Blue Silver Grass Guide.

Chapter 13

"Boom--!!!"

A flustering muffled sound came from the sky in the distance, making Miao Miao, who was lying on Ling Yi's lap, arch her back subconsciously.

Ling Yi turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from, and it happened that another bright light was dancing on the other side.

Slightly squinting his eyes, he waited for nearly ten breaths. After another roar came from his ears, Ling Yi shouted to more than 20 people who were hoeing and 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. Instead, they waved their farm tools, hoes, and martial arts "hoes" several times at the land in front of them.

After waving goodbye to a village uncle with smiling faces, Ling Yi followed Ling Changqing and others to quicken their pace and walked towards Ling Xiaoshan's house.

Today is the turn to eat at Ling's house.

"Boom!"

"Clatter-la-la-!!"

Fortunately, the Ling and Zhang families, three generations and six gentlemen 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 didn't care about Zhang Xin and Ling Shan who were playing in the corner of the main room, nor did he go to the kitchen door to wash off 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 didn't ask him to wash up first. After all, Ling Yi didn't go down to work in the field, but just sat on the ridge between the "blue silver grass" and took a leisurely rest. It's not like they all have sweat and dirt on their bodies.

Instead, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan in the corner put down the clay and wooden toys, got up, and followed into Ling Yi's room.

When Zhang Lei washed up and pushed open the door of Ling Yi's room, he saw his younger brother Zhang Xin sitting obediently on a horizontal stool with Ling Shan, quietly watching Ling Yi work methodically at the small square table.

When Zhang Lei came, it happened that Ling Yi's work was about to end.

Take out the last beige-white oblate 'small stone' from the water in the pottery bowl, stuff it into a ball of dark brown mud next to it and wrap it well, Ling Yi uses the remaining clear water in the pottery bowl to scrub the soil between his fingers for a while , and began to close the small square table in front of him.

"Ayi~"

Zhang Lei approached and looked at the row of more than a dozen fist-sized mud balls, knowing that there was a 'small stone' inside.

And such a scene has recently appeared repeatedly and lasted for more than ten days.Every day at least a dozen, as many as thirty or forty.

"I don't know when it's going to 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 in his mouth: "I'm afraid your things will be later, Only then can we go to the old forest to plant—”

"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 under the window of the room and put them into several pots planted with "Blue Silver Grass".

Picking up the muddy pottery bowl, he walked towards the door and said, "You saw it at this time last year. It doesn't matter if you keep these seeds for another two days. It won't rain for two days in a row—"

"It's raining so hard, the work in the field will be difficult in the future—"

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.

The dishes on the three tables are almost the same except for the old men who are working hard in the fields.There are green, white and green vegetable stir fry, as well as eggs and fish soup, which are indispensable for every meal of the two families.

After lunch, the weather is beautiful, and the rainstorm outside has subsided, and it seems that it is expected to stop in the afternoon.

Sure enough, about an hour or so in the afternoon, the clouds dispersed and the rain gathered, and the blue sky was like washing.

The adults went to the field to check the stagnant water, while Ling Yi, accompanied by Zhang Lei, took Ah Huang and Miao Miao and set foot on the dirt road to the old forest in the north of the village.

Now the time has come to April [-] of the Douluo calendar, and it has been half a year since Zhang Lei's martial soul awakened last year.

At this time, Ling and Zhang have four children, Zhang Lei will be seven years old in three or four months, Ling Yi has just passed his fourth birthday for two months, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan are one and a half years old and one age.

As the two little guys are getting older, the two families have recently officially prepared to add new members to their families. Anyway, with the current conditions, they can afford it!

But in Shanhai Village, and even the surrounding ten miles and eight towns, the more children and grandchildren in the family, the more prosperous it is.

After all, whether it is 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 Linzi, somewhere 500 meters away.

After beating around with a long wooden stick several times, Ling Yi squatted under a big tree, stretched out his hands wearing double-layer rabbit leather gloves, and picked up the fallen leaves and rot on the ground, and took a piece of paper from Zhang Lei. The ball of mud was buried gently.

Standing up, under another big tree more than ten meters away on the left, weeded grass to scare snakes, dug holes, and planted seeds.

This was repeated more than ten times, and finally all the mud balls were planted.Zhang Lei came to Ling Yi, took the double-layer rabbit leather gloves covered with black and brown mud, put it in the back basket, and took out a yellow leather gourd, tilted the mouth of the gourd slightly, and slowly poured out the clean water inside. For Ling Yi to rub and wash his sweaty hands covered by gloves.

"call--"

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, put it back into the basket, imitated Ling Yi and turned his head to look back and forth, and asked, "Can these ginseng seeds survive?"

"The ones planted at this time last year, but I didn't see those little red fruits..."

"Don't worry~" Ling Yi shook his head and said, "Whether these ginsengs can survive or not depends on luck. Most of the ginseng planted last year have sprouted and bloomed. As for the fruit... we have to wait for a few years~"

When Zhang Lei heard this, his face collapsed: "How many years?"

"Yeah~" Ling Yi nodded calmly: "I can't say how long it will be, but there will be gains in the end."

"Let's go~"

Seeing Ah Huang enclosing his territory under a tree in the distance, and on a branch of the tree, Miao Miao was holding a pheasant in his mouth. Ling Yi called Zhang Lei to go there, "I will dig up the ginseng found last year for a while." Plant out, add dinner at night—”

"what--?"

When Zhang Lei saw Miaomiao's harvest, the smile that had just appeared on his face froze, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Quickly followed Ling Yi's footsteps, and discussed softly: "Ah Yi, shall we have beggar chicken at night? Or roast chicken or braised chicken is also fine—"

"No more..." Seeing Ling Yi's unchanged side face, Zhang Lei pursed his lips, hesitated a few times, and then said, "It's okay to drink chicken soup, but...how about leaving out the ginseng?"

"Chicken soup with ginseng in it 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't stand 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 softly, telling the helplessness and admiration of the owner of the voice.

　Thanks to the book friend [just like the snow between the eyebrows] for the monthly ticket and rewards, thanks to the young lady for her support as always, and also to all the veterans who came from the previous book for their support, thank you everyone! (ω)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)