Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 214 A Faint Grassy Fragrance
Grandpa Meng asked this sentence, but he couldn't calm down like a stormy sea.

Could the small world that Ci'er mentioned be like that described in ancient books?
He remembered that many years ago, he was the second son of the Duke's Mansion who was not liked by others.He hasn't passed the Jinshi exam yet, and hasn't left the Duke's mansion yet.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and with a lonely look, he sneaks out from the back door to wander around, and accidentally finds an ancient book at a second-hand book stand, and the ancient book records a small world.

It's a pity that the ancient book is broken and incomplete, and many places have been lost, so he can only see a small part.

At that time, he was young and young, even if it was a small part, he watched it with relish.

Many years passed in a flash, he left the Duke's Mansion a long time ago, and he didn't know where the ancient book was left.

Fu Xinci watched her grandfather's complexion constantly changing, his eyes were full of nostalgia for his youth.

A thought suddenly popped up in her mind, that is, her grandfather seemed to understand the so-called small world in her mouth.

She has no way of knowing where her grandfather learned about it, but she can let her grandfather experience the existence of this small world.

Fu Xinci listened carefully to the surrounding voices, seeing that no one was approaching here, she supported her grandfather's arm and entered the space.

Grandpa Meng worked hard to sort out his memories, trying to piece together the small world like a paradise described in ancient books when he was young.

It's just that the memory is too long, and the ancient books are incomplete. His efforts are always because there are too many missing parts, and after all, he can't gather together the grand scene in his heart.

Just when Grandpa Meng was extremely disappointed, the withered and yellow scenery around him suddenly turned into a green field under his feet.

"Ci'er?" Grandpa Meng really thought that his old eyesight was dim this time, or his obsession was too deep, and hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes.

"Grandfather, what you see is true. This is the small world that the old god gave to his granddaughter."

"Really?" Grandpa Meng didn't doubt this time, but asked the most naive fairy tale like a child.

"Grandfather, it's true, everything here is true."

After getting the exact answer from his granddaughter, Grandpa Meng had such an expression on his face.

The old man knelt down slowly, brushing the wheat seedlings that had grown to ankle height, and did not speak for a long time.

The old man had to digest slowly, what he saw was different from what he described in the ancient book.

When Fu Xinci saw that her grandfather didn't speak, she felt a little flustered in her heart. She was afraid of stimulating her grandfather too much. If there was anything wrong with his grandfather, she would not be able to explain to Daddy, nor could she forgive herself.

Alas, she should think about it more, her grandfather is a pure ancient.

Unlike modern people, who read a lot of novels and have a big brain, they are not surprised to see any weird things.

When Fu Xinci thought of this, a deep sense of guilt rose in her heart.

I don't know how long it will take, but Fu Xinci will be deeply buried by the apology to her grandfather.

Only then did she hear her grandfather's voice full of laughter, asking her: "Ci'er, is this what you once said to your grandfather, the confidence that we will never go hungry again?"

It can be regarded as hearing grandfather's voice, Fu Xinci immediately replied without thinking: "Not exactly."

Grandpa Meng is suspicious, not all, what's going on?I saw my granddaughter took him to another place.

If the place he saw before was a field, this place should be a very large warehouse.

Looking at the dazzling array of strange objects and food, Grandpa Meng fixed his eyes on the pure water.

"Ci'er, this is the water we drank on the way to Liaodong."

"Yes."

Grandpa Meng picked up a bottle of purified water and looked at it non-stop. It can be said that he is very curious about everything here.

After Grandpa Meng had roughly scanned everything here, he spoke earnestly to his granddaughter.

"Ci'er, this small world given to you by the old god is the wishful thinking of many mortals. Therefore, Ci'er must protect this secret well, and no one can tell it to anyone except grandfather."

"Grandfather, can't parents talk?"

"Your parents can't tell either." Grandpa Meng became more determined in his argument when he thought of having a grandson, who would marry a wife in the future and have children of his own.

Fu Xinci didn't want to talk to her parents, so she nodded obediently.

Seeing that his granddaughter agreed, Grandpa Meng reluctantly looked at the place again, and asked his granddaughter to send him out.

He was afraid that he would stay, so he was even more reluctant to come out.

The next day, the grandparents and grandchildren drove the donkey cart out early, and came back at noon. The donkey cart was loaded with bean poles as high as a hill.

Although it was tied firmly with ropes, no one dared to approach it due to the shaking of the donkey cart, for fear that the bean poles would fall and hit people.

The fact that others dare not approach does not mean that all people dare not approach, Master Meng Wu is an exception.

From afar, he ran towards his second brother.He kept chattering, "Second brother, where did you bring these beans back? If there are any extra, can second brother help my brother to bring some back?"

"Well, if you have extra, I can help you get some." Grandpa Meng will still give him face for this witty fifth cousin.

In the afternoon, the grandfather and grandson came back from the outside in the donkey cart, and were caught by Master Meng Shisan.

Master Meng Shisan's eyes fell on the bundles of sorghum stalks and he couldn't get them out.

Grandpa Meng secretly slandered in his heart: Look at that idiot, he looks like an idiot.But the grievances belonged to the slander, and later they kindly unloaded a cart of sorghum straw at the door of Shisan's house.

The next night, Master Shisan Meng personally brought a kang mat to Grandpa Meng, and kept saying that it was specially made up for the second brother.

It's rare that Grandpa Meng didn't say anything disgusting, but took it happily, and spread it directly on the big kang in the east room.

After seeing off the happy Shisan, Grandpa Meng carefully stretched out his hand to touch the kang mat that Shisan made by himself.

"Not to mention, Shisan's craftsmanship is better than the kang mats bought in the town."

Fu Yu walked in from the outside, sat next to his father, echoed his father's tone, and said, "Uncle Thirteen's craftsmanship is very good. Not only the Meng family approves of the things he made up, but also in the guard, and the previous five. Everyone in my village also recognizes what Uncle Thirteen made up."

After Fu Yu finished speaking, he sniffed and asked, "Father, do you smell a faint scent of grass and woods?"

"Hey, if Yu'er doesn't say anything, father doesn't care."

The father and son were talking, and they were also looking for the source of the faint grassy fragrance.

Grandpa Meng suddenly thought of the source of the sorghum stalks used to weave the kang mats, so he lay down and smelled the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

(End of this chapter)