I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 437

“The harvest looks good this year.”

"It looks pretty good now, but I don't know if it tastes good or not, and if it's worth it." The old farmer replied truthfully, "It's our first time planting, and we don't know when to harvest and how to eat it."

"what……"

So Song You got up, walked to the side of the road, touched the bud fruit on the stem, and tore it open to have a look. The oats over there may have been harvested and dried long ago, and the oats in the old man’s field could have been harvested long ago, but they have not been harvested, and I thought it was because the climate here is different.”

"Sir, do you recognize it?"

"I recognize it, I recognize it." Song You nodded and said to him with a smile, "Like this kind of swallow rice, you can see that the stems and leaves are dry and yellow. When you tear open the wrapping, you can see that the inside is also dry. When you touch it, If it is hard and has no moisture and becomes lighter, it can be taken back. After taking it back, wipe off the oatmeal grains one by one, find an open space to spread out the mat, and dry it in the sun. It will be like millet and can withstand storage. Remember to remember during the storage process. Don’t get wet. It can be made into powder to make a paste when eating, and it can also be used to cook rice and pancakes.”

"Then the little old man must remember clearly..."

"In addition, when the oatmeal is still tender, the coating on the outside is still green, and when the whiskers are still purple, you can also pick it off. At that time, it is tender, you can eat it raw, boil it in water and cook it, and you can even turn it Peel the rice and use it for cooking, cooking, without peeling and cutting into pieces, you can also make soup, there are many ways to eat, and it is also full of belly."

"Ouch! Sir, you have helped me a lot!"

Unknowingly, the attitude of the old farmer who didn't understand etiquette also became respectful.

This is the instinctive and simple thought of gratitude.

"Easy to do..."

Song You still said respectfully.

The Anqing Swallows came here with their rice in their mouths, and their merits are immeasurable, and he himself taught the old farmers how to harvest and eat, which can be regarded as a little more sense of participation.

"The weather is good today. If I have some free time, I can take back the oatmeal from these two fields, so as not to get wet again if it rains tomorrow." Song You reminded again, then paused, "If I really If you want to thank us, just give us a stick of swallow rice, just one stick."

"How can one do it?"

The old farmer suddenly opened his eyes, walked over and said: "Although the old man's family is not rich, the grain and wheat in the field are ripe, which is not so bad! Mr. is a Taoist, not to mention helping, it is just an ordinary person. If I meet an old man passing by and ask for a few sticks, there is no reason to refuse!"

After finishing speaking, he came over, 咵咵咵, breaking in the field for a while.

"Enough is enough..."

Song You quickly dissuaded him from his actions: "We can't take it if there are too many, let alone just want to taste it."

"Well."

The old farmer piled six or seven oats on the ground.

"I just wanted to ask for one, but now I'm embarrassed to accept it in vain." Song You put his hand into the quilt bag and took out a small bamboo tube. The thickness of the bamboo tube is not as thick as the little finger, and the length is only the little finger. About half of it, but it is very exquisite, with carved patterns and embroidered clouds. "But I won't give my father-in-law any money, so I will give him the same overseas crops in return."

"Oh?"

The old man wanted to refuse, but he was taken aback when he heard what he said.

Then the Taoist opened the seal of the extremely small bamboo tube, which was much smaller than the letter box, and poured out a seed the size of a sesame seed. Then he planted the seed on the side of the road, and took it again. I poured some water into the water bag next to the quilt bag.

Then I saw the seed take root and sprout, and the land that had just been moistened immediately became a little greener.

In an instant, there was an extra vine beside the road.

The vines are long and crawling on the ground.

There are blue fruits on it, which are slightly bigger than a thumb, and in the blink of an eye, they are already red, like little lanterns.

The Taoist took one off at random and handed it to him to eat.

"This is a delicious vegetable obtained from the Lilliputian country on the lower reaches of the sea. The Lilliputian country calls it sour eggplant. It has a slightly sour taste and can be eaten raw, stir-fried, cooked in soup and made into sauce. It is easy to eat. Plant in spring and harvest in summer. Although It is not a rare delicacy, but it has an excellent harvest and strong vitality. If my husband likes it, he can just take the seeds and sprinkle them on any piece of wasteland. After planting, even if you don't care about it, you can eat it every day when it matures. The endless sour eggplants can be regarded as adding a little more flavor to the table, and maybe you can spend some money in exchange."

"This……"

The old farmer couldn't help being stunned.

Looking down at the vine that had just grown on the side of the road, and the cold and real fruit in his hand, he didn't know what to say. He only knew that today he met a Taoist who really knew how to use magic.

"Thank you sir."

It took a long time for the old farmer to thank him, and then looked at Song You's steaming pot, and said to him, "Mr. This is the only way to pay homage to the gods. In order to avoid bumping into the gods, sir, you should leave quickly after finishing your meal and resting enough."

Speaking of the gods, the joy on his face suddenly darkened.

"Oh?"

Song You looked at his expression and became interested: "I wonder which god my father-in-law worships here?"

