A panicking muffled sound came from the distant sky, causing Miao Miao, who was lying on Ling Yi's lap, to subconsciously arch her back.
Ling Yi turned to look in the direction of the sound, and there happened to be another bright light dancing on that side.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he waited for nearly ten breaths. After another roar came in his ears, Ling Yi shouted to the more than 20 people digging in the field not far away:
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Dad! Uncle! Brother Lei!... It's going to rain! Let's go home first——!!"
Upon hearing this cry, everyone did not stop directly, but waved their farm tools, hoes, and martial arts "hoes" several times at the land in front of them.
Waving goodbye to the smiling uncles in the village, Ling Yi followed Ling Changqing and others to speed up and walked towards Ling Xiaoshan's house.
Today is my turn to have a meal at Ling’s house.
"Rumble——!"
"Wow!"
As luck would have it, six men from three generations of the Ling and Zhang families had just entered the house, and the thunder that was still in the sky exploded overhead.
Along with it, there is the pouring spring rain.
As soon as he entered the door, Ling Yi did not take care of Zhang Xin and Ling Shan who were playing in the corner of the hall, nor did he go to the kitchen door to wash the dirt on his hands and face with his father Ling Xiaoshan and others, but ran straight back to his own small room.
.
Looking at Ling Yi's back, Ling Xiaoshan, Zhang Lei and others did not stop him to wash up first. After all, Ling Yi did not go to the fields to work, he just sat on the field ridge among the "Blue Silver Grass" plants, taking a leisurely rest.
It's not like they all have sweat and dirt on their bodies.
On the other hand, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan in the corner put down the clay and wooden toys, got up, and followed Ling Yi into Ling Yi's room.
When Zhang Lei washed up and opened the door of Ling Yi's room, he saw his younger brother Zhang Xin and Ling Shan sitting obediently on a horizontal stool, quietly watching Ling Yi's methodical work at the small square table. p>
When Zhang Lei arrived, Ling Yi's work was about to end.
Take out the last grain of off-white oblate 'pebble' from the water in the pottery bowl, stuff it into a ball of dark brown mud next to it and wrap it up. Ling Yi uses the remaining water in the pottery bowl to scrub the dirt between his fingers.
, and began to tidy up the small square table in front of him.
"Ayi~"
Zhang Lei came closer and looked at the dozen or so fist-sized clay balls, knowing that there was a 'small pebble' inside.
This scene has been recurring for more than ten days recently. There are at least a dozen people and as many as thirty or forty people every day.
"I don't know how long it will rain outside~" Zhang Lei turned his head and glanced at the closed window, listening to the sound of rain outside the window and on the roof, and said: "I'm afraid it will be a little late for you to get these things.
Only then can we go to the old forest and plant it——"
"It's okay~"
With the help of Zhang Lei, Zhang Xin, and Ling Shan, Ling Yi took the mud balls in front of him one by one to the window of the room and put them into several pots with "Blue Silver Grass" planted there.
Picking up the pottery bowl with turbid water, he walked towards the door and said as he walked: "You saw it at this time last year. It doesn't matter if these seeds are left for two days. It won't rain for two days in a row."
"It's raining so hard, it won't be easy to do the work in the fields next -"
With that said, the four of them came to the main room. Zhang Lei took the two little guys to the corner and played with small toys, while Ling Yi continued to go out and went to the kitchen to wash hands and clean the pottery bowls.
Not long after, two square tables, one large and one small, were placed in the spacious hall. On one table were two old men, Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Dahe, and on the other table were four women, grandmother, grandmother and mother and aunt. As for Ling Yi and
Zhang Lei, of course, took Zhang Xin and Ling Shan to sit at the children's table.
Except for the portions of the men who are busy working in the fields, the dishes on the three tables are almost the same. There are stir-fried vegetables in green, white and green colors, as well as eggs and fish soup, which are now essential for every meal of the two families.
