The sun breaks through the clouds and pours down, and the rooster crows instantly.
The chaotic coldness was dispersed, and the sound of pots and pans shaking could be heard in the village.
The day of work was about to begin again.
The industrious mother-in-law had gone to the kitchen to make breakfast before the whole family had woken up.
Now that the whole family was awake, it was time to eat.
As for the old Zhou family, the person who made breakfast was not Changli's mother, Ms.
Wang Fang, but Changli's eldest sister, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.
In addition to preparing breakfast, she is basically responsible for all the housework at home.
Even if it is not the busy farming season, she is still very busy.
Tuesday Ya, who is only one year younger than her, is also about the same.
She can do almost the same things that her sister can do.
Did it too.
These two sisters are the most disliked people in this family, because sooner or later they will belong to someone else's family.
Even if they are asked to live a good life now, it is of no use.
It is better to ask them to do more work and marry someone else in the future.
Home will not be disliked.
The girls of Lao Zhou's family have always been like this.
They are the same as other families in the village, but they don't do it so obviously.
Even when they call their daughters, they always say: "I'm doing this for your own good."
Your husband's family will look up to you if you do some work."
In fact, for a girl, it is secondary whether her husband's family thinks highly of her, but whether she thinks highly of herself or not is the most important thing.
On this day, Zhou Daya got up early, cooked, swept the floor, cut grass, and fed the pigs.
She quickly handled most of the housework that needed to be done, while Zhou Daya followed her sister to help.
Even though the sun was shining down and there was a slight warmth, the early morning fog still hit people's faces, making people unable to help but get goosebumps.
Zhou Daya yawned and talked to her sister: "Sister, what are you going to eat this morning?"
This year's harvest is not good, and it looks like they will have to tighten their belts again next year, so the old lady of the Zhou family is even more miserly in providing food: "Eat the sweet potatoes to make them sticky."
Probably because she is afraid that the people who work will not have enough energy, so today's breakfast Not bad.
Just as Zhou Ya was about to express her feelings about being able to eat almost full today, she saw another person walking out of the house.
He looked about four or five years old and looked not tall.
Zhou Ya knew who it was as soon as he saw it.
She brought him He asked leisurely: "Where are you going?"
Changli: "Go to the back mountain."
After saying that, he paused and added, "There is no need to leave breakfast for me."
"And walked forward again.
Tuesday Ya curled her lips: "Sister, do you think Si'er broke his brain this time?"
Zhou Daya: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and feed the chickens, otherwise you will be scolded when the milk comes up."
Tuesday Ya went to feed the chickens angrily.
To be honest, Changli didn't feel much about his family this time.
He was not much better or worse.
In the end, whether he was living well or not was not up to them.
Even though it was autumn harvest time, the sun was still very hot, but the back mountain in the early morning was still very cool.
Of course, this had no impact on Changli.
He casually found a big rock and sat down.
He touched his stomach, which was still full of water and rice, and murmured: "A little hungry."
As soon as he finished speaking, a smooth yellow man came over with a chicken in his mouth.
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This chicken is colorful and not too fat.
It looks hungry at first glance.
When the weather is bad, not only people are having a hard time, but also the animals in the mountains and forests are having a hard time.
The yellow-skinned man put the chicken in front of Changli, then sat down on the ground, looking at Changli eagerly, his smart little eyes full of pleading.
There was nothing strange about Chang Li's expression, and he said in a calm tone: "Go."
Although he didn't get any promise, Huang Pizi didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he turned around and left.
It was the guy who offended Changli last night.
Although spiritual wisdom has been developed, it has obviously not reached the level of a human being.
The reason why he sent a chicken here was not because he understood Changli's words, but because he used the chicken to beg for mercy from Changli.
The blood of the pheasant whose neck was bitten off dripped all the way, and when it fell at Chang Li's feet, it had already expired.
Chang Li sighed softly.
In his current situation, there was nothing he could do.
If he wanted to cook the chicken by himself, he didn't want to do it.
But if he brought it back to the Zhou family, he would just I was afraid that what would end up in his mouth would not even be a chicken paw.
He was a little melancholy: "It would be great if I could have a cook."
