Mozun is forced to farm

provocative.

This is definitely provocative.

Lin Zhu wiped away the water marks with a slap, and suddenly blessed his soul.

"I'll tell you not to be happy."

Xie Xuechen:?

"You see you have a stern face every day, and your brows are still wrinkled. This name is so apt." Lin Zhu turned back and said, "I'm not happy that you eat slowly, I'll wash the dishes first!"

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry, not giving others a chance to overturn the table.

Mozun was happy to mention a new name, but Dad didn't think his blood pressure went up.

Go to hell.

The roof of the pig house lacked wood, so the scholar brought straw and mud to paint the walls in the afternoon, and asked him to go to the dense forest in the back mountain to chop some wood and come back.

Xie Xuechen still didn't bring a hatchet when he went out, and went to Qingyan Mountain alone.

When I entered the mountain last time, my heart was ashamed, and today I am still ashamed.

Can't get better.

As soon as the man walked into the forest, all the birds were silent, and the dragonflies hurriedly turned around and flew away.

The murderous aura on his body is too strong, and living creatures with spirituality will instinctively back away a little.

The Mozun didn't look for prey, reached out and picked a large mulberry leaf, folded it sideways and put it on his lips.

With another luck, there will be a melodious and clear voice playing.

At the beginning, a lynx and bamboo sparrow poked its head rustlingly, and was lured out by this pure and harmless illusion.

Ye Yin is like flying dust in the wind, spreading from one place to the top of the tree by the lake, like a net spread open, and then suddenly tightened in an instant.

There was a cold murderous intent in his eyes, and Ye Yin suddenly turned from brisk and nimble to sharp and sharp, and shot like a poisoned dagger.

There were geese wailing and falling from high places, and there were trapped fish jumping to the bank by the pool, with blood stains in their eyes.

His interest faded, he loosened his lips abruptly, and then the flock of birds fled wildly, not daring to stay here.

Xie Xuechen walked towards the falling wild goose, still a little erratic.

It was the first time someone had nicknamed him.

And he wasn't really angry.

The two wild geese fluttered and wanted to fly again, and their necks were lifted.

Xie Xuechen glanced at the carp on the bank and ignored them.

Too many thorns, don't eat.

He is now more concerned with a problem.

Why haven't I killed that unlucky scholar yet?

According to his past temperament, all he needed to do was a broken leaf and half a piece of gravel.

Mozun was seriously reflecting on why he wasn't angry yet.

Men must have dignity.

He walked home slowly with two wild geese in his arms, and barely reached a conclusion before entering the door.

It's not that the scholar is too stupid, it's that he is too kind.

Without the cultivation of grandpa watching his grandson mess around, the two pigs and five chickens in this house would have been blasted to pieces long ago.

Lin Zhu was standing on tiptoe on the stool to plaster the wall, when he heard the sound of footsteps and looked back, the big man pushed open the backyard door, carrying two wild geese in his hand.

"Excuse me," he waved his brush, reminding the business: "I'm not happy, where is the wood I want?"

The man threw the goose into the pigpen, turned around and left.

Shunzi Erbing was taking a nap on his belly when he was suddenly pecked on the head and face by a long-necked duck, holding his head and screaming.

Why are you bullying the two of them...

Lin Zhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and got off the stool to help clean up the mess.

Qingyan Mountain is not Lin's mountain, it belongs to the shared resources of four or five nearby villages.

Children often sneak in with bamboo baskets to catch rabbits and pick mushrooms, and woodcutters and drug lords often come and go.

Lin Juren picked up a man half a month ago, and asked a doctor to prescribe a prescription to save his life. The villagers in the village will know about it the next day.

Now Zhenzhuo sees that Xuechen goes up the mountain to look for trees, and he recognizes people on the road at a glance, and greets them warmly.

"Mute! Are you from Lin Juren's family?"

"Do you want to go up the mountain to cut trees? The two of us just happened to be on the way, let's go together!"

Before Xie Xuechen got out of the way, the old man had already stretched out his hand to support him, and stuffed a hot boiled egg into his arms.

"Look at you, you are skinny. You are just fine. From now on, we will all be in the same village, and we will take care of each other."

Xie Xuechen didn't have a grandfather, and had never been treated like a junior, so he was stunned for a moment.

He took the hot egg and moved his left hand to his right, as if holding a stove.

The old man wondered if the mute could be a fool, so he taught him to knock the egg against the tree in front of his face, peel off the broken shell, and reveal the smooth and tender egg white.

"Take a bite! It's not enough for Uncle Zhang, there's another one here!"

Xie Xuechen took a fixed look at him.

This person has no blood relationship with him, let alone any interest relationship.

When they meet, they share half of their own food, even though everyone here is poor.

He wasn't actually hungry, but he watched the old man lower his head and take a bite, biting from the tasteless egg white to the rustling egg yolk inside.

Before I knew it, I took another bite until I finished eating.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat." The old man laughed and his eyes became slits: "It's just right for you to be with Lin Juren. Come on, I'll take you to pick mushrooms. It rained last night, so there must be some ahead."

After turning a few turns, they met another Granny Qin who came to the mountains to pick up bird eggs. The two greeted each other eagerly, and automatically took care of Xie Xuechen like a grandson.

Grandma Qin watched Lin Zhu grow up, and even fed him rice soup when he was a child, and it hurts to mention it.

"The child lost his father and mother at the age of ten. When a person grows up to this age, we persuaded him to save some savings when he was kind-hearted to save others. Fortunately, the Bodhisattva blessed you and brought you back to life."

"That's right," old man Zhang replied, "Many people died in the flood ten years ago. His younger sister seems to be only five years old, so she'll be gone if she doesn't."

