xuechen's arms.

"Give it to you, be careful not to stink."

One person held the eggs, the other drove the pigs, and walked slowly along the field ridges facing the rising sun.

Xie Xuechen walked behind Lin Zhu, looked at his thin back, and recalled the thought of last night.

He found that his worries were always so small that they didn't seem like problems at all.

Worry about whether the hen hatches eggs, worry about whether the rice tank is enough for the pot.

But staying with this person for a while longer seems to make the world smaller.

The small ones only have a few rows of green vegetables, a tank of well water, and a small jar of pickled melons.

In this way, the things worth caring about are just trivial and busy, and everything becomes simple and clean.

He gradually didn't mind staying by his side for a long time.

The author has something to say: This time I wrote this article, it was a slap in the face, it hurts so much _(:з"∠)_;

It is said that it is no longer double-opening, but in fact it also needs self-healing. It would be even better if you can write farming articles to relax your mind and improve your writing skills.

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Thank you for liking-I wish everyone a meal with meat and eggs——