He missed the extravagant life of the interstellar era.
The moment he finished speaking, an ouch appeared not far away.
Changli looked over and saw a skinny little boy lying on the ground.
He was holding a small sickle in his hand and on his back.
He was carrying a small grass basket on his back.
He tripped over the vines and fell, and the few herbs in the grass fell out.
He glanced at the bloody chicken in front of Chang Li, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he couldn't help but swallow the saliva.
He had already imagined what the chicken would look like after being stewed into soup, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the freshness.
Fragrant smell.
Changli glanced at the child, and then asked him: "Can you do it?"
This kid holds a sickle in his left hand and a basket in his right hand.
He looks like a little Chinese master.
He seems to be a good housekeeper and his cooking skills are worth looking forward to.
After hearing Chang Li's question, the child was obviously stunned for a moment.
He climbed up from the ground smoothly, then walked closer, looked at the poor chicken, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "I can."
Chang Li glanced at the weathered sickle, and then said to the little boy: "You finish it, and I will give you half.
By the way, I want to eat roast chicken."
Under the current conditions, there is nothing but roast chicken. choice.
The child didn't expect that he had a weapon that could snatch the chicken directly.
He looked at Changli hesitantly.
They were not good people, so they rashly contacted the children in the village.
The child who had been living with his grandfather in a thatched hut on the mountain began to hesitate.
Logically speaking, he should refuse it directly, but this chicken was too tempting.
Grandpa's health had not been very good, and it was time for him to take supplements.
In the end, he nodded and agreed.
At this time, Chang Li, who had found a place to sit, found a few fruits from somewhere in his hand and was chewing them with an unkind expression.
Mountain fruits are so sour, and this fruit is no exception.
He couldn't help but exude a little malice: Those birds are too ignorant, looking at it like this, it's better to just stew them.
The child couldn't tell whether it was malicious or not, but his whole body trembled subconsciously.
The hand that was plucking the hair was not able to pull it out correctly, and he almost tore the chicken head off alive.
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Chang Li noticed this scene and thought indifferently that he was born with great strength.
Fortunately, the child carried a flint with him, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to light a fire.
When the blazing flames burned, the child looked at the pheasants roasting on the fire and was so excited that he almost cried.
Finally, I can eat meat again.
Chang Li waved the branches boredly, left and right, seemingly without any rules, but in fact, each time he lit up the core of the spiritual energy.
It didn't take long for the spiritual energy in this mountain to become more lively.
Even the children breathed a long sigh of relief and felt much more awake.
The roast chicken took a long time to roast, and the children who had been delayed for a long time also started asking Chang Li some questions: "What's your name?"
Chang Li glanced at him: "I don't want to say it."
His voice was lazy, not at all lively like a wild child in the village.
The child was choked by this answer.
He held his breath and said, "I am Lin Zheng."
Changli: "Oh."
Lin Zheng: "Why did you come to the mountains so early?"
The reason why he came so early was to avoid some villagers and collect some herbs for his grandfather.
How could this child, who was three or four years younger than him, come here so early in the morning and be alone.
Changli: "Why should I tell you?"
His voice was still lazy, he was injured, and his overall energy was low.
He didn't like to explain to others, and he didn't want to talk now.
Explaining so much is not a drama about falling in love at first sight.
Lin Zheng: "What are you looking for in the mountains?"
He saw that the child was kind-hearted and thought that he could help a group and form a good relationship.
Changli: "No."
He frowned: "Don't say so much, turn the chicken over quickly, otherwise it won't be cooked properly."
Lin Zheng quickly turned the chicken over and said, "Oh, oh."
When the chicken was roasted, Lin Zhengcai had a feeling that the matter had finally settled.
He gave half of the chicken to Chang Li and said with some guilt: "You promised me that you would share half of the chicken."
Give me the chicken."
In his opinion, if a child in the village accidentally picked up a pheasant, he must take it home and give it to the whole family.
Letting him help deal with it now is taking care of him and showing kindness to him.
Lin Zheng, who was originally from a very good background, started to think rationally.
He thought that if this half chicken could really make his grandfather's situation better, then it would be better to owe him a favor than to regret it in the future.
