"Tsk." Song Yizhi folded his arms and couldn't help but complain, "There's something wrong with the brain designation of the demon master in the demon world! The relationship between the two worlds is not that good, and demon cultivators are different from human cultivators. What do you want to do to do this?
What to do?"
Song Yizhi was very unhappy.
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi and knew that her displeasure was because she was going to practice with the demon world disciples.
But in some aspects, he is quite similar to Song Yizhi. As she said, the relationship between the two worlds is not very good. This incident was too sudden and has to make people think more.
"This matter is no small matter." Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, "Song Yizhi, with your identity here, I'm afraid..."
"Fifth Elder! Why don't you beat me up now!" Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan seriously, and continued regardless of the man's speechless look, "Just tell the public that I disobey discipline and you should be a little harsher.
This way I don’t have to go!”
Rong Yueyuan exhaled and looked at Song Yizhi's "I think it's feasible" look on his face, his voice was full of helplessness, "Where do you put the second elder? Or why do you have to suffer some physical pain?"
Thinking of the second elder's miraculous medicines, Song Yizhi fell silent.
"This won't work, that won't work either, ah——, mother, you tricked me!" Song Yizhi sat down on the grass and howled.
Looking at the loveless Song Yizhi, Rong Yueyuan couldn't help but say, "It's up to me to teach you, so you don't have to do the same."
In the past few days, he had finally figured out a little bit about Song Yizhi's temper. Although he seemed to be aloof, in fact, he was soft-spoken rather than tough-minded. If he talked to her properly, she would always listen to one or two points.
But the premise is that you can talk to her calmly.
Song Yizhi looked at the man in front of him with bright eyes full of expectation, "Are the fifth elders going to open the back door for me?!"
"No." Rong Yueyuan said, looking at Song Yizhi's sudden change of expression, he couldn't help but feel amused, "But I shouldn't push you too hard."
Song Yizhi glanced at the person.
What is the difference between saying this and not saying it?
If you don't force her, let her stay in Jiaoyue Peak and farm away from the Daughter of Luck, otherwise it will be regarded as forced!
Rong Yueyuan didn't say much.
Song Yizhi got up and continued to open up wasteland.
After several days of hard work, Song Yizhi had planted vegetables on several plots of land he had reclaimed, but this was far from enough.
Looking at Song Yizhi who turned back to open up wasteland for farming, Rong Yueyuan had reason to suspect that she didn't want to practice with the demon world disciples because she would have no time to farm.
Three days passed quickly, and Song Yizhi cultivated several more pieces of land.
The open space near her bamboo house has been turned into fields of uniform size, scattered in an orderly manner.
Song Yizhi got up not too late, had breakfast, rested for a while, and then practiced sword practice for an hour.
After practicing the sword, Song Yizhi stood on the ground, thoughtful.
There are still too many things missing, so I have to take time to go shopping!
"Little girl, little girl." The old voice came closer and closer.
Song Yizhi looked around and saw no one. The next second, the old man reached the top of the mountain from halfway up the mountain.
The old man put the bamboo basket filled with vegetables aside, looked at Song Yizhi who was standing in the ground and meditated, and said cheerfully, "Little girl, what should we eat for lunch today?"
I rolled my eyes when I saw a few radishes in the bamboo basket.
"How about carrot soup?" Song Yizhi rolled his eyes and smiled like a little fox trying to cause trouble.
The old man snorted, knowing that Song Yizhi was having a bad idea, but he still made his request, "There must be braised pork!"
"You can eat meat if you want." Song Yizhi said, "I'm easy to talk to." "Look at my field, it needs water but no water, and it needs fences but no fences. It's so simple!"
The old man hummed twice, with an "I knew you would say that" look on his face.
Seeing Song Yizhi confidently stretching out his hand, the old man glared at Song Yizhi, then took out a storage bag and gave it to her, "I guessed that you were lacking something, so I prepared it for you, but..."
Song Yizhi reached out to take it, but the old man ducked so that Song Yizhi couldn't get it.
"But what?" Song Yizhi's eyes fell on the storage bag, making no secret of his desire for the storage bag.
"If you want this storage bag today, you have to call me Mu Lao." The old man, also known as Mu Lao, imitated Song Yizhi's wilting look and teased the little girl.
"Mu Lao! Mu Lao Mu Lao Mu Lao!" Song Yizhi smiled brightly, his eyes were as crescent-shaped, cute and beautiful.
"Alas." Mu Lao responded cheerfully. He handed the storage bag to Song Yizhi, then walked to the side and sat down, "The little girl should smile more and be more pleasing to the eye."
Song Yizhi lowered his head and flipped through the storage bag.
Looking at Song Yizhi who seemed not to have heard, Mu Lao couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry. He deliberately said with a serious face, "You girl, did you hear what an old man like me said?"
Song Yizhi tilted his head and glanced at Mu Lao, and nodded to show that he heard it, but, "How about braised pork and dry pot bacon, with radish soup and stir-fried vegetables for lunch today?"
Mu Lao succumbed to the delicious food and nodded without disturbing Song Yizhi.
"Mu Lao, please bring me some rice seeds next time." Song Yizhi said to Mu Lao while calculating, "I also want wheat seeds, and..."
As Song Yizhi said, Mu Lao made a mental note of the seeds Song Yizhi wanted.
After Song Yizhi finished speaking, Mu Lao took out another storage bag and handed it to Song Yizhi. He said slowly, "Most of it is in there, and a small amount will be brought to you next time."
Song Yizhi ran out from the field, took the storage bag and held it in his arms as if he had found a treasure, "Mr. Mu, you are so good! How did you know that I urgently need these seeds? I will add sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch!"
Hearing that there was meat to eat again, Mu Lao was also very happy. Looking at Song Yizhi who was also very happy, he said, "I guessed that you needed it, so I collected some when I had nothing to do. By the way, I got some from some old guys."
I got some seedlings and seeds from the field, do you want them?"
In the past, he felt embarrassed about spending money on food, so he gave Song Yizhi some magic weapons and elixirs to use as cooking money, but Song Yizhi didn't lack these things at all. She didn't say she didn't like them, but she didn't like them much either.
Later, I accidentally gave some flowers to this little girl, and I still remember her reaction that she was so happy that she almost jumped up.
At this point, Mu Lao knew that instead of giving impractical magic weapons and elixirs, it would be better to give seeds. It was really impossible to give spiritual stones.
After all, everyone doesn't love spiritual stones.
"I want it!" Song Yizhi stretched out his hand, with a look of joy and excitement on his face, "I'm going to make beef jerky later, and I'll make ten pounds of it!"
Mu Lao took out the storage bag and gave it to Song Yizhi. When he heard what she said, he was funny and angry, "Ten pounds of beef jerky, how are you feeding the pigs?"
"Eat for a while, so I don't have to do it every three days." Song Yizhi held two storage bags and said to himself, "I'm afraid ten pounds won't be enough. I have to make some for my mother, and my brother will do it soon."
I’m back and I want to eat some, so it’s still thirty pounds!”
Mu Lao: "..." How can you have the illusion that child labor is being exploited?