Song Qingshan smiled and waved his hands, "Okay, it's a mess here, you guys should stop making trouble here, go home and play."
So the brothers and sisters were driven back.
Song Jinxiu looked around the yard.
Their yard was lonely, with wasteland to the east and all the way to the mountainside.
To the west, it is separated from Sister Youyu’s house by a yard.
There is an empty space at the back of the yard, and further back are a few families of other families who have fled famine and settled here.
She couldn't help asking, "Brother Fuquan, why did the Third Ancestor live in such a remote place? He was all alone, with no neighbors around."
Song Fuquan looked back at the yard and said, "Why are you still calling me Third Ancestor? You should call me Great Grandpa instead."
Song Jinxiu laughed and said, "I'm used to it. I'm used to it."
Song Fuquan smiled and said, "I heard from my great grandfather that some wicked fortune teller said that the Third Master was doomed to be a lonely star, and would bring misfortune to his father, mother, and children and nephews.
After the incident between my first great grandfather and my great grandfather, my third great grandfather insisted that my family become monks.
My great grandfather tried every possible means to keep him, and finally the two of them took a step back, and my third great grandfather's family built two rooms here and settled down. ”
Song Fuquan sighed, "Well, maybe he feels safer staying away from the villagers."
Fated to be alone?
Song Jinxiu shook her head, not wanting to comment.
As far as she knew, those who were truly doomed to be alone were all very strong-willed. How could they die at the age of seventy or eighty?
But my great grandfather had no children and passed away at the age of forty. What kind of evil star is this?
During the few days they lived in the home of the village head, Song Chunsheng would sit in the yard every day to bask in the sun.
My eldest sister said that getting more sun exposure to supplement calcium is good for your health.
He sat there quietly and was bored, so he asked his grandmother to bring some soybeans. Help pick soybean seeds.
Song Jinfang and Xiao Qiusheng would happily go over to check on the progress of the house every day and come back to tell their brothers and sisters about it. Enjoy this till you are tired.
Song Jinxiu likes to sleep in.
In fact, she was working in the space at this moment.
After more than ten days of fog, it finally settled down these days. The space finally regained its fresh, peaceful and pleasant atmosphere.
The stream flows down from the original spring, winding and swirling, nourishing every soil in the space.
The 께-type power station 껩 has started working. At this time, on the workbench in the 께 building, a fully charged computer is playing light music.
Fruit trees still need to be planted on the hillside, Song Jinxiu thought.
As for this land...
Song Jinxiu scattered some of the wheat seeds and rice seeds she had bought.
Only one 께꿧 was planted.
If I had known that I would have to make a living by farming, I would have bought some mechanical farm tools like harvesters and seed drills to create space.
Now working with her own hands, Song Jinxiu feels that she is doing her best.
Plant less and make the space green first. If you come across flower seeds, it would be nice to plant flowers in your space.
She likes to dress up the space beautifully and then leisurely wander in the sea of flowers.
Speaking of green, Song Jinxiu looked at the lush green and swaying red ginseng fruit under her feet.
Unexpectedly, among the weeds that she casually brought into the space, there was a ginseng seedling.
The weeds are still the same weeds, but the ginseng seedlings have already produced red fruits.
Song Jinxiu carefully pulled out the weeds and found that there were four ginseng plants.
"Oh, is this space suitable for growing ginseng? If I get some ginseng seeds and transform the space into a ginseng cultivation base, judging from the growth rate of ginseng, in two years, I can become a large ginseng wholesaler.
The more Song Jinxiu thought about it, the more beautiful it became. It was as if I saw a lot of banknotes floating towards me.
"Pah,"
Song Jinxiu was slapped in the face.
Song Jinxiu was startled and asked sharply, "Who hit me?"
"Snap" again.
This time Song Jinxiu saw clearly that it was the Bodhi leaves above her head that were hitting her.
Song Jinxiu circled the tree twice. Could it be that the Bodhi tree had become a spirit?
"Why did you hit me? Am I right?"
"Hehehe, idiot, you just realized now that this place is suitable for growing medicinal herbs?"
"Who is speaking?"
Song Jinxiu felt that this world was really mysterious. Yes, space was originally a very mysterious existence. It was normal for her to be able to travel through it and for the Bodhi tree to become a spirit, right?
"Grandpa Dryad, is that you?"
"Snap"
Song Jinxiu was hit by the leaves again.
Beat someone? Does this mean you like being called a tree spirit? Is that the tree fairy, the tree god?
"Hahaha, hahaha, ouch, I'm dying of laughter. Hahaha, tree fairy? Hahaha, tree god? Hahaha..."
Song Jinxiu was very upset.
She could feel that there was something inside the Bodhi tree. It had no ill intentions, but rather she felt very close to it.
But this thing could actually know her voice, which was really wonderful.
Suddenly, she saw a black shadow rushing down from the bodhi tree. Uh, a chipmunk?
"I'm a chipmunk. How could I be a chipmunk?"
She put her hands on her waist.
Song Jinxiu looked left and right. Although this guy looked very human, he was undoubtedly a chipmunk.
"Tsk, you are ignorant. Remember, I am the spirit of the medicinal field, the master's top pet, rarely seen, and hard to find. I am a top-grade treasure-hunting rat."
"Pfft," Song Jinxiu laughed, "So it's still a rat?"
"Oh, Master, why are you like this? Ever since we have depended on each other, breaking into the Palace of Gods, going down to the palace, passing through the Thunder Realm, and crossing the Netherworld, the Master has never laughed at you, Junjun."
"Jun Jun?"
Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows, "We depend on each other for survival. Are you sure your master is me?"
The chipmunk suddenly fell silent, a trace of sadness appeared on his humanized face, and Song Jinxiu felt a pain.
She wanted to comfort this little thing, but somehow, she herself was already in tears.
"Master, it doesn't matter if you don't remember it, as long as you remember it." The treasure-hunting mouse held onto the Bodhi tree, bent over and coughed twice.
This thing seemed to be in too good a shape, Song Jinxiu couldn't help but frown.
Song Jinxiu wiped her face to get rid of the inexplicable pain in her head. He smiled and asked, "Your name is 께君君?"
The treasure-hunting mouse nodded, "Yes, actually, my name is Junbao, and I was the first one to look for you, and then I met it."
The treasure-hunting mouse patted the Bodhi tree with its paws. "It insisted on calling me Bodhi Baby, so the owner called me Junjun, and it was called Baoya, and the water elf Lingpo. It's the clear spring on the top of the mountain."
It seemed like there was too much information. Song Jinxiu suddenly fell silent, and the pain in her heart came back in waves.
She sat down against the Bodhi tree and asked, "Junjun, can Baoya and Ling Po Po talk?"
The treasure-hunting rat jumped onto her palm and squeaked shrilly:
"Bao Ya was originally the pillar of the Huangyuan Secret Realm. Later, the master enlightened her. Bao Ya could speak only after she transformed. Ling Ling is the princess of the water tribe. She was sealed in the cold pond by Qing Jun to be used as a furnace to cultivate water spirits.
After being rescued by her owner, she had become an old woman.
Later, the owner was framed and became a sacrificial saint.
At the moment when the fire fell, at the critical moment, it was Lingling who offered the Water Spirit Pill to protect the master, and I tore the barrier and took the master away. Later, he was caught in the turbulence of space.
The wind was raging in the turbulent space, and Baoya could only transform into Bodhi and open up this space.
Unfortunately, the master's Dantian had already been destroyed, and he was seriously injured. He had no way to recover, so he could only fall into reincarnation and start over. ”
Oh, was I so unlucky in my previous life?
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