With this half of the chicken, which had only been roughly processed and could be further processed for soup, Lin Zheng left in a swipe.
Before leaving, he didn't get a single answer from Chang Li.
The chicken was already in his hands, why not?
Consider the answer Eating the tasteless roast chicken, Chang Li's brows turned into water lines with disgust.
He slowly bit into it.
Although his current body was not suitable for eating such meaty food, he couldn't eat anything that was not meaty.
Now I can’t eat it, so I have to make do with it.
As for the Zhou family's breakfast, forget it.
If you eat less, people will say that you can't eat much anyway, so just skip one meal and save the food for adults.
You won't participate in the autumn harvest anyway.
If you eat too much, then there is nothing else to say.
Even a hard whipping by a displeased farm boy will be light.
Anyway, children have strong skin and can be beaten.
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After reluctantly eating half of it, Changli didn't want to eat anymore.
He left the remaining half of the chicken where it was and it would be solved sooner or later.
As for handing it over to make contributions, I don't have the heart to save all sentient beings.
If you want to eat pheasant, just go up to the mountain and hunt it yourself, no one will stop you.
Although his health was still not good, Chang Li still wandered around the mountains at first.
This wandering lasted for more than half an hour.
The children who had eaten and drank enough began to wander around the village, wandering around.
Just turn to the mountain.
After all, it is possible to get some wild fruits to eat on the mountain.
Then, Changli, who didn't like the excitement, saw a little girl who had fallen behind the team and was trying her best to pull out tree roots.
Judging from the scars on her knees, she must have tripped over the tree root before.
The little girl has some flesh on her arms and cheeks.
It seems that her family treats her well.
She is not old, but she is very strong.
She bit her cheek and pulled out the roots of the tree.
It seemed that she would not stop until the roots were pulled out.
Changli's gaze turned to the root of the tree she had pulled out, and his eyes changed: "Wild ginseng."
He found it a bit funny.
Wild ginseng is usually found in deciduous broad-leaved forests, but here it is in the south.
Even if wild ginseng may grow in some places in the south, it will definitely not be in this small mountain village with a hot and humid climate.
An old wild ginseng tree can be pulled out with just one pull.
Chang Li looked at the luck rolling over the little girl's head and wanted to laugh twice.
It is really not easy for a ginseng to grow in this place.
Could it be with Can the radish be used as a personal ginseng if you eat it like this?
The little girl pulled out, pulled out, and pulled out, just like in a tug of war.
With a pop, the wild ginseng was pulled out, and the little girl fell to the ground with a bump on her butt.
She looked at the long thing in her hand, as skinny as a tree root, and stepped on it bitterly: "I told you to mess with me."
The old wild ginseng pulled out in this way is naturally not in perfect condition.
Not to mention all the roots, even the main root has worn skin and exudes a sour smell, just like a radish.
What is the difference between ordinary ginseng and radish?
At least most people have never tried the taste of using ginseng to kill themselves, so it is not that important whether the ginseng is transformed from radish.
Chang Li watched the little girl angrily take the half of the ginseng away, and then slowly walked to the place where there was still a hole.
I really can’t blame some people for thinking that God is partial.
The old root that died in the soil was pulled out by a little kid.
Even after pulling it out, it was still a ginseng that could gain three kilograms of weight even if it was stewed in soup.
This makes me sad.
How can people be peaceful?
Chang Li squatted in the small pit, looking at the pit that had just created huge value.
He didn't find a single ginseng beard inside.
He looked at the empty place and fell into silence.
He seemed to have blended into the mountain forest, turning into a silent rock, inconspicuous, but with a calm aura.
As if he was thinking about the origin of the universe and the core of the world, after a while, his brows frowned tightly.
After a while, he slowly said: Why don't I have this benefit?"
It is said that everyone who sees it has a share.
The little girl took away a wild ginseng.
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He had been looking at it for so long, so he must have gotten some ginseng seeds no matter what.
He looked at the soil under his feet seriously, as if looking at someone, and then the silent land suddenly arched, and was pulled out of the ginseng pit, and another ginseng slowly emerged
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