Merry Little Farmer

It's a peculiar space.He turned his head and looked to the left, there was a hut not far away, the door was closed, and the windows were also closed.

"Who lives there?"

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaobing strolled over to the hut and asked, "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

No one answered for a long time.So I looked in from the crack of the door, but I didn't see anyone.Knocked on the door again, still no answer.He pulled the wooden door casually, but it was not locked, so he gently opened the wooden door and walked in.There is only a few square meters inside, and it is empty. There is a three-legged copper stove about [-] cm high in the middle of the room, and there is a book in the stone bowl next to it.

"What book is this?"

Picking up the thin book, the surface is sallow, obviously it is very old, the cover is black and white, it looks like an ancient book, and there are two words printed: Dan Jing.Turning over a few pages, it records the detailed steps of alchemy. There are three types of elixir, which are primary elixir, intermediate elixir and advanced elixir.However, taking these pills does not mean that you can live forever, nor can you become a fairy.The function of primary elixir is generally to strengthen the body or beautify the body; intermediate elixir has the effect of curing some diseases; high-level elixir can not only prolong the life of the person who takes it, but also instantly improve certain abilities of the person, such as divine power Dan, taking it can suddenly increase a person's strength several times, but it can't last for a long time, and the medicinal power will disappear after several hours.

This "Dan Jing" is equivalent to an excellent monograph on health preservation.In the attached page are pictures of various medicinal materials, and there are also text explanations. After people read it, they can find it in the few acres of land.

"If I can refine these pills, I can earn some money!"

Right now the Wang family is in a difficult time, as long as there is one more income, it will solve the urgent need.So, he also forgot where he was, and immediately focused on looking.After half an hour, he realized that to refine these elixirs, he must first have the true fire of Samadhi.Samadhi real fire is the real fire of the human body, which needs to be used to ignite the alchemy furnace for alchemy.

Primary Samadhi real fire is sky blue.The middle-level Samadhi real fire is blood red, and the high-level Samadhi real fire is golden yellow.

It is not a matter of a day to cultivate the primary samadhi true fire.He stuffed the "Dan Jing" into his trouser pocket, walked around the hut again, and then remembered some very serious questions: Where is this?How did you get here?How to get out?

Just as he was thinking about how to get out, his mind flashed, and he was already on the bed again.

"Oh! This is a different dimension! I got the treasure! I just need to think about when I want to enter the jade pendant in the future! When I have cultivated the primary samadhi real fire, I must refine some primary elixir and sell it!"

I was in a bad mood at first, but now I am quite excited.After calming down, he was very upset when he thought that his fish pond was drugged, and thought that it was very likely that the man with the scar did it, so he was inclined to take revenge on him.

The next day, the police station's inspection report on the dead fish came out, and it was hydrogen sulfide poisoning that killed all the fish.The police investigated several people, but did not arrest anyone, apparently without sufficient evidence.

The news that Wang's fish pond was poisoned spread quickly in the surrounding villages.In all these years, nothing like this has happened, and this is the first time.

Fish still have to be raised.After cleaning the pond several times, it was refilled.Wang Congle spent [-] yuan to buy fry and put them in the pond.Life has to go on, but there is no fish to sell recently.

Seeing that it was difficult for the police station to find the murderer who was at large, Wang Xiaobing became ruthless, found Xie Jiahua, and said bluntly, "Hei Niu, I'm going to fight, can you help me?"

"How do you say that? My two best buddies, your business is my business. Tell me, who will you hit?" Xie Jiahua said in a very loyal way, patting his chest.

"I think the man with the scar probably did it. He won't let go of his anger without a beating." Wang Xiaobing sat on the branch of an old banyan tree outside the village.

"It might be him. Just hit him. Do you want to call a few more people?" Xie Jiahua's eyes showed excitement. He is not good at reading, and fighting is his hobby.

