Peerless little Shennong

Chapter 1 Wonderful Holy Land
The green trees are thick, and the roof tiles of Datao Village are reflected, and the frogs cry into the pond.

It rained heavily yesterday, and Father Sun went on strike for a whole day, but today this small mountain village was roasted with joy.

The construction team of Datao Village is building a small two-story mansion for the village director's house these days, and Lu Xiaobei is a member of the village construction team.

Lu Xiaobei looks very handsome, but the family conditions are not good and no nutrition is provided, his face is a bit sallow, and his body is very thin.

Lu Xiaobei was working there under the bright sun, and the old man Liu, who was resting in the shade at the base of the wall, couldn't help persuading him: "Xiaobei, come here for a rest, don't work so hard! Wang Papi went to drink, and he won't be back soon." Come,"

Wang Papi is the nickname given to the foreman Wang Dalong by the workers. They despise this stingy guy and often deduct wages for no reason.

Lu Xiaobei smiled, his white teeth looked good instantly, he waved his hand at the kind old man Liu and said, "Don't stop, Uncle Liu, earn more money to pay off my father's debts!"

Lu Xiaobei pushed the trolley to a brick pile not far away and began to pick up bricks. The old man Liu and others in the shade over there began to discuss.

"Hey, Xiao Bei is such a pitiful kid. Dad should have been rewarded for his bravery, but he was falsely accused by the murderous director of the bureau, beat him up and sent him to the bureau. How can you make sense in this world? Go?" Old man Liu said with a long sigh.

"Who says it's not? These days, officials favor the rich and powerful. We're farmers. Who would talk to us? Xiaobei, this kid has a hard life! In order to get his father out and give his father a leg treatment." , this is a huge debt of 50 yuan, and it will take years and months to repay it, but it will cost me my life!"

"Good people don't get rewarded, Lao Lu's family is really suffering!"

What the workers were talking about was exactly what happened to Lu Xiaobei's father two months ago.

Datao Village is a big place, and the parents always like to pick out the short and trivial things and talk about them, Lu Xiaobei has gradually gotten used to it!

But Lu Xiaobei is not short of poverty, he firmly believes that as long as he does not die, he can turn around, and there is no difference between a person living without dreams and a salted fish.

After a while, the foreman Wang Dalong came back humming a ditty with a drunken face.

He was wearing a sun hat and had a big belly. He drank half a catty of white wine at noon. His face was flushed and he shouted at the workers resting in the shade, "Hurry up and work for me!"

When Old Man Liu and the others saw the foreman coming back, they quickly got up and went to work.

"During the drinking just now, the village director said that this small building will be completed by the end of next month. If the construction deadline is delayed, the village director will be impatient and won't give me money. Where can I get money to pay you? Everyone will know. Lazy!" Foreman Wang Dalong cursed and sat in the shade, smoking a cigarette, and became a supervisor.

This guy drank a lot of wine, and he was sleepy and lay down on the mat with his head turned and his eyes closed.

Lu Xiaobei picked up a cart of bricks and transported them to the wall with a small cart, but there was an extra painting scroll in his hand, which he picked up from the pile of bricks just now.

The pile of bricks not far away was left over from the demolition of the house. In order to save materials, the foreman asked Lu Xiaobei to pick up some usable ones to build the wall.

Lu Xiaobei just took advantage of the fact that the foreman Wang Dalong was swearing and opened the scroll to take a look. This is a very ordinary landscape painting, with mountains, waters and grasslands, the ordinary ones cannot be ordinary.

Lu Xiaobei felt that the scroll should be something left behind when the village director's house was demolished.

"Xiaobei, here are ten whole bricks!" Old man Liu shouted while standing on the support.

"Okay Uncle Liu, let's go!" Lu Xiaobei threw the scroll onto the trolley and started throwing bricks at Old Man Liu.

Suddenly, an evil wind blew for no reason, and the wooden support above the head was blown down from the steel pipes by the evil wind with a rattling sound.

Just as Lu Xiaobei picked up a brick and was about to throw it to Old Man Liu, he suddenly raised his head and the long bracket smashed down.

The speed was so fast that Lu Xiaobei had no time to get away, and was smashed hard with a bang.

Old man Liu yelled: "Oh my god, come quickly, Xiaobei was hit..."

When the workers heard the shouts, they quickly jumped off the wall and began to lift up the supports and pull the bricks.

Lu Xiaobei fell under the support, his head was hit with a bloody cut, the cart also fell on him, and all the bricks were piled on him.

The foreman Wang Dalong had just fallen asleep when he suddenly heard Old Man Liu's voice, sitting up in a jerk and hurried over.

"Can you save me some snacks? Do you save your eyes for food? Hurry up and send them to the village health center, it's really bad luck!" Seeing blood on the construction site is not a good sign, Wang Dalong was so angry that he hurriedly ordered the workers to start pulling bricks for rescue Lu Xiaobei.

It's just that everyone didn't know that the moment Lu Xiaobei was knocked to the ground, the blood that flowed from his body stained the painting scroll that he picked up, but the red scroll opened strangely and automatically released a white light, which seemed to be in the sky. Like looking for the owner, it went straight into Lu Xiaobei's mind.

Lu Xiaobei's head was hit with a bloody hole, but it's strange to say that when the white light from the painting scroll penetrated into Lu Xiaobei's brain, the bloody hole on his head healed automatically.

Subconsciously, Lu Xiaobei felt a sudden coolness hit his drowsy head, and then he saw a strange picture.

Lu Xiaobei stood in a strange place. At his feet was a green field covered with grass. A small river was cut in the middle of the green field. The river water flowed from an oval pool. Not far away was a towering The mountain peaks in the clouds, the white mist surrounds the mountains...

There are mountains and water, greenery, what a wonderful holy place!
"Is anyone there?" Lu Xiaobei called a few times.

The voice was very empty, and there was an echo in the mountains, but no one came out to respond to Lu Xiaobei.

"I-grass, have you time-traveled?" Lu Xiaobei had read some time-travel novels, and felt that he might have time-traveled to a certain dynasty.

But after thinking about it, Lu Xiaobei felt that something was wrong, he slapped his forehead suddenly: "I'll go, isn't this the place in the scroll just now?"

The wonderful holy place in front of him is the picture drawn by the landscape painting that Lu Xiaobei picked up. It is exactly the same as the scene in the painting, but the area is enlarged several times.

What the hell is this place?

How did I get here?

Confused, Lu Xiaobei dragged his wounded body and walked carefully along the river bank in the middle of the grass towards the oval pool.

The pool that catches the eye is not big, it is about the same size as the tap water pool in the courtyard of the cottage. The water in it is so clear that one can't help but want to drink a few sips.

Lu Xiaobei, who was covered in bruises, was instantly parched by the water in the pool, buried his head and drank for no reason.

The coolness of the mouth made Lu Xiaobei couldn't help shivering, the sweetness of the mouth was as sweet as honey, Lu Xiaobei sat down on the grass with his belly rounded after drinking.

"It's so beautiful, this water is so sweet!" Lu Xiaobei wiped his mouth and couldn't help sighing.

But in the next second, Lu Xiaobei subconsciously glanced at the wound on his body, and he jumped up in fright.

(End of this chapter)