Nanling.
Fire Phoenix Mountains.
Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes and covered his head with his hands. He had a terrible headache. He couldn't remember who he was and his mind went blank.
At this time, he was lying on the edge of a stream at the foot of the Fire Phoenix Mountain Range. He saw a desolate and red landscape, and the red rock beneath him exuded a burning aura.
Black clothes, black hair, sound limbs, Bai Ye's appearance is ordinary, but he is a completely different person.
He slowly sat up, buried his head in his knees, and rubbed his temples. His mind was cramping. He couldn't remember anything except one name: Li Ming.
"Li Ming? This should be my name? But why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?" Bai Ye muttered to himself. Now he has no cultivation at all and is a real mortal.
He slowly stood up and walked towards the distant villages. The scenery along the way was pleasant, with crops planted in the fields and smoke curling from the cooking stoves of several households in the distance, which was quite poetic.
The Tian family has a quiet month, but in May people are twice as busy? Or is it the dead vines, old trees and dim crows, the small bridges and flowing water and the houses?
Bai Ye threw away his thoughts and walked quickly to the nearest house. He was out of breath after a few minutes of walking. He didn't think it was strange. As a mortal, his health might be a little bad.
Slowing down at the entrance of the courtyard, Bai Ye slowly walked in. In the courtyard, a young girl was holding a dustpan and sifting rice noodles. Bai Ye stood a few meters away and asked, "Can I give you a drink of water?"
The girl nodded, put down the dustpan and got up to go back to the house. She quickly took out a bowl of water and handed it to the dusty Bai Ye.
"Excuse me, where do you accept long-term workers?" Bai Ye asked after drinking water and thanking him. His first priority now was to solve the problem of livelihood.
Although he has lost his memory, common sense still knows that he must make a living, otherwise he will end up on the street in a few days.
He has hands and feet, and Bai Ye will never allow him to go to the street to beg for food. Dignity is much more important than life.
The girl took the bowl, thought for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "How about you stay at my house, food and accommodation are included, but... no wages."
No wages?
"OK!"
Bai Ye smiled slightly, it was enough for someone to take him in and provide him with food and shelter. No matter how much money he needed, he still retained innocence in his bones.
"My name is Li Ming, what's your girl's name?"
Bai Ye smiled and said, look at this
This village is far away from the county town and lives in poverty. It is an authentic small village people. I don’t know why he yearns for such a peaceful life in his heart.
The girl showed a smile: "Hello, my name is Nanfeng, nice to meet you!"
In this way, the two got to know each other, and Nanfeng saw sincerity and kindness in Bai Ye's eyes, which was why she made this decision.
Bai Ye gave a thumbs up and praised: "What a good name. The south wind knows what I want and blows my dreams to Xizhou. What a good name!"
Living under the influence of others, he also learned to praise, as if these things were innate to everyone. Nanfeng had a good reputation, but he must be the first to praise it like this.
Nanfeng led Bai Ye into the house and packed up an empty room for him to live in. While packing, Nanfeng whispered: "This is the room my brother used to live in. It has been empty since he was gone. Dad My mother works outside, and I am the only one at home."
Bai Ye was surprised: "Your brother is gone?"
He didn't know if he meant what he thought, whether he died or went out when he was gone. He didn't ask explicitly, he was a little curious.
"I left due to an accident." A trace of sadness flashed in Nanfeng's eyes. His hands packed the bedding without looking back. He chuckled and said, "Why, do you dislike it?"
Bai Ye stood there and said, "How could it be possible? It's too late for me to thank Miss Feng for taking me in!"
After tidying up the bed quilt, Nan Feng turned around and looked at Bai Ye with her hands behind her back. Due to her height, she raised her head slightly. The two looked at each other half a meter apart, one smiling and the other teasing.
Bai Ye looked stunned for a moment, why did Nanfeng look so malicious? Then he saw Nanfeng roll his eyes and said: "Harvesting small rice tomorrow, physical work."
Bai Ye smiled and Nanfeng walked towards the door. A man and a woman were alone in the same room. Bai Ye followed a few slow steps to catch up.
Nanfeng pointed to the few paddy fields and acres of vegetable land in front of the door and said, "These are our family's lands. Although life is a bit hard, we have more than enough to eat!"
Her parents went out to work in order to make a living, while she stayed at home to look after the house. Although the fields were enough to support the family, if the family had no savings, they would not even be able to afford the disease, and Nanfeng would also need a dowry for future marriages.
The matchmaker arranged several marriages, but Nan Feng hated blind dates and has been putting them off until now. She is still single at the age of sixteen, and even children of her age can do so.
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Feng put her hands on her hips. Her family's land in the village had excellent feng shui. Last year, the fortune teller said that her family could produce a talented Qilin. These fields were all she owned.
Bai Ye kept nodding his head and praised him repeatedly: "With so many places, we don't have to worry about it in the future. I think I can work until I am eighty years old."
After saying that, he burst out laughing, and Nanfeng next to him blushed. Eighty years old, isn't that a lifetime...
She had heard that there was a legendary saint in the county who was omnipotent and could live hundreds of years, but she had only heard of it but had never seen it.
She thought about becoming a fairy, but her family was too poor. Nanfeng murmured to herself: "Sometimes, living is good enough."
There was a trace of disappointment in her eyes, but when she turned back to look at Bai Ye, her eyes were full of smiles. Finally, there was a young worker in this family.
Five middle-aged men walked from the road, heading straight towards Nanfeng's house. They were dressed in silk and satin clothes, which were much brighter than the cloth clothes on Nanfeng's body.
A few middle-aged people entered the yard and glanced at the unfamiliar Bai Ye. Then the leading man said to Nanfeng: "Little sister Feng, the immortal master in the city has come to accept disciples. Anyone under the age of twenty can try it. Villagers The chief said, everyone in the village who meets the requirements must give it a try. If you are selected, your parents will not have to work with others. It is a matter of honoring our ancestors."
Nanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up. She glanced at Bai Ye, her eyes hesitating, and finally she rejected the man: "I won't go, I don't have that talent."
She tried it once with confidence last year, but she had very poor foundation and no qualifications for practicing.
Several men sighed and went to inform other families who met the conditions. The Nanfeng family had no young workers since her brother died. Her parents were worried about her marriage and hoped that someone could support the family. .
Although Nan Feng is not bad looking, comely and refined, and has a small family, she has two elders, and no family with children in the village is willing to ask her to be their daughter-in-law.
Her parents had been working in the city for three or four years, and they would come back every year during the Qingming Festival and Spring Festival. Before they were even forty, their temples were covered in frost.
Nanfeng's family is one of the few poverty places given by the county. The village has always taken care of her family. This time the saint in the city accepted a disciple, and the village chief wanted Nanfeng to try again.
Nanfeng stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching a few people walking farther and farther along the path. His eyes were calm and he muttered: "It's time to harvest the rice tomorrow..."
