Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1691
Tian Ermiao turned around, he looked in shock at an old man with a towel wrapped around his head.

Tian Ermiao had never seen this old man before, and he was shocked that he knew someone was approaching only after the old man spoke.

This old man didn't have any cultivation base, from Tian Ermiao's eyes, he was just an ordinary person.

Moreover, this is a place where humane, ordinary people stay.

Why?

"It's really rare to have guests from Yongren Village."

As he said that, the old man squatted in front of Tian Ermiao, and he looked at Tian Ermiao curiously.

Tian Ermiao was also looking at him.

"These ducks belong to my family. People in the village call me Old Man Wu." The old man said.

"Tian Ermiao." Tian Ermiao said.

"Your name..."

Old Man Wu chuckled, "It's okay, don't mind."

While speaking, old man Wu took out a knife from his body. The knife was not long and even had some rust.

However, when Tian Ermiao saw the knife, he was shocked.

Because this knife is exactly the same as the knife sharpened by the mountain guard.

The old man Wu noticed that Tian Ermiao was paying attention to his knife. He smiled and said, "It's passed down from our ancestors. I don't have the time to sharpen it, so it's rusted like this. It's ridiculous, but it's usually enough."

Old man Wu got up, "We must entertain guests when they come, let's kill two ducks."

quack quack...

The old man Wu looked a little clumsy, he chased, and the ducks ran and squawked.

In the end, he had one in each hand.

Old man Wu is very skilled at bleeding ducks.

"Come on, go to my house."

Regardless of whether Tian Ermiao would follow or not, old man Wu left with the duck.

Tian Ermiao thought for a while, and followed Old Man Wu.

There is a stone tablet at the entrance of the village, and the stone tablet has two large red characters: Nameless.

Tian Ermiao didn't know if this was the name of the village, because the stele looked like a tombstone.

"Old man Wu, are you here?"

"Yes, yes, I met them by the stream, and I killed two ducks to entertain them."

"It's rare to have a guest, you have to entertain."

"Of course."

Along the way, Tian Ermiao could always hear conversations like this.

The villagers who passed by looked very enthusiastic, and even an older girl smiled shyly at Tian Ermiao.

Tian Ermiao was puzzled, but he could be sure that none of the villagers he met had cultivation.

Old man Wu's house is in a dilapidated state, and the yard is in a mess. There are duck feces everywhere, and he has to be careful when walking.

"Wow wow."

Tian Ermiao heard the voice of a child in the room.

Old man Wu went to the kitchen to boil water, and Tian Ermiao walked into the house.

It was a little girl about two years old. She was surrounded by a bed, and a big man was lying on the bed. The man looked at the little girl tenderly.

The little girl didn't seem to be able to speak very well, she always skipped two words.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up in a smile, but tears flowed from his eyes.

The little girl was a little overwhelmed. She stretched out her little hand to wipe away her tears, but the man's tears grew more and more.

"Huh... ah..."

The little girl sang the song in a fawning manner. Her pitch was not accurate, and she couldn't pronounce the words. However, Tian Ermiao thought it was very pleasant, and the man on the bed thought it was even more pleasant.

The man reached out and rubbed the little girl's head.

The little girl grinned, and then, she danced with her hands and feet, and she actually danced. She looked a little clumsy, but she was really beautiful.

She nearly fell several times.

The man finally stopped crying, and the little girl turned her head with a smile.

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

The little girl wanted to show off to her grandfather, but when she saw a stranger standing by the door, the little girl didn't show any fear, she looked curiously with a pair of big eyes.

Tian Ermiao stepped aside, and the little girl walked past, she turned her head three times at a step, and almost fell down.

"Grandpa...Dad, Dad...cry...don't cry..."

The little girl pointed at herself with her little finger at the kitchen door, "Xiaoying."

"To cry or not to cry?" Old man Wu asked.

"Cry...don't cry...Xiaoying." The little girl said.

Old man Wu still didn't understand, with a puzzled look on his face.

The little girl puffed up her mouth in anger.

"Xiaoying, don't be angry, come and light a fire for grandpa." Old man Wu said.

The little girl named Xiaoying happily ran over and sat on Old Man Wu's lap.

Tian Ermiao appeared at the door.

"It's my son Wu Du in it. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't love. How should I put it... My son is a bored person who is bored in everything. Feng Qiao is also a strong woman. Xiaoying has become even stronger since then, and she still has a strong sense of comparison, um, very heavy."

Old man Wu said while adding firewood: "Her sister got a completely white flower, even the root is white...""

Hearing this, Tian Ermiao was startled.

However, he didn't interrupt old man Wu, who continued, "The flower was picked by her sister's man at Toushan. Feng Qiao really liked that flower, and she got angry when she got home. After Wu Du found out, I mustered up the courage to go up the mountain, but Wu Du's leg was broken, hey!"

The old man Wu sighed: "Originally, the leg was broken because of picking flowers for Feng Qiao, but Feng Qiao not only didn't blame himself at all, but went back to her mother's house. She said something hurtful, she said she didn't with the disabled."

"Well, this is the matter. Wu Du's heart is ashamed, and he doesn't even eat or drink. Fortunately, there is Xiaoying, otherwise, can he survive..."

Old man Wu sighed again.

Tian Ermiao didn't speak, he turned his head and walked towards the house.

Wu Du was lying on the bed, his eyes staring blankly at the roof.

Tian Ermiao sat next to him, but Wu Du didn't even notice.

When Tian Ermiao lifted his quilt, Wu Du saw Tian Ermiao.

"Guest?" Wu Du's eyes lit up.

Tian Ermiao nodded, and then he checked Wu Du's legs.

"The guests are different from us." Wu Du said.

"It's different."

As he said that, Tian Ermiao forced a wave of spiritual energy into Wu Du's leg, and the spiritual energy nourished Wu Du's broken leg bone.

"Can the guest help me get a white flower from my head?" Wu Du said with anticipation in his eyes.

"For your wife?" Tian Ermiao asked.

Wu Du nodded.

"Is it worth it?" Tian Ermiao asked.

"not worth it."

Wu Du laughed at himself, "I've paid a lot, but she didn't do anything. Moreover, my leg was broken, so she chose to leave."

"Then why do you need to help pick flowers?" Tian Ermiao's hand was pressing on Wu Du's leg.

"It's an explanation." Wu Du said.

"Explain what?" Tian Ermiao said.

"An explanation to the past, after the flowers are delivered, I will never have her in my heart again." Wu Du said with firm eyes.

Tian Ermiao glanced at Wu Du indifferently, "You can't do it."

"I can do it!" Wu Du roared.

(End of this chapter)