"No. If there are too many people, it's easy to get lost. If he is alone, we can beat him half to death." Wang Xiaobing had a leaf in his mouth, "The key is not to let him see us, otherwise, there will be endless .Maybe he will be detained by the police station.”

"He often plays slot machines in the game room at night. When he comes out and comes home, we wait for him on the road, put a sack over his head, and then beat him." Can't do arithmetic problems, but when it comes to how to fight , Xie Jiahua still has a hand.

"Okay, I won't go to study tonight. Fuck him!" Wang Xiaobing snapped his fingers.

The game room that Xie Jiahua mentioned was in the market. Generally speaking, those who would go there to play game consoles were mostly gangsters or naughty students.

The two worked together, Xie Jiahua brought a big sack, he was responsible for covering the scarred man with the sack, and Wang Xiaobing beat the man with a wooden stick.

On Sunday, after dinner, Wang Xiaobing and Xie Jiahua said they were going to school for evening self-study, but they actually went for a walk outside, and then they ambush in the bamboo forest on the village road that the man with the scar must pass to go home.The moon was twilight that night, and the two were lying in the bamboo forest. There were so many mosquitoes that they were about to bite to death.

If it was someone else, they might be a little nervous, but to Wang Xiaobing and Xie Jiahua, this was just an ordinary fight, nothing to worry about.They are very calm.

"What if he doesn't come home tonight?" Xie Jiahua asked.

"Wait until eleven o'clock. If he doesn't go this way, then we will go to school." Wang Xiaobing scratched the place where the mosquitoes bit him, whispering.

After midnight, no one left on that village road.Don't say wait for the man with the scar, just want to see that there is no one.

I waited until 10:30, and I didn't wait for the Scar Man.Looking at the electronic watch, it was almost eleven o'clock.Wang Xiaobing let out a long breath and said, "Let's go to school. I'll beat him up next time."

"Do you see someone coming over there?" Xie Jiahua pointed to the end of the road. Under the moonlight, there was indeed a person walking slowly towards this side.

At first, they were still far away, and they couldn't see clearly, but when they were about to get closer, they realized that it was actually the man with the scar.Wang Xiaobing winked at Xie Jiahua, telling him to prepare for action.

Xie Jiahua opened the mouth of the sack, stooped, and tiptoed out of the bamboo forest.

The man with the scar was humming Zhang Yusheng's "The Sea" and walked swaggeringly, not knowing that he was about to face a catastrophe, "Your blurred face that slowly disappeared from the distant seaside gradually became clear and wanted to say something..."

His voice was very loud, but a bit broken, but he seemed to be very self-indulgent, as if he was standing on the stage and receiving the cheers of thousands of people.

Suddenly, Xie Jiahua rushed out from the bamboo forest like a gust of wind, and put a sack on the scarred man's head.Wang Xiaobing picked up the wooden stick and beat him to death.

"Help~"

The man with the scar yelled wildly, and the sound spread out in the silent night sky, which was particularly ear-piercing.

Xie Jiahua used all his breastfeeding strength, similar to beating a drum, and smashed his fists on the scarred man, making the "canopy" ring non-stop.

After fighting for more than ten minutes, he stopped.The man with the scar groaned in pain, and fell to the ground, curled up, not knowing whether he was trembling or twitching.

Wang Xiaobing and Xie Jiahua pedaled their bicycles, fled the scene like a whirlwind, and rushed to the school.

"Is Mao Mao dead?" Xie Jiahua laughed.

"Don't mind him. Don't talk nonsense at school." Wang Xiaobing reminded.

"Do you think he will know who did it?" Xie Jiahua shook his right fist, "Paralyzed, the fist hurts. I haven't tried such a refreshing one."

"It's better to use my wooden stick, just use some strength, and your hands won't hurt." Wang Xiaobing panted slightly.

After a while of pedaling, the bicycle galloped on the road, and then turned into a gravel road, which was extremely bumpy, and my buttocks were up and down on the seat cushion, and it was about to open. After more than ten minutes, I finally arrived at the school.