By the soft water river.

At this time, it was three o'clock in the sun, close to noon, and the scorching sunlight shone on the earth, twisting the dozens of acres of crisscrossing spiritual fields along the Roushui River. Not far away, the rolling curves of Qingniu Mountain could not be seen clearly.
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On the river bank, many naked young and old men jumped into the cool soft water one after another. Women in the upper reaches were bent over washing clothes.

While chatting about family affairs, he secretly looked downstream and burst into laughter from time to time.

Tian Xiaobao sat dejectedly on the two acres of his spiritual field and sighed.

I glanced at the large area of ​​uncut spiritual rice and felt that my legs were shaking. Coupled with the hot weather, it was even more disappointing.

When will these bad days end!

At the end of the field ridge is a big tree with two people hugging each other. Under the tree, there is a thin, dark-skinned old man sitting on a big stone to enjoy the cool air.

He glanced at the listless Tian Xiaobao, chuckled, exposed his black and yellow front teeth, and said loudly: "Xiaobao, you brat, you have to work harder. I guess the grain collectors will be here in three days.

If you don’t hurry up, you won’t have any money to spend this year.”

Tian Xiaobao took a look at Lingdao, who had his head lowered. He was just like himself, thin and short.

On the other hand, the spiritual rice from Lao Caitou's house next door is all plump. This old Caitou, relying on his age, has reached the third level of Qi training and has mastered the Xiao Lingyu Jue.

Give your own spiritual rice a burst of rain every three days. Otherwise, how could a bad old man like him grow such good spiritual rice and still make sarcastic remarks here.

Seeing that Tian Xiaobao was unwilling to pay attention to him, Lao Caitou took a sip of water from the water bottle and smashed it in his mouth several times.

While sighing at the clear and sweet ice-cold mountain spring water in the Bingling Pot, he shook his head and said to Tian Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, it's very hot now. Don't sit there. Come and enjoy the cool under the tree, have lunch, and sleep."

After a sleep, I will try to finish harvesting these three portions of spiritual rice in the afternoon.

Your little body, which is at the first level of qi training, cannot withstand such a torment."

"I know!" Tian Xiaobao cheered up and got up from the ground, patted the soil on his butt, and walked to the tree where Lao Caitou was.

He took out a green cloth package from the shade behind the stone, took out a gourd filled with water and a hard piece of flatbread. First he drank two mouthfuls of it, and then took a bite of the flatbread.

But his eyes were fixed on the few foods in front of Lao Caitou, not to mention the ice-cold mountain spring water in the Bingling Pot that cost more than a dozen spiritual stones.

Just that small bowl of pork jerky makes my mouth water and salivate, not to mention there are several kinds of exquisite pickles.

"You old man, who has no children, no wife, and no one, knows how to enjoy it. Hurry up and let me have a taste of this ice-cold mountain spring water."

This thing is a good thing to cool off the summer heat. There are more than 560 spiritual farmers in Roushui Town, but few of them are willing to buy a handful of this luxurious thing.

Lao Caitou squinted his eyes and smiled, "You bastard gadget, you still dare to call yourself young master. Aren't you also a little orphan who lives alone? You can buy it too."

As he spoke, he handed the Ice Spirit Pot in Tian Xiaobao's hand, "Don't drink too much, just five sips, no, three sips!"

"Young master, I'm only fourteen years old?! Where can I get the money to buy these things? I can't save enough money to marry a wife."

Tian Xiaobao didn't care, he dexterously grabbed the Ice Spirit Pot, drank it down, and burped happily.

I lowered my head and found that Lao Cai's head was black and cracked, and his dirty hands covered with soil were holding a piece of black bacon jerky.

Tian Xiaobao, who has been in this world for 8 years, has long been no longer taboo about hygiene. He quickly grabbed it, put it on his nose, and sniffed it fiercely. He moaned with satisfaction like a drug addict.

Lao Caitou was laughing on the side.

It has been 8 years since Tian Xiaobao came to this world. 8 years ago, he traveled to a 6-year-old child named Tian Xiaobao with the same name.

I originally thought that in this world where everyone is cultivating immortality, a new life is about to begin. From then on, I will travel across other worlds and reach the pinnacle of life.

It turns out that he just traveled through time to the family of an old widower farmer in Roushui Town, and he was also an orphan.

Not a royal family, not a cultivating family, nor a hidden family! Just an ordinary farmer.

Tian Xiaobao wanted to cry but had no tears. His plan to conquer the other world died before he could succeed and has been shelved ever since.

Fortunately, his father, Tian Dashan, took good care of Tian Xiaobao and never lacked food or clothing.

Tian Dashan is also a well-known diligent farmer in Roushui Town. In addition, although Tian Dashan is only at the third level of Qi training, he is extremely skilled in the Little Spirit Rain Technique and the Fertile Earth Technique.

Relying on these two skills to irrigate the fertile soil for spiritual farmers in the town, they earned a lot of spiritual stones.

When Tian Xiaobao was twelve years old, Tian Dashan spent half his life's savings and bought a small shop along the street in Roushui Town.

Prepare to start a business selling spiritual seeds. Tian Xiaobao thought that he would live a prosperous life without worries about food and clothing, but the good times did not last long. On his way to the next town to buy goods, Tian Dashan was attacked by the monster in Qingniu Mountain.

Tian Dashan, who only knew two planting spells, could not be the opponent of the monster, so he died, leaving Tian Xiaobao alone to survive in the world.

Tian Xiaobao, who was only twelve years old, relied on the little savings left by Tian Dashan to stumble to the age of 14.

The store didn't open, so it just stood there abandoned. Fortunately, this store along the street is for both commercial and residential purposes, with a storefront in the front and a small courtyard with two wing rooms in the back.

Tian Xiaobao will not be reduced to having no fixed place to live.

It stands to reason that Tian Xiaobao is a modern soul who has traveled through time. According to the novels he read in his previous life, he must invent something to shock the world. Unfortunately, dreams are full, but reality is skinny.

This fairy world is more complete than I imagined. Fairy arts have been integrated into every aspect of people's lives. For example, the Ice Spirit Pot that Lao Caitou carries with him is a miniature refrigerator, isn't it?

Even the transportation methods are magical and advanced than modern life.

Tian Xiaobao once went to Duobao Pavilion in the center of the town. He heard that it was the branch of the big shops that opened in the sixteen states of Yanyun, but they can be found in every bigger town.

Roushui Town was opened here because it is backed by Qingniu Mountain and has a lot of cultivation resources.

In the Duobao Pavilion, there is a magical paper crane. By casting a spell, it can grow to a size of two feet in the wind. If you put a spiritual stone in the eye of the paper crane, it can fly. Not to mention whether it can ride on people.

It’s not a problem to carry hundreds of kilograms of spiritual rice.

Tian Xiaobao is really greedy. This is not as majestic as a Mercedes Benz or a BMW? But when you look at the price, what a good guy, one thousand spiritual stones.

Even if I sell myself, I can’t even afford a small paper crane.

The camera turned back to the fields. Tian Xiaobao used a piece of pork jerky given by Lao Caitou and some pickles left by Lao Caitou to wolf down the hard flatbread.
Chapter completed!