In the 259th year of Douluo Li, early spring.

[Shuimu Duchy Kingdom], "Muzhicheng" is 160 miles east of Shanhai Village.

Ling Xiaoshan carried a hoe early in the morning and walked towards the fields west of the village. Before he left the village, he heard a shout behind him:

"Xiaoshan! Xiaoshan-! Come back soon! Your wife is about to give birth to-!"

"What-?" Ling Xiaoshan turned around blankly and looked at Zhang Dahe, the young master and brother-in-law who was running quickly.

"What are you doing--!"

Zhang Dahe grabbed Ling Xiaoshan's arm and ran around the road. While running, he gasped and said, "Let's go quickly, your mother, my mother, and my wife are all serving my sister. My father and your father are boiling water, let me come to you..." (Note 1)

The short-term dirt road in the village was completed in just a few words and they came to the door of Ling Xiaoshan's house.

Before entering the door, Ling Xiaoshan's father Ling Changqing stared at Ling Xiaoshan and scolded:

"Baby! Tell me about you, I have said that I will not go to the field these days, I will be there for you. I will do it in the field. Are you worried, are you?"

"When I was farming, you fucking..."

"Uncle Changqing...Uncle Changqing! Xiaoshan isn't you afraid that you will be tired all the time..."

Zhang Dahe hurriedly stepped forward to stop Ling Changqing, and at the same time winked at Ling Xiaoshan, who was shrunk his head, said quickly: "Xiaoshan, hurry up, go and see how the water is burning-"

"Oh~~" Ling Xiaoshan nodded quickly and ran to the kitchen.

Looking at his son's panicked back, Ling Changqing shook his head helplessly: "This guy..."

"Uncle Changqing~" Zhang Dahe smiled and said in a harmonious voice: "Xiaoshan is only seventeen years old, and it is the first time he is a father. It's normal for me to do this. Didn't I do this the same two years ago-"

Nearly an hour later, with a loud cry, an ordinary little life was added to the ordinary village.

In the soil and stone structure, the house with logs and thatch as the roof, the little life is trying hard to open its eyes. It is obviously a newborn, but his vision is the same as high myopia, but he can clearly see everything in front of him.

The eyes swept over the boy who was holding his own stiffly, and the middle-aged and young women who came over to look at him, the middle-aged and young women who looked at him at the door, and the weak-faced girl on the bed, gently pinched her fist that was sucked in the cradle. A clear fact came to my heart: "Are you born again?"

He closed his eyes tiredly and murmured softly in his heart: "I'm just here, please give me some advice~"

...

A month later, Shanhai Village and Ling Xiaoshan's home.

The little life named Ling Yi in this life slowly woke up from his sleep as the sun rose outside the house.

The black and white eyes turned left and right, and the empty house was in his eyes. When he heard that there was a clear rhythm of water in the courtyard outside the house. There was no other voices besides that. Ling Yi knew that his father, who was under 18 years old, should have gone to the field to farm with his 38-year-old grandfather.

As for the sound of water outside the house, it should be the mother of this life who was washing clothes while washing (Note 2).

Feeling the sensation in the lower abdomen and the hunger in the stomach, Ling Yi skillfully closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The next second, a "wow" scream full of energy spread to the outside of the house.

The sound only lasted for a few breaths before it stopped, but the mother Zhang Xiaoyu outside the house pushed open the wooden door of the house as soon as possible. While walking towards Ling Yi on the bed, she wiped her white hands soaked in water on her waist.

After being changed into diapers, lying in his mother's arms, Ling Yi sucked his own exclusive drink, thinking about what kind of world this is.

In the past month, Ling Yi spent most of the time sleeping, and occasionally waking up, either eating or changing diapers.

During this period, although Ling Yi was sure that it was a world that used the "Yanhuang Common Words" through the words between his father and mother, grandparents, and even the uncle next door. However, what kind of worldview it was still to be explored.

Babies have a very slow time because they have nothing to do, so they can only be dazed.

Babies have a fast time, because they are prone to sleep, and they wake up and come to dusk.

Accompanied by the sunset, Ling Xiaoshan carried a hoe and returned home. He immediately washed his hands and face, stretched out his head to look at his little wife who was busy in the kitchen, and ran into the house and looked at his son on the bed, Ling Yi.

With eyes facing each other, Ling Yi looked at his father, who was still a little green. His face was slightly dark and his skin was slightly rough. His only mouthful of big white teeth and relatively clear eyes showed the elements that he should have at his age.

Ling Xiaoshan, seeing his son looking at him with bright eyes, immediately grinned, bared his teeth, and curled his eyes. The fatigue brought by the day of work seemed to disappear.

Suddenly, Ling Yi paused and looked at the hair above his father's head with some amusement. To be precise, it was a blade of grass between the hair.

As if he noticed Ling Yi's attention, Ling Xiaoshan raised his hand and touched his head, pulled down a blue leaf, shook it in front of Ling Yi, and said happily: "Is Xiaobao reminding his father that there is this blue silver grass leaf on his head?"

‘It’s a blessing that it’s not a green grass…’

Ling Yi rolled his eyes silently, but then he felt like he was ignoring something in his heart.

Next, Ling Xiaoshan teased Ling Yi clumsyly, and Ling Yi cooperated and opened his mouth. In a blink of an eye, he grinned, and in turn made Ling Xiaoshan happy. Both the father and son smiled happily. Until his mother Zhang Xiaoyu said, "It's time to eat!", ending this interaction.

During dinner, Ling Yi lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, resting, restoring the energy he had consumed when he had fun with Ling Xiaoshan.

The couple Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu, who were sitting at the dining table, each had a bowl of white rice, and boiled vegetables in a plate of water, which tasted delicious.

In front of Zhang Xiaoyu, there was a small bowl with a few oil stars floating in it. This fish was caught by Ling Yi's uncle Zhang Dahe in the river several miles away from the village. It was specially sent to supplement nutrition for Zhang Xiaoyu during breastfeeding.

In the past month, as far as Ling Yi knows, Zhang Dahe has only successfully caught two fish. The first time was two small fish the size of a palm, and the second time was only one fish the size of a two-fingered fish had been repeatedly stewed by Zhang Xiaoyu for three days.

I don’t know why it was so difficult to catch a few fish in the era when there were obviously iron tools such as hoes. Ling Yi said it was a bit puzzled.

Although his brain was a little tired, his spirit was a little active. Ling Yi was thinking in his eyes, listening to his father Ling Xiaoshan offering treasures, and he talked about his previous interactions with Ling Yi one by one.

"By the way!"

I saw Ling Xiaoshan take out a blue grass leaf from his arms, stretch it to Zhang Xiaoyu, swaying, and laughing, "Look, Xiaobao just saw this hanging on my head, so he kept watching it, reminding me..."

Looking at the shaking blue in front of him, Zhang Xiaoyu put down the bowl of drinking clean fish soup, pursed his lips, and said in a gentle voice: "Blue Silver Grass? You, when you work..."

On the bed, Ling Yi suddenly opened his eyes, squinted again, and turned to look towards the dining table.
Chapter completed!