"It's the local mountain god of our mountain."

"What is the name of the mountain god?"

"With no name or surname, he is respectfully called the God of Anle."

"I have never heard of this God of Anle. I wonder if it was conferred by the imperial court, or is it a deity sent by the villagers to enshrine?" Song You asked curiously.

Speaking of gods, the little girl also looked at him.

"It was sealed by the imperial court. It said that our side has high mountains and deep forests, which is very spiritual, so a mountain god was sealed, and it has been sealed for more than 20 years."

"Since it was granted by the imperial court, it is a serious mountain god, but why did the old man show displeasure when he mentioned it?"

"This……"

The old farmer subconsciously wanted to refute, but hesitated a few words, but did not refute, but said: "How dare you say that?"

"It doesn't matter." Song You smiled slightly, pretending to look around, "Although this entire mountain is the territory of the mountain god, but after looking around, the mountain god is not here, maybe he is practicing in another place. What is the strange story of the old man?" You can talk about it with me."

"It's not a strange story..." The old farmer struggled for a while, and then lowered his voice, "It's this mountain god, who has become more and more frightening recently."

"how to say?"

"When the government first built the mountain god temple, the mountain god was quite honest. Although he didn't see any changes on the mountain, he seldom caused any trouble. At most, some people walked at night or worked on the mountain. It’s late, and I ran into his old man by chance, and I was taken aback.” The old farmer lowered his voice and told him, “But since more than a year ago, a master came here and said that he was ordered by some national teacher to remove the old man. Damn, there was some light on the mountain that night, and the mountain god temple was demolished, but the master didn't go down the mountain the next day, and since then, the mountain god has changed his temper..."

"master?"

"He is an eminent monk, and he speaks very softly."

"On the order of the Imperial Master?"

"I heard it was..."

"The mountain god has changed his temper?"

The little girl's expression suddenly became serious, and her eyes shifted to the Taoist, with some thoughts in her eyes.

I always feel that the Taoist priest's way of speaking is somewhat familiar.

But I only heard the old farmer whispering, the voice was so small that it almost lost its timbre, and only the sound of exhalation remained: "At the beginning, the mountain god entrusted us with a dream and asked us to rebuild the temple, which was even bigger than before, and then asked us to go regularly to offer incense For worship, we have to bring one of the six animals every time. At first we were asked to bring chickens, then we were asked to bring pigs and dogs, then we were asked to bring horses and sheep, and later, we were asked to bring cattle. To worship him, some time ago, the mountain god entrusted us with a dream and asked us to take the child..."

"Boy?"

"Both boys and girls are fine, and the old man doesn't choose." The old farmer said in a low voice, "If not, we must prepare all six animals, and none of them is missing."

"How did you folks choose?"

"Ugh……"

The old farmer sighed and still whispered: "Although we are in a remote and remote area, we are not ignorant of etiquette. Besides, the government is still there. Who dares to sacrifice living people to the mountain gods? Last year, the monks in a temple in Yangzhou The old monk was burned to death, said to be Nirvana, and all of them were arrested by the government. No matter how poor we are, we still have to raise six animals..."

"It's not easy."

"Who says it's not the case?" The old farmer was worried. "The appetite of this god of peace and happiness is getting bigger every time. Who knows what he will ask for in the future?"

"That's true."

Song You paused while talking, then smiled again and said, "Thank you for the rice you gave me, I picked all the eggplants and fruits, so let's go down the mountain quickly."

"Alright."

The old farmer sighed and shook his head, and said nothing more. He just bent down to pick the eggplant fruits. After picking, he carried them in his clothes and went down the mountain.

When Song You turned around, there was a little girl behind him, wearing three-color clothes, huddled next to the stove. She was so small, looking up at him without blinking, and the heat was rising in the small pot.

"The porridge is ready."

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

"You're welcome!"

Song You sat down and filled up a bowl of porridge, which was today's roadside lunch.

There are dried fish in the porridge, but it has a taste.

After a while, there was a sound of blowing.

Song You held half of the bowl of porridge and looked along the official road. He saw a group of people walking towards the corner playing gongs and drums. Behind him, there were people carrying incense tables and others holding tributes. Sure enough, they were like the old farmer just now. It is said that cattle, sheep, horses, pigs, dogs, and chickens are all tied with red cloth belts.

The group of people seemed a little surprised when they saw the Taoist resting on the roadside. Some people looked at the few swallows beside their quilts and frowned, but they did not stop and did not say anything to him.

"Let's ask Empress Sanhua to do a little favor."

Song You turned around and whispered to the little girl.

"Huh? What can I help you with?" The little girl blinked her eyes and looked at him, imitating him, answering in a low voice, but before Song You could answer, she said, "Okay."

"Suppressing demons and eliminating demons..."

Song You's voice lowered a bit.

"Subduing demons and eliminating demons?"

The little girl followed him and bowed her head, lowering her voice a bit.

But his expression is very serious...

It looks really cute.

(End of this chapter)