After lunch, the weather is good, and the heavy rain outside has abated, and it looks like it will stop in the afternoon.
Sure enough, within an hour or so in the afternoon, the clouds dispersed and the rain cleared, leaving the sky clear and blue.
The adults went to the fields to check the accumulated water, while Ling Yi, accompanied by Zhang Lei, took Ahuang and Miaomiao and set foot on the dirt road to the old forest in the north of the village.
The time has now come to April 2595 in the Douluo Calendar, and half a year has passed since Zhang Lei's martial soul awakened last year.
At this time, the Ling and Zhang families have four children. Zhang Lei will turn seven in three or four months, Ling Yi has just celebrated his fourth birthday in two months, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan are one and a half years old and one and a half years old.
Years old.
As the two little ones grow older, the two families have recently officially prepared to add new members to the family. Anyway, given the current conditions, they can afford to raise them!
In Shanhai Village, and even in the surrounding villages and towns, the more children and grandchildren a family has, the more prosperous it will be.
After all, whether it is considered from the perspective of the village's voice or the probability of soul masters having soul master talents upon awakening, the larger the base number, the better.
Old Forest, somewhere five hundred meters outside.
After beating several times with a long wooden stick, Ling Yi squatted under a big tree, stretched out his hands with double-layered rabbit skin gloves, picked up the fallen leaves and soil on the ground, and took a hand from Zhang Lei.
The ball of mud was buried gently.
He stood up and found another big tree about ten meters away to the left. He started hunting grass to scare snakes, dug holes, and buried seeds.
Repeated this process for more than ten times, and finally all the mud balls were planted. Zhang Lei came to Ling Yi, took the double-layered rabbit skin gloves covered with dark brown soil, put them into the backpack, and took out a yellow gourd
, tilt the mouth of the gourd slightly, and slowly pour out the water inside for Ling Yi to rub and clean his sweaty hands covered by gloves.
"Huh——"
Ling Yi stood up straight and looked around. Although what he saw was the same as before, Ling Yi felt a little excited in his heart.
"Ayi~"
Zhang Lei stuffed the mouth of the gourd and put it back in his backpack. He followed Ling Yi and turned his head to look back and forth, and asked: "Can these ginseng seeds be planted alive?"
"I didn't see those small red fruits from the ones I planted this time last year..."
"Don't worry~" Ling Yi shook his head and said: "Whether these ginseng can survive depends on luck. Most of the ones planted last year have sprouted and bloomed. As for the results... we have to wait a few years~" p>
When Zhang Lei heard this, his face fell: "How many years?"
"Yeah~" Ling Yi nodded calmly: "I can't say how long it will take, but I will eventually gain something."
"Let's go~"
In the distance, he saw Ah Huang encircling his territory under a tree. On a branch of the tree, there was a pheasant in its mouth. Ling Yi called Zhang Lei to go over there, "I'll dig up the ginseng I found last year."
Let’s come out and have dinner in the evening——”
"Ah——?"
When Zhang Lei saw Miaomiao's harvest, the smile that just appeared on his face solidified and the corners of his eyes twitched.
He quickly followed Ling Yi's footsteps and started discussing softly: "Ah Yi, can we have beggar's chicken tonight? Or roasted chicken or braised chicken -"
"No more..." Looking at Ling Yi's unchanged side face, Zhang Lei pursed his lips, hesitated for a few times, and continued: "It's okay to drink chicken soup, but... is it okay if I don't add ginseng?"
"Chicken soup with ginseng tastes so weird!"
“Not chicken soup at all!”
"We are different from you. We have been eating a piece of "Blue Silver Grass" every day since we were one year old. Although it has a little sweetness, it is more bitter and astringent, so you can only tolerate it.
Come on, I still persist until now, and I haven’t stopped for a day..."
In the empty old forest, Zhang Lei's suppressed voice echoed gently, telling the voice owner's helplessness and admiration.