In the north of Luoxian Town, there is a large ginkgo tree. There is an alley near the ginkgo tree called Gongsun Lane. If there are people in Luoxian Town, it must be Mr. Gongsun Lane. No one knows what the old man is called. He only knows that no matter how old the people in the village are, they are called Mr. Jiu. No one knows how old the old man is, because the old man has passed away, and only the old man is still strong.

The old man lives alone. People in the town said that the old man and his grandchildren had left, but the old man was unwilling to leave. He said that the fallen leaves returned to their roots. If they went outside, the roots would be gone and people would not be able to survive. This is also the idea of ​​most people in the town, because except for the old man's family, no one in the town has ever heard of anyone going out.

The old man is not short of money. There are often outsiders who send money to the old man, saying that it was sent by his children and grandchildren outside the old man, but he has never seen anyone before, so the old man doesn't care. Every day, he brings a small teapot, sits under the ginkgo tree and smokes a pot of cigarettes.

Luoxian Town is very remote. People who are fart to the town have hardly walked out of the town. In the town, they fart the east and smell it in the west. The small town means nothing new. If anyone has a wife quarrels, they will know the whole town within a short time. In this town, if you want to hear new stories, only Jiu Ye has them. They are old and have family members working outside, so the old man’s story has never stopped. People in the town, no matter how old or young, will see the old man sitting under the old ginkgo and it happens to be fine, and they will move a stone and ask the old man to tell something new. Of course, under normal circumstances, only children can let the old man speak.

The town is too small and too poor. The villagers often barter. The whole town has no bookstore, so there are no scholars to teach and ask, and there are not many literate people in the town. Jiu Ye is literate. There are rumors in the town that Jiu Ye was a scholar before and was very powerful. Jiu Ye didn’t open a school. Of course, even if it was opened, there might not be people willing to spend money to let their children learn. However, Jiu Ye likes to teach children some words when telling stories. The reason why the rude people in the town know how to read is mostly due to Jiu Ye’s credit, so when the children are free, they pester Jiu Ye and listen to the stories, so the adults will let them go, which leads to most people in the town who grow up listening to Jiu Ye’s stories.

Jiu Ye’s story is bizarre, so many people think that the old man is a good person. He likes to ask the old man for help in any evil things at home. The old man usually doesn’t care about it, unless he feels in a good mood, he will give some advice. However, it is not Fu Shui or something in his story. Most of them are common herbs in the village and can be found in the town’s pharmacies. Even if nothing special has happened, Jiu Ye’s status in the hearts of the villagers has never declined.

"In the distant legend, so far away that it exists only in the stories of the old people, demons were rampant in the world. In a village with only a hundred households, one day, the ox in the village turned over, the earth was trembling within a hundred miles, and the continuous mountains were trembling, the earth was cracked, and some hills were cracked in half, a black hole emerged from the ground, and a single horned tiger emerged from the black hole. What a man, he opened his mouth and exhaled, and a mountain was blown away." The weather was good today, and Jiu Ye told a story under the old ginkgo, and there were a group of children sitting around him.

"This monster who doesn't know anything, just now appeared and blew away a mountain. When he looked down, he saw the villagers who were so scared that he couldn't run. What a guy, his big eyes were like two big fireballs, and he was scary. The monster sucked so deeply, and the wind was blowing. Several people didn't pay attention and were sucked into their mouths. The monster didn't chew, and the whole person went into their stomachs. Suck..." Master Jiu was excited and took a breath at a fat man of four or five years old. The fat man who was already scared sat on the ground, which made Master Jiu laugh. Then he took a sip of tea and continued to tell his story.

"It's strange that the monster sucked people, and everyone was sucked into his stomach. But except for people, nothing else was fine, and there were not many leaves falling. As the people in the village were about to enter his stomach, a white light flashed. The villagers saw an old Taoist dressed in zither, holding a long sword in his hand. The sword light flashed and a 'ichi' sound was chanted. The monster was beaten to a big blow..."

Lu Yangsheng drank cold water early in the morning and carried a small basket to the mountain. In autumn, there were a lot of wild goods in the mountains, and wild fruits could fill their stomachs. It was winter soon. Once the snow was blocked, there was no way to dig herbs for money. He could not hunt, so he could only put down a condom to fight for luck. He could not catch small fish even if the stream freezes. Once the luck was bad, it would be all over. So now we must hurry up and dig some herbs back in exchange for food and thick clothes for winter, otherwise it would be difficult to survive this winter.

The door that Lu Yangshengtian had not yet opened was absent-minded along the way. He saw wild fruits and stuffed them into his mouth. It was very sour, but Lu Yangsheng didn't feel anything at all, and was stuffed with sour fruits.

Today, I was lucky. Not long after I entered the deep mountains, Lu Yangsheng found a Ganoderma lucidum under an old tree. When Lu Yangsheng first saw Ganoderma lucidum, he didn't expect that he would have such good luck. This road is the only way to go up the mountain. Other roads into the mountain are Laoshan. Since the accident happened to his parents, few people in the town have gone to Laoshan. Except for the poor who were forced to take the opportunity to go to Laoshan, they will risk going to Laoshan to try their luck. If the family is not really unable to expose the blame, no one will go. The usual expenses in the town are usually the mountain that comes to the mountain, and the income will be much smaller. However, after the management of ancestors for generations, almost nothing happened. But this old path that people often follow has produced a Ganoderma lucidum and was picked by him. This is simply not something that can be described as shit luck. The confusing thought flashed away, but the speed in his hands was not slow. Although it was just a fresh lucidum, it was still worth a little money to go to the pharmacy.

Lu Yangsheng carefully wrapped Ganoderma lucidum in his arms, for fear of hurting his appearance and ruining the price. The money for selling Ganoderma lucidum is enough for him to spend half a winter.

Just when Lu Yangsheng had just put the Ganoderma lucidum, a severe pain suddenly came from his abdomen. Lu Yangsheng carefully squatted down and took out the newly put Ganoderma lucidum and put it in the backpack. Then he covered his stomach and lay on the ground, clenched his fists hard, and did not dare to roll, as his clothes would become dirty.

The severe pain came and went quickly. After the pain stopped, Lu Yangsheng recovered. His whole body was wet, like a rain. The severe pain almost took away Lu Yangsheng's strength. Today it seemed that he could not enter the mountain. Lu Yangsheng took a look at Ganoderma lucidum, made up his mind, and began to go home step by step. Today I was careless, which was a bad stomach. Since he was sick and let his mother get hungry for a day, he has been very careful not to get sick. Unexpectedly, he was careless today and ate his stomach. He was not lucky, and Lu Yangsheng always knew.

When Lu Yangsheng finally got under the old ginkgo tree, it was almost noon. He wanted to rest under the old ginkgo tree for a while, but he saw Jiu Ye telling a story. If it were the past, Lu Yangsheng would definitely stay and listen for a while, not just for the story, but also the words that Jiu Ye taught the children on the ground. Lu Yangsheng did not dare to get close to the crowd and could not hear the stories of Jiu Ye very much, but Lu Yangsheng would not fall for the words that Jiu Ye taught him as long as he met them, but today it was not possible. Lu Yangsheng glanced at the old ginkgo tree and planned to go around from afar.

"The tiger with a one-horned horn..." After hearing this, Lu Yangsheng was stunned for a moment, and felt like he was stabbed by something in his heart. He slowly turned his head and unconsciously walked towards Gongsun Jiuye. A voice told him that Jiuye's story was useful to him.

In this world, there are really people who have nothing to do, so they can only believe that Piaomiao intuition can help them.

Chapter completed!