That's a pretty prosperous town.
Under a fairly regular arrangement of green roof tiles, there is a courtyard that is almost the same everywhere.
There is a young man standing on the eaves of a house at the moment. He folds his arms and lowers his head to look at the small courtyard that is six or seven feet square. His eyes sweep across the main north room at his feet and the east and west wings. Directly south is a section of eighty-nine. feet high stone wall.
The gravel embedded in the brown soil on the ground formed a path that connected the main house, the side rooms, the courtyard gate, and the manure pit and toilet in the corner covered with wooden boards.
'This feels a bit like a small home. '
Wu Wan thought this in his heart, feeling the faint sense of accomplishment and couldn't help but smile.
The majestic Emperor of Heaven, relying on performing arts to trade for an apartment, is still an ordinary apartment in the "county town", what's so cool about it.
Uncle Shan brought some wooden boards, and Aunt Qing was drying the bedding.
Little Jinwei sat in front of the threshold of the main room, licking the candy figure she bought from the street before, and couldn't bear to take a bite for a long time.
Wu laughed wildly, somersaulted from the eaves and landed on the ground. With a flick of his long hair, he ran towards Uncle Shan:
"Uncle, let me help you! Should we build the table first or the seats first?"
"Make the bed! How can I sleep without making the bed!"
"Sooner or later," Wu Wang waved his hand and pulled out the carving knife from his waist that had been polished by the blacksmith in the town. He was already ready for a big fight!
Before he could take action, Aunt Qing had already thrown him aside by his collar.
"Go and have a rest! Your hands are really good at carving. We can do this for you when it comes to beating furniture!"
"That's right," Uncle Shan raised his hand and pinched Wu Wan's ear, "Go and have a rest. I'll do a blood test in a few days to conserve energy!"
Wu Wan wanted to say something else, but Jin Wei called out brother with a smile, and he immediately walked back obediently, tugged on his cuffs, lifted his trouser legs, and sat carelessly in front of the threshold.
If you have coins in your pocket, you are strong.
After this winter, the 'assets' of their two families increased rapidly. Under Wu Wang's increasingly proficient carving skills, each piece of handicraft was scattered in several nearby towns through Uncle Shan's running around.
Next, Wu Wan is going to do some fancy things and engage in hunger marketing. During this period of 'monopoly' when there are no competing products, he will raise prices at low prices, hype up the popularity, and create local new fashions in the wild world. Using a piece of wood carving, he can make a lot of money. The price of ten wood carvings!
"Brother," Jin Wei, the 'painted face', handed the candy man over, with a little reluctance in her eyes, "Here."
Wu laughed and said, "You can eat it, you can eat it. I'm old and can't eat sweets anymore."
"Hehe, okay." Jin Wei agreed happily and stuffed the candy man back into her mouth.
A girl of her age is really easy to guess.
In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly four years since I came to Tianwai.
It can also be said that I have taken the first half step - I will soon open my bloodline, determine my qualifications, and whether I can practice.
Regarding this matter, Wu Wangzi felt very relieved.
Even if Zhong blocks all cheats, he should at least be given the qualifications to start as an 'ordinary' person.
[He was mistaken for a loser at the beginning and then made a strong counterattack] This kind of story under the overpass where you can listen to seven chapters for three cents is possible. After all, I heard Aunt Qing say that the person he was going to meet was an 'old martial arts master' .
The kind that is about to die of old age.
For a creature in the peaceful god realm, the rules of survival outside the sky are similar to those in the wild world.
If you become stronger, you will only become stronger and cannot increase your longevity.
Only by continuously improving one's status while becoming stronger, and gaining the reward and trust of the gods, can one have the long lifespan rewarded by the gods.
No matter how the title changes, he is still the same as 'divine general'.
"elder brother."
Jin Wei held the candy figure in her mouth and tilted her head to look at Wu Wan. The left side of her small face was bulging, and her big eyes seemed to have two star clusters stuck in them.
She asked: "Can I hunt powerful ferocious beasts after practicing?"
"Well," Wu said with a smile, "ferocious beasts are full of treasures. The skins, cores, and even meat of ferocious beasts can be sold for a lot of shells, which can be exchanged for many things to eat and play with."
"Is it dangerous?" Jin Wei whispered, "I can earn a lot of shells by doing wood carvings."
"But if you're not strong enough, you won't be able to keep the shells you've earned."
Wu Wan said warmly:
"Maybe some bad guy will kick the door open and shout to you - whoever knows how to make wood carvings, carve ten for our young master!
If you are not strong enough, you can only bow your head and carve them. But if you are strong enough, they will be afraid when they see you, and you don’t have to carve them. "
Jin Wei suddenly understood.
Aunt Qing, who was carrying rice in a bamboo basket, smiled and said: "You kid, why do you always think of people so bad? This is a town, and it is more stable than us living in the mountains."
"that is!"
Uncle Shan held the big wood-cutting ax next to him. He was shirtless at the moment, and sweat was slowly flowing down his strong chest muscles. "I'm here with your Aunt Qing, no need..."
The word "fear" has not yet been spoken.
Bang!
