Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 12 Mysterious characters
At night, there are stars, and the flawless white moonlight reflects on the mountains and rivers.

In Shanghe Village, a few wisps of smoke curl up.

Let the villages that have experienced drought and famine be dyed with a faint smell of fireworks.

"Eat it..."

Father Fang was holding a worn-out pottery bowl with soup and water in it, and a few vegetable leaves floating on the soup.

Just like a glass of clear water with a few leaves on top, it is crystal clear and not a trace of oil flower can be seen.

Xun Shaoyu obediently took the pottery bowl and looked at his three brothers, all of them gulping down the poor half-cup of soup in his hand. The tip of his throat couldn't help but feel a little dry, and when he swallowed his saliva, he felt a hint of dry pain.
"Dad...you drink too..."

Xun Shaoyu looked at Fang's father's shriveled skin and pushed the pottery cup in his hand to Fang's father's eyes.

The thick and implicit fatherly love of this honest and dull middle-aged man in front of him made Xun Shaoyu's cold heart rarely move.

In the past few months since Xun Shaoyu woke up, he has never seen Fang's father take a mouthful of rice soup, and he has never seen Fang's father eat a vegetable leaf.

But this honest and dull man always tried his best to let his sons at home have a mouthful of warm vegetable soup.

Although there was not a trace of oil or water in this soup, not even a grain of rice, it allowed Xun Shaoyu to enjoy a trace of long-lost true love.

Even in the world of Great Yin, Xun Shaoyu came from a prominent background.

But the great price is that I can no longer feel the warmth of family members.

However, at this time, Xun Shaoyu felt the rare warmth again.

You know, even though Yizhou is thousands of miles of fertile wilderness, it is known as the granary of the world.Even now, after five years of severe drought, Yizhou will not be short of food.

But there is no shortage of food, but it does not mean that these poor farmers can afford a grain of food!
As the drought began, year after year, the number of rainfalls in Yizhou in the past five years was really only a handful.There are also grain merchants who are hoarding goods, and grain prices have skyrocketed.

In the end, the farmers who cultivated these fields could only use wild vegetables, mountain vegetables, bark, grass roots, Guanyin soil, etc. to temporarily satisfy their hunger.These hungry people devoured almost everything they saw.

In some prefectures and counties that were severely affected by the disaster, their children have even been exchanged for food, and corpses are scattered all over the fields, and their bones are exposed in the countryside.

Changzhi County, Jing'an Prefecture, is located in the west of Yizhou and has slightly more rain than in the east.

But it's...a little, really just a 'little'.

"……Ugh……"

Xun Shaoyu's sudden filial piety made Fang's father stunned for a long time, and he took the pottery bowl tremblingly after a long time.

"Baby, you've grown up..."

Father Fang smiled proudly, his stubble-covered face also filled with brilliance.

Just as Father Fang took a sip of the water on the pottery bowl to slightly moisten his chapped lips, the thought in his heart, like a weed, became increasingly difficult to suppress.

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Buzz!Buzz!
At night, the constant chirping of insects from the grass echoed in the silent night.

In the thatched hut, the golden straw is spread on the ground, and the window is open, and a round of moonlight shines into the thatched hut.

Xun Shaoyu listened to the intermittent breathing in his ears, silently counting the hours in his heart.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his dark pupils became brighter and brighter in the moonlight.

"Child time..."

Xun Shaoyu stood up gently, glanced at the reflection in the moon, and murmured to himself.

He looked at Father Fang and his three brothers, sleeping soundly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Roasting rosemary leaves with fire, the fragrance is diffused, soothing menstruation and activating blood circulation. It seems to be very effective."

Fallen wood is produced in the mountains. It can be said to be a medicinal material. It has the effects of stimulating menstruation and promoting blood circulation, soothing sleep and benefiting the spleen.

Xun Shaoyu didn't understand pharmacology, so he certainly didn't understand the so-called efficacy of medicine.

But two days ago when the cattle were grazing, there was a medicine boy who happened to be picking medicine. The two children were about the same age, so naturally they didn't have much estrangement.

There is no other way. There is a family of five living in a thatched house.

Any small movements are done under the eyes of several other people. Even getting up to take a pee or peeing, if the movements are slightly larger, can wake up the whole room.

Usually, it doesn't matter, but this time is different, his current behavior is not visible, and he can't explain it clearly.

So before going to bed, he quietly threw in a handful of rosemary leaves next to the fire in the courtyard.

At night, the wind blew in, blowing the fragrance of rosemary into the thatched hut. With the medicinal properties of rosemary, everyone in the house fell into a deep sleep.

Xun Shaoyu, on the other hand, lay down near the window, where he could breathe anytime and anywhere to prevent himself from falling asleep in the faint fragrance.

"Have a good night's sleep!"

He tiptoed out of the thatched cottage, looked at the empty neighborhood, and then walked lightly towards the depths of an alley somewhere.

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At midnight, the moon was shining in the sky.

A shadow walked into an alley as the moonlight continued to lengthen.

