"Are you telling the truth?!" Yan Luo looked at Future standing in the audience in disbelief.
Future nodded: "Yeah, I'm dead, why should I lie to you? I did see a man in the Tai Chi pendant. He said that the pendant was made of his ashes, but I don't know the identity of that man.
"
Yan Luo flipped through the book in his hand for comparison, sighed, looked up at the people standing outside the house and said, "If I guessed correctly, the man in the pendant is Hua Mu, Hua Ling's father. It seems that
He loves his daughter so much that he uses his own abilities to create twin pendants that can release a magnetic field to protect Hua Ling."
I don’t quite understand in the future: “Since it is the ashes of one person, in order to protect another person, why is it a twin pendant?”
"This..." Yan Luo frowned because of the rare situation.
Yu Qiuming also walked in and asked, "Is it because my sister looks like a boy and a girl?"
Yan Luo heard Yu Qiuming's guess, thought about it and nodded: "Maybe..."
…
A few years later.
October 1, 1949, the eighth day of the eighth lunar month.
"Here, the People's Republic of China is established!"
.
"Happy birthday, Hua Ling."
"Now you know why I don't want to say anything?"
"Um."
Two crows were circling in the sky, and people were shouting and celebrating.
"Where to go next?"
"Central Plains."
The free bird flies back to the land where it was born thousands of years ago, but what it sees is still the people suffering due to poverty.
At the foot of a mountain, Hua Ling turned into a human form and looked around. Lu Ya fell on his shoulder and looked around.
Hua Ling walked towards a nearby village. There were malnourished people everywhere. The moment Hua Ling walked into the village, they noticed that people who still had some energy gathered around her in twos and threes.
"Sir, please give me some food..."
Hua Ling took out a bag of multigrain cakes from his bag and gave a few pieces to the people around him. When they came to ask for food after not eating enough, he said: "I will let you eat enough, but I need you to do a favor.
"
"Okay, okay, no problem, as long as I give you food!"
Hua Ling pointed to the mountain and the land near the mountain and the village that he saw when he flew down. He turned to the people in front of him and said: "Build a manor with the mountain and the village as the center. Whether it is during construction or after the construction is completed,
I will treat you well, I can guarantee that."
Hua Ling distributed the food to people of all sizes in the village, and used herbs to calm the minds of all those who were delirious due to hunger. After everyone could hear what he said, he repeated his request.
The old village chief had bad legs and feet, so he asked his son to come and see what was going on. His son, who was in his twenties and thirties, was named Li Fangcai. After hearing Hua Ling's request, he wondered why Hua Ling did what he did.
"You just need to know that you can live safely by helping me build this manor. Don't worry about the rest."
Hua Ling spread the prepared planning drawing on the ground for everyone in the village to see, pointing to several places on the drawing: "This area is very suitable for growing crops. Let's get the crops done first; this area is the location of the village. When the time comes, the village will be
I will rest and rest my house, and then build another house at this location for me to live in; this area is the mountain, and I will put some things there. I will talk about it then..."
"Then let's go to open up wasteland first?" A young man in the crowd asked.
Hua Ling nodded: "Yes, sow the seeds after clearing the land, and do other things during the growth period. Once it is completed, it can be done even if there is no natural disaster."
"By the way, we don't know the benefactor's name yet." An aunt held her child in her arms, nodded to the plan, and then looked up at Hua Ling.
"Hua Ling, flowers of flowers, withered zeros." Hua Ling raised his head and glanced at his aunt, then leaned over and tapped the drawings on the ground with the bamboo flute in his hand: "Do you understand everything? Now that you have eaten and drank enough, you can start work.
"
"Okay!" The young men raised their hands and cheered loudly.
The area of land classified as crop land is actually quite large, with an average of about three-fifths of an acre per person in the village.
When Hua Ling made plans for them, he calculated that the reclamation would take about a month or two. In addition, this was a group of people who had not yet recovered from the famine, and their physical functions might not be able to keep up.
When he was resting at night, Hua Ling used his power to loosen the soil in the field. The result was almost done within half a month. Li Fangcai was shocked: "Sir, tell me straight, are you a god descending to earth?"
Hua Ling leaned against the stone wall and looked at the people watering and sowing. He glanced at Li Fangcai beside him: "If I were a god, would you build a temple for me?"
"Yes!" Li Fangcai said firmly.
Hua Ling yawned: "No need, as long as it doesn't cause any trouble."
"Then are you a god? I really want to know."
"That's right..."
"That's great, I'll tell everyone right now!" Li Fangcai ran away.
Lu Ya was shocked: "How did you tell him?!"
Hua Ling leaned against the wall and fanned herself: "They can't tell anyone, even if the whole village knows about it, it won't matter."
"I can't tell you... did you give them a hint?"
A person who has been hinted cannot tell others accurately about something. What he says will become another completely irrelevant meaning in the ears of others, and even if it is written down, it will be filtered.
"It's not like I can't help it. Besides, I plan to settle down after it's completed. There will always be people who know that I'm immortal. It's okay." Hua Ling stood up straight and stretched, "Let's go and have a look in the village."
The materials for building and renovating houses have been basically prepared and are absolutely sufficient.
As soon as they entered the village, Hua Ling and Lu Ya saw Li Fangcai running around like a madman: "I mean Hua Ling——" The next words could not be heard by others.
The old village chief was sitting in front of the door basking in the sun. Seeing Li Fangcai like this, he became very angry: "You brat, what are you doing, come back here!"
When Li Fangcai heard his father calling him angrily, he walked over and saw Hua Ling also walking towards the old village chief.
Hua Ling walked to the village chief and pulled up two benches. She sat on one of them and gave the other to Li Fangcai.
The old village chief smiled and stroked his beard, and touched Hua Ling's fingertips with his wrinkled palm: "Hua Benefactor, thank you so much. Our Lijia Village has not been so energetic for a long time. Everyone has hope for life.
"
Then the old village chief reached out and slapped Li Fangcai on the forehead: "You brat, why are you running around if you don't work?"
Li Fangcai covered his beaten forehead in pain and raised his eyes to look at Hua Ling: "No, it's him -" The words could not be received by the old village chief.
"What? Are you going to say disrespectful words to your benefactor! You traitor!" As he said this, the old village chief stood up and beat Li Fangcai.
Hua Ling saw that something was wrong and quickly stopped him. He comforted the old village chief and sat down. After looking at Li Fangcai, he said, "Let me tell you."
The old village chief looked at Hua Ling in confusion, and only heard Hua Ling say: "Old sir, in fact, I am an immortal god. You can think that I am here to help you."