The ajar door was suddenly kicked open, and two thin figures stepped inside, muttering:
"This is the wood carving you sell, right? Carve a dragon for my young master!"
Wu Wan couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. He really hadn't read the script before.
"Um?"
Uncle Shan frowned and turned to look at the two thin men in gray cloth at the door. A pair of triangular eyes burst out with a strong fierce light, his pectoralis major bulged, and muscles stretched from his neck to his shoulders.
The two men's throats trembled, and their bodies that originally leaned back fifteen degrees subconsciously adjusted to leaning forward twenty degrees, and whispered:
"We want to buy some wood carvings."
"Fifty shellfish a piece!"
Uncle Shan picked up the big ax and said calmly: "Go out, knock on the door, and come in again."
"Hey, okay, okay."
"It's normal for a skilled person to have a big temper. It's normal."
The two boys ran out in despair.
Uncle Shan put the ax next to him and raised his eyebrows at Wu Wan. Wu Wan nodded with a smile and agreed.
If you don’t make money with money, you are not a man!
After a while, the two boys knocked on the door gently. Uncle Shan moved forward and opened the wooden door and said with a smile: "Come in, how many do you want? I still have some stock here."
"Just three pieces, you can give them as you see."
"This is one hundred and fifty shell coins."
The two boys were holding a cloth bag and trying their best to smile.
Uncle Shan asked: "Which martial master are you two from?"
"We are the Hei family, from the Hei family."
"Isn't that the guardian envoy's family?" Uncle Shan's eyes lit up.
The two young men immediately raised their chests and raised their heads, and said with a smile: "Yes, my young master really likes your wood carvings. I heard that your family has moved here, so we came over quickly to buy a few pieces."
"Wait a moment, you two."
Uncle Shan nodded, put away the cloth bag, walked to the side room, and soon came out with four wooden carvings in his arms.
A boy hurriedly said: "We didn't bring so many..."
"Didn't you two just give me two hundred?"
Uncle Shan blinked.
Another boy was smart and grinned: "Yes, yes, we want to buy four pieces."
"Thank you both for taking care of me," Uncle Shan said warmly, "Would you like to have a drink at my place?"
"No, the young master is urging me."
"You are busy. If the young master likes it, we will persuade him to come to your place to buy more!"
"Thank you, thank you very much. We are all from the mountains. We have just come to live here. From now on, we will have to rely on the guardian for protection. This is what we should do."
Uncle Shan turned around and shouted: "Little insect, quickly bring two skewers of animal leg meat to the guest, this is a big customer!"
Wu Wan agreed and quickly ran out with two skewers of dried meat. The two boys declined in every possible way, but their fingers were already hooked on the hemp rope and they returned happily loaded with food.
After they walked away, Uncle Shan closed the wooden door and pouted in the direction the two boys left.
"Little insect, please remember," Uncle Shan muttered, patting Wu Wan's shoulder, "Heroes can be bullied, but devils are difficult to deal with. Don't underestimate these little people. Sometimes they can really trouble you."
"Hey, I remember."
Wu smiled and nodded.
A good old hunter has a lot to learn.
Hunting seems to be just walking around in the mountains and forests, fighting wits and courage with those ferocious beasts and birds, but behind it are all human feelings and sophistication.
With Uncle Shan, a worldly man, he can rest assured about Aunt Qing's and Jin Wei's daily safety.
Aunt Qing put down the long bow in her hand and stepped out of the wing. The look in her eyes at Uncle Shan... Wu Huan had seen it in Shao Siming's eyes.
…
Heaven, the temple of birth.
Young Siming was still wearing her favorite black dress, surrounded by several goddesses and old gods, constantly discussing something.
She really has a lot to do.
Take the Beiye Bear Hug Clan as an example. How many women and men of marriageable age there are in the tribe, they have to make statistics through Tiandao.
Then, how do these men and women come together, how many children should be born to the Bear Hug tribe this year, the fertility problems after the children are born, the proportion of children who get sick and die early...
These 'numbers' are all determined from here.
There are dozens of clans that can be named in Beiye alone, not to mention the Nine Wildernesses in the Wilderness.
The same problem is even more complicated when it comes to the human domain. The principle set by Heaven is that 'the stronger the strength, the more difficult it is to conceive offspring', in order to reduce the birth of monastic families with monopoly status.
However, how much the strength will increase and how much the possibility of conceiving offspring will decrease, the way of heaven has not been determined, and it is up to them to control the birth of the temple.
Therefore, during the days when Wu Wu used his incarnation to venture outside the world, Shao Siming was always busy.
She also enjoyed it here, feeling that she could do something for living beings, which made her feel very at ease.
Only in the dead of night, or when there is no one around, Shao Siming will be lost in thought for a while, chanting Wu Wan's name a few times in his heart.
Just at this time.
Shao Siming left Shengyan Temple and glanced at his dormitory, thinking that today was the fifteenth again, but no one would go to the palace to stare at him, and he felt a little reluctant to return.
"I don't know what he is busy with outside."
Shao Siming read softly, then pursed his lips slightly.
She tied up her long hair today - Wu Wan is not in heaven, so her black hair will not fall down.
