Chapter 2392 Zilong (1 / 2)

3044 words

26 days ago

Wow wow...!

I don’t know which year,

From the small mountains and forests of the mortal realm, the cry of a baby could be heard.

It was Zhao Yun who was Ying Jie. After many years of becoming a spirit, he had a human form for the first time.

Even with his small appearance, no matter where you look at it, he has nothing to do with the wise and mighty leader of the divine dynasty.

He cried very painfully, his face was full of tears, and his little arms and legs were beating wildly.

There are no wild animals in the mountains,

Otherwise, the first day he takes human form will be his death anniversary.

"Whose child is it?"

Zhao Yun was lucky and was taken away.

That was an old man. He had taken off his linen coat and wrapped him tightly.

What a coincidence, the old man is also named Zhao.

As luck would have it, his grandfather... was the one who was looking for light back then.

He didn't find Guang, but he found a big fat boy instead of his grandson.

"Tiejiang Zhao, where did you steal the child?"

"It was stolen somewhere. I found it in a mountain den."

It was still Wutong Town. As soon as the old man came in, he attracted a group of people.

He has a name, but people in the town still call him Blacksmith Zhao.

Blacksmithing is a craft passed down from our ancestors.

Even though his single lineage passed down to him...he is an absolute descendant. He is over fifty years old and has not found a wife.

"Whose parents are so cruel, they would throw away their children."

"I'm afraid it was because of the chaos of war and lack of food that I threw them into the mountains."

"Tiejiang Zhao is an old bachelor. Doesn't this count as old age getting a son?"

The people who gathered around were all chattering.

But Blacksmith Zhao was grinning from ear to ear. He was getting old, and he had picked up a child for nothing.

in this way

, it is not a shame to the ancestors, at least the craftsmanship can be passed down.

Older people come to have children.

What a doting person.

For this reason, he also carried two kilograms of white flour and specially searched for the old scholars in the town. For no other reason than to give the little guy a good and educated name.

"Your surname is Zhao, so his surname must be Zhao."

"Isn't this nonsense?"

The old scholar put on his face and smoothed his beard with an expression that was quite scholarly.

There were not many literate people in the town, but he was the most knowledgeable.

That's right, most of them don't have enough to eat, so how can they afford to go to private school?

"How about Zilong."

After pondering for a long time, I saw an old scholar who gave me his name.

After that, I didn’t forget to explain, “Zi is an honorific, dragon, a strange beast, which implies rapid success.”

"good."

Blacksmith Zhao grinned and praised again and again.

In fact, even though he didn't know a single word, he seemed to understand it.

However, Zilong's name was easy to pronounce and listen to.

"You're a loser!...You've got two kilograms of white flour, just change your name?"

"Do you know what you know? My son is going to take the first prize next year."

When Tiejiang Zhao walked down the street with his child in his arms, he was often given pointers and lectures.

However, he didn't care.

Although the name is short, it is of great significance. It should follow the child throughout his life. Even if he is laid to rest, it will still be engraved on the tombstone.

His old Zhao family were all rough and rough people, with little education, and their names were chosen casually.

Once the anger returns, the ancestors will not blame him.

As he spoke, he opened the door to his home.

It's a small courtyard, with three or two tiles

There are four or five sycamore trees in the room. At the foot of the wall, there are hoes and shovels. On the other side, there are also a few goats.

The lowing of the cows comes from the backyard, and all the farming depends on them.

In addition, there is a straw shed with a large stove inside.

He's a blacksmith!... He usually works here for decades.

"Come on, baby, let's nurse."

Blacksmith Zhao didn't care about making anything, he hugged little Zhao Yun and sat under the tree.

The milk is goat's milk, pure natural, freshly squeezed...hot.

Mr. Zhao is not picky about food, but he has a big mouth and a good appetite.

When he was feeding, his big eyes were still spinning, looking at the world with curiosity.

Should be robbed into the world.

He has no memory.

Chapter 2392 Zilong (2 / 2)

3044 words

26 days ago

He is just an ignorant little creature.

Wow wow...!

What are you doing when you are full? Cry!

When a child sees his mother, he cries three times for nothing.

Although Blacksmith Zhao is a male, it does not prevent Mr. Zhao from showing off his voice.

"Our family has been making a living by blacksmithing for generations."

"When you grow up, this skill will be passed down to you."

"Your great-grandfather had a stubborn temper. Unless he said there was light in the mountains, he would never find it until his death."

Under the moon, the old blacksmith held the baby in his arms with a smile on his face.

His story was not very vivid, but little Zhao Yun's eyes widened when he heard it.

The first person you meet after entering the world seems to be kind to you.

Blacksmith Zhao was also cautious, doing everything on tiptoe, like a thief, for fear of surprising his son.

This night, the old man didn't sleep well.

That night, his sheep didn’t sleep much either.

good.

What a little baby! You sleep when you eat, cry when you are hungry, but you are not allowed to get up in the middle of the night to express milk.

He finally managed to stay up until dawn, and Wazi warded him off evil spirits again.

Just like that, the old blacksmith was still happy.

For the rest of his life, he has something to do and has to raise this child.

early morning.
To be continued...