Two more moments passed in this way (one hour is divided into eight quarters), and several shadows, also wrapped in the night, entered the alley.

Xun Shaoyu was lying in a haystack. The little man was completely covered by the haystack, and he quietly looked at everything in front of him.

"Hey... Sure enough, the village itself has problems."

Even though those dark shadows were deliberately concealed, some figures were familiar to him.

Xun Shaoyu had a little excitement in his eyes, but he held his breath even more.

Luck!Luck!
Since the mysterious stone mirror cast him into this world, he has been constantly expressing his desire for 'luck'.

So it is conceivable that if you want to leave this world without order, all you need is luck.

However, he is only a shepherd boy now, and he is still a naive child. He drives cattle every day, and his maximum range of activities will not exceed the border of Shanghe Village.

How could he get luck in a village?

Of course, this village may not be without luck.

But was Xun Shaoyu crazy or crazy to believe in Shi Jing and go through a lot of trouble to let him come to this world just for the good fortune of a dozen households in a village.

"Now, let's see what secrets there are in this village."

He was lying down in the haystack, with a bunch of wheat stalks exposed, waiting quietly.

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Deep in the alley is a stable.

Turer people like to raise horses, so even ordinary villages will have several stables.

After one hundred and twenty years of horse racing and enclosure, there are now more horses than people in some areas.

In the fodder room next to the stables, wisps of light came from inside, and the candlelight made it dim in a daze.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

A dark figure sat cross-legged on the piled grass, covering his mouth and coughing lightly.

A few black figures squatted halfway, crossed their legs, or squatted, and looked at each other for a long time without saying a word.

"Today... you have all seen it, the Tule people in the county have been mobilized. It seems that they take it very seriously..."

An old voice suddenly sounded, it was the black figure who had just coughed.

"If Taiyue Mountain changes drastically, I don't know what the situation will be like there."

A dark shadow spoke in a low voice: "We don't know what we are thinking!"

"The wanted people on the scroll are clearly the immortals from Taiyue Mountain. Even the immortals, with their great abilities, can't withstand the imperial army. What can we villagers do?"

"Bad guy..."

A sneer stopped the man's words.

Although the night was dark and it was impossible to see the man's face, looking at his suddenly trembling body, he must have been greatly stimulated.

"The Tule people...hey...their good days are coming to an end."

A man gritted his teeth and seemed to hate the Tule people deeply: "I was going to the market this morning, and I heard from the villagers that chaos broke out in several state capitals outside Yizhou, including Qingzhou, Yangzhou, Jingzhou, and Xuzhou."

"Hey...it's a mess, look at how those Tule people show off their power."

There seemed to be a kind of passionate emotion in the old voice of the black shadow, "The Tule people will not be proud for a few years. Sooner or later, let them go back to where they came from."

"Six Elders... These days, without the help of the immortals from Taiyue Mountain, our lives would not be easy."

The man's dull voice made several black figures face each other in silence.

"Taiyue Mountain... is dead, who will come to help us mud-legged people? From now on, let's just tighten our belts and live!"

With sparse words, a few black shadows gradually left.

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A dark country road with a few rows of houses.

Liu Lao quietly returned home, frowning and seeming undecided, pacing back and forth in the house.

After a long time, he picked up an oil lamp beside the bed and lit it with fire.

Normally, the six elders would be reluctant to use this oil lamp. After all, the oil lamp still needs to burn oil.

At this time of year, even people can't eat oil, so who would light a lamp?

He held the oil lamp and walked to the backyard in a few steps, groping around in the courtyard.

After a while, he lifted up a wooden board, which was also covered with layers of lime, grass ash, and gravel to hide the existence of the wooden board.

This is a cellar that farmers in the countryside dig, usually for storage.

In the dark and damp cellar, Liu Lao gently climbed up the short ladder and climbed down the short ladder tremblingly.

"Xianchang!"

Liu Lao called cautiously.

"Immortal!" He put the wooden board back in place, held the oil lamp, and called in a low voice.

But Liu Lao didn't know that his smart eyes were quietly watching everything in front of him.

Xun Shaoyu looked solemn, hiding in the corner, watching Liu Lao's every move, wearing small short sleeves and holding a stone blade in his hand.

It was only five or six inches long, like a dagger, with both edges polished brightly.

This was the reason why he was so bold and dared to spy on Liu Lao and several others alone at night.

After all, the sixth elder is an elder in the village, with high morals and high prestige, and there are many buttocks in the village.He even gave Xun Shaoyu's original body, Fang Jiu, a life-saving grace.The donated pig a few months ago saved at least seven or eight lives, including Fang Jiu.

However, we must have the intention to guard against others and the intention to harm others.

In an unfamiliar environment, even if his father and brother care about him, Xun Shaoyu will not let down his guard.This stone blade was polished by him secretly for several months before it became sharp for the first time.

Although it may not be as lethal as an ordinary iron sword, it is the limit of what he can achieve now.

After all, it can be regarded as a weapon. It cannot be used for self-defense, but it is more than enough to be close to one's body.

(End of this chapter)