Holding her hands in front of her, Shao Si Ming rode a cloud and walked half a circle in the heaven. All the immortals, gods, soldiers and generals she saw along the way saluted her respectfully.
Unknowingly, they arrived at a remote hall. Young Siming glanced inside a few times, knowing where he was.
A shadow appeared at the door of the palace, bowing to Young Master Mingying.
If this shadow were real, it would definitely be very beautiful. It has slender eyes and a pointed chin, but it has a standard "snake face", and it is still a "snake face" without any sense of disobedience.
Croaking snake.
"Sir, how come you are here?"
"I have free time to wander around in the heaven." Shao Siming put his hands behind his back and tried to look serious, "How are you doing lately?"
"Everything is fine," Ming She smiled softly, but her eyes were a little complicated, and she felt a little lost after saying this.
Seeing this, Shao Siming floated over the stairs of the temple on a cloud, landed in front of the phantom of the snark, and asked with concern: "But have you encountered any trouble?"
Snake shook his head slightly.
In the sacred pool in the temple, the little snake has now become a 'giant python', and this 'giant python' has begun to transform into a dragon. It has a pair of bulges on its head, and the scales on its body have turned pale gold, and several nearby ones have turned pale gold. The scales began to merge.
Ming She whispered: "Has the master mentioned me to you?"
"Yes," Shao Siming said with a smile, "His Majesty has talked about you many times before, saying that you are... a talent that can be made."
"really?"
There was some cautious joy in Ming She's eyes, and he whispered: "Now that I don't have the magic spell, will the master trust me?"
Shao Siming groaned softly: "Don't worry about this, your current strength is not at the same level as him... Uh, no, I mean, even if you want to backstab him now, you can't hurt him... That's not it. Meaning! Me!"
Shao Siming's face turned red and he couldn't help covering his face with his hands.
Ming She suddenly chuckled and sighed: "Don't blame yourself, sir. These words really comforted me."
"Really?"
Shao Siming blinked, his long eyelashes flickering, making Ming She not dare to look directly at him.
"Really, my lord."
"Then, you should rest more, I will go back to the palace to continue with my official duties."
Shao Siming nodded slightly and bowed his head in salute.
Then, the leader of the eight palace masters and the wife of the Eastern Emperor turned around and flew back to her temple with a gentle and beautiful smile.
"Um--"
I did another good thing today.
…
That night.
The night in the town seems to be no different from that in the mountains. The moon shines on the treetops. People who are relatively simple and primitive in entertainment will go to the kang early.
Because Jin Wei was still afraid of the dark and still slept with Aunt Qing at this time, Wu Wan was arranged to stay in Uncle Shan's room.
Uncle Shan rested his arms on his head and muttered: "Little insect, do those tricks you mentioned work?"
"You'll know if you try it."
Wu Wan yawned. He was tired from practicing boxing and working hard all afternoon. He really didn't want to chat with his uncle.
There are still many things in Heaven waiting for him to supervise!
When it comes to emotional issues between hunters, isn't it just a matter of breaking the window with just one sentence?
"Hey, little insect," Uncle Shan asked in a low voice, "How old do you want to be when you want to marry a wife in the future?"
"This," Wu Wan suddenly stopped feeling sleepy.
Wu laughed and said, "I never thought about it, just wait until I become famous."
"It's a good idea. Once you're successful and famous, you'll have more to choose from," Uncle Shan chuckled. "You're different from me. I've always been interested in your aunt."
"Heh," Wu Wang muttered, "Then you should express your feelings."
"Why are you so anxious? You have been here for so many years," Uncle Shan whispered, "Your Aunt Qing has a problem in her heart, and she also feels that she is a slave."
Wu Wan said casually: "The theory of luck is all lies."
But then, Wu Wan blinked immediately.
The old God of Luck is still out there, so maybe this theory of Luck is not a lie.
Uncle Shan asked: "Little Chongzhi, what color cloth do you think your Aunt Qing likes? I heard that there are some pieces of fine cloth in the tailor shop, which are woven from the cocoons of some insects. They are very soft to wear."
"Uncle, what's Aunt Qing's name?"
"Yeah, she might like teal."
"Uncle, I'm going to bed first. I have to go see the teacher tomorrow."
"Go to sleep, go to sleep," Uncle Shan said with a smile, "Don't think too much, even if you don't have the qualifications to practice, you can still support a large family by relying on your woodcarving skills."
Wu Wang:......
Not mentioning this, he really didn't worry too much.
After falling asleep, his mind returned to his original body. Wu Wang opened his eyes from the heaven and sat on his throne.
"bell?"
"Master, I'm here."
A transparent silhouette appeared in front of him, which was naturally Donghuang Zhong Zhongling.
Wu Wan wondered: "What is the level of my incarnation's qualifications? Above average?"
"this……"
Zhong Ling blinked and asked, "What was your last sentence?"
Wu Wang didn't know why, so he asked: "Zhong?"
"Master, she said she was not here."
call out!
Zhong Ling flashed lightly and disappeared in an instant, leaving Wu Wan sitting alone in the mess.