"Amitabha, what a sin."

When the flood broke out, dozens of families lost their children in a blink of an eye, and more than a dozen children lost their parents in a blink of an eye.

All the villages are so poor that they can’t get rid of the pot. You save a mouthful and I tighten my belt. In the end, I forcefully feed several of them. Watching them grow up day by day, the married ones study and study.

Yuanbao Village is poor and weak. In the past hundred years, there has been a Juren like Lin Zhu who grew up eating a lot of food. Everyone has a bright face and regards him as a big treasure.

Xie Xuechen acquiesced that he was dumb, and followed the two old men to pick mushrooms, and suddenly another sweet corn was stuffed in his arms.

It was the first time he heard other people talking about Lin Zhu, and he was inexplicably envious.

When the old people talked about Linzhu, they loved and praised it, as if they had endless good things to say.

That strange emotion seems to be called love.

They have much love to send him.

The eggs and corn in Xie Xuechen's hands were all stained with a little bit of love lingering around this person.

But even such an insignificant little bit was so strange that he panicked.

It seems that I did something wrong to get this egg.

He couldn't help but want to avoid such kindness, but he couldn't dodge it until he sent the old man down the mountain all the way.

"Goodbye, young man!" The old lady waved her hand and said, "Remember to wash your clothes when you get home, the rubbing is all dust!"

The two old people went away one after another, but Xie Xuechen was still standing there watching.

He remembered something and blew a whistle.

Dozens of trees snapped off their branches and leaves, and were split and broken by the invisible magic hand, and all of them flew into the air.

Then they flew to the stone wall in the backyard with the bewildered squirrels, and piled them up into a perfect triangle with three equal sides.

Xie Xuechen blew again, and three more logs flew over, split themselves into split firewood, and fell into the scholar's courtyard like rain.

After being so busy, he shouldn't have to work for a month.

He wanted to show off, but the backyard was pitch black, even the rumble of dozens of logs did not attract the people in front.

Mozun seriously considered the necessity of showing off.

No, this mortal must be made to kneel and submit to his divine power.

He strode towards the front yard, where Lin Zhu was kneeling on the ground knocking the stakes.

"I'm not happy that you are here," the scholar stepped aside with a smile: "Look what I have prepared!"

"Dangdang, a swing!"

Xie Xuechen: "..."

He circled the swing and expressed his satisfaction.

"I heard you moving things in the backyard just now, it must be very hard,"

Wait a minute, I didn't move it by myself...

"You rest first, I haven't studied for a few days, and I have to spend some oil lamps at night." Lin Zhu patted his shoulder and brought him a glass of water: "Don't wait for me to sleep at night, I may be in the study if I feel sleepy." sleep."

The man opened his eyes wide and tried to stop him, but the latter had already run away and disappeared.

At this moment, everything is quiet, the study room is lit, the front yard is pitch black, and it looks cold and lonely under the moonlight.

Mozun thought about it, and felt that this was not bad, so he sat on the swing in the dark.

No one is watching him, no one is judging him.

It's okay to be free and play on the swing for a while.

At first I just sat in a daze, I don't know when it started to dangle.

There was no wind tonight, and when he frowned, a strong wind pushed up from his back, swaying higher and higher.

How can it be so fun to shake and push for a moment?

He couldn't help laughing.

Lin Zhu was writing a post in his study, holding his breath as he wrote a scribble, when he heard the sound of the ground being smashed.

"Hey?!"

He threw the pen and rushed out, and saw the big man fly into the vegetable bed, and the swing frame collapsed to the ground.

Mozun stood up with a dark face.

"My pot!!" Lin Zhu rushed back to get the hammer and long nails: "I didn't fix it, are you injured!!"

Running back again, the swing has been restored.

Not only has it been repaired intact, but ten deep wooden wedges have been added to the side, so that the swing will not be stretched even in typhoons.

Lin Zhu suddenly came to his senses, and said in a daze, "You...know magic?"

He had guessed something a long time ago, but he thought it was absurd and didn't think deeply about it.

Until this moment, no matter how slow you are, you should react.

Xie Xuechen was very satisfied with his surprised expression, a flame ignited in the palm of his hand, and his eyes were shining in the dark night.

Mortals, do you understand your position?

Lin Zhu was stunned for a long time like a stone statue, and then ran back when he came back to his senses.

Scared?

The man smiled mockingly after victory.

He finally saw that the fear and cowardice he should have had was only because of such a small amount of fire.

The scholar ran back quickly, holding a mud ball from nowhere in his hand.

His eyes were red again, and his voice trembled.

"You can restore the swing, can you restore this?"

"This is a picture my sister drew for me."

"She learned to hold a pen on the first day, and she drew our family. The next day, there was a flood."

"I can hardly remember what she looks like."

Xie Xuechen frowned at him, and finally took over the rotten paper ball that had been stored for ten years.

He lowered his head and broke the ball of paper. The latter was already decayed, and when he broke it, there was a musty smell.

But Mozun just pressed the ball of paper with two fingers, and wiped it to the side like a picture scroll.

The ball of paper began to travel back in time.

Mildew dissipates, wet marks dry out, and all creases and folds come to life and begin to shrink spontaneously.

The color of the paint floated back to the paper, and the dots were drawn crookedly, as if a child was scribbling again.

The four of them were holding hands, and there was a big smile under the sesame-sized eyes.

Lin Zhu saw the loss of color from the side, and burst into tears when he picked up the undamaged drawing paper again.

He breathed heavily and hugged the man tightly.

"Thank you," he sniffed, and his voice was blocked: "Thank you——I, I don't know what to say, I never dreamed of it."

Finally, a deep and pleasant voice came from the side of my ear.

"you are welcome."

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