Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 3
Xiaoxian concentrated, a black spot the size of a sesame seed appeared in his mind, and after a while, that black spot extended into a boundless wasteland.

"The body changes, the age changes, and the space remains the same." Xiaoxian's garbage space is a piece of yellowish-brown land that does not change color no matter how much water is poured and no matter how many plants are planted.

In Yuntengmen, everyone has different spatial attributes, which are divided into four types of spaces: gold, silver, copper, and iron.These are what Xiaoxian heard from other brothers and sisters, gold, silver, copper and iron have nothing to do with her garbage space.

After checking that there was no change in her space, Xiaoxian muttered, "It seems that my luck is not the worst. At least I found a cheap grandfather who can make lard bibimbap as compensation." Xiaoxian grew up Having lost her parents, she happened to meet Master Yunqing who was looking for exotic flowers and plants everywhere, and was taken back to the Yunteng Gate like a cat or dog.

With her grandpa and a clean bed, Xiaoxian is still very melancholy. She misses senior brother Yunguanzi who has a strong sense of immortality, and also misses the roar of Master who hates iron and steel. Xiaoxian walks in the space, remembering Looking at her vanished cloud days.Junk space is the only place she is familiar with, and Xiaoxian can feel at ease here.

Ever since Xiaoxian had a space, she didn't know how big her own space was.When I heard other brothers describe their space, they would use "how many trees can be planted at most" to describe it.But there are no trees in her space, and she doesn't know how big her space is.

Xiaoxian kept walking forward unconsciously, until she heard a series of "clicking" sounds.

It has been repeatedly emphasized before that Xiaoxian's space does not grow an inch of hair, not only does it not grow, it also swallows foreign objects, including stones, old clothes, and broken iron swords. Once in, it all disappears.So Xiaoxian has always been very at ease walking in the space. She took off her shoes before going to bed, and she didn't worry about stepping on something that pricked her feet.

But now, she actually stepped on a foreign object, and it was the leg that was a few centimeters shorter. Xiaoxian was curious, lowered her head, and moved away her leg that was a few centimeters shorter than ordinary people.The soles of the feet are stained with beach juice, which is emerald green.

Underfoot, is a small green seedling that has been trampled flat.It didn't take long for this green seedling to grow, with thin arms and legs, it had already been trampled half to life by Xiaoxian's little feet, and there was still a single stalk and a broken leaf left on the ground.That emerald green liquid probably flowed out after the leaves were crushed.

"If Master finds out that I have trampled to death the flowers and plants, I will have no food to eat," Xiaoxian finally realized after a while, sighing at the dying green seedling.She is no longer at Yunteng Gate, and Master will never scold her again.

"Wait, this seedling grew in my space, and my junk space actually grew something alive," Xiaoxian jumped up excitedly, but this thing was stepped on by her. After death, Xiaoxian was sad again, and before she had time to be happy, she could only pay homage to the single seedling that could not see the sun of tomorrow.

Lights lit up outside the space, and Xiaoxian's mind moved, and the person lay down comfortably in the bed again.

It turned out that Zhu Shijun came in the middle of the night to check whether Xiaoxian was sleeping well. He walked into the bed, watched his granddaughter kick the quilt into a mess, and stuffed her feet back into the quilt. When he got up, the old man sighed, folded the corners of the quilt, turned off the light, and went back to the house.

Xiaoxian was afraid that he would come to check the room in the middle of the night, so she didn't dare to enter the space again. She waited until the first crow of the rooster before falling asleep in a daze.

The pool of green liquid on the soles of the feet adhered to the skin on the soles of Xiaoxian's feet and penetrated into the soles of her feet. On Xiaoxian's legs of different lengths, a burst of green light lit up, and then her leg also emitted green light. Yingying green light.There was a crackling sound of bones growing on her legs, and Xiaoxian, who was soundly asleep, didn't notice the abnormality that happened to her.That burst of green light spread all over her body, wrapping Xiaoxian's whole body in green light.

The vastness of the sky lit up, and the green light dimmed.Xiaoxian's dishonest feet kicked out of the quilt again, and the two hemp legs were placed side by side, neither long nor short, and they grew together overnight.

Gecun is a typical Qiannan mountain village. Although the country has started the western development, the village has paved roads, installed electricity, and the village head's family took the lead in using tap water, but most of the villagers still maintain the traditions of their ancestors. living habit.When I wake up and wash my face, I use water from the hand-pressed wells in front of their respective doors. For breakfast, I drink gruel with two or three pickles, and I just make do with it.

At this time of year, the autumn harvest season has just passed, and the farm work is also done.The women are busy stringing fresh peppers at the door of their homes, waiting for the autumn wind to dry up for the winter.

The men who had nothing to live with were sitting in small groups outside the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village, rolling tobacco leaves with their hands, sitting together, discussing some new things that happened in the village.In a small mountain village with only about a hundred households, they can talk about sesame and mung bean big things for a month.The most talked about in the village recently is the grandparents who just moved in last month.

"When the old man first came, he had iron lumps," said the farmer in the village, but he didn't know how to speak decently like the village head, and he paid attention to the people in front of him.

What Iron Pimple is talking about is handcuffs.Although the southwest mountain/district is a little poor, the public security is still good. It is a big deal if someone loses an egg or a washbasin on weekdays.This kind of person in handcuffs, the younger ones in the village, I'm afraid they have never seen it.

"The village chief said, let you stop chewing your tongue," said a farmer in his 50s and [-]s with a red face. He stuffed a few tobacco leaves on the hookah that was longer than his arm, and clicked. pumped up.

This sentence, when Zhu’s family moved to the village, the village head had told him not to gossip about people behind their backs, so he only had to hold a trumpet and croak like a rooster every day under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

The shisha farmer imitated the tone of the village chief, "The directors of the family are from the imperial city, and they are big men." The older generation in this Han village all hid in the mountains to escape the war before liberation. There are many illiterate people, and their words are all clichés.Even the name of BJ still retains the saying before liberation, and it is still called Huangcheng.

"No matter how big a person is, if he has iron bumps on him, he has committed a crime. Phoenix fell into the chicken coop and rolled in the mud, and he is still a chicken on the ground." Thick phlegm, expressing his feelings for the village chief and those officials in the imperial city.

"What do you know, don't talk about other things, the Hongta Mountain that your girl brought you from outside the mountain every year during the Chinese New Year was run by that old man," the hookah farmer shook the smoke, and the pieces had long been burnt The rolled tobacco leaves were burnt to ashes.

When the tobacco leaf ash fell, there was a heavy coughing sound behind him.Zhu Shijun walked slowly with his hands behind his back. The off-white Zhongshan suit was still the same as the day he first entered the village. It was washed to white at the corners, and it seemed to have been ironed. It fit the old man's not tall body .

When the old man walked by, he never raised his eyes, as if those gossiping villagers were just a few leaves knocked down by the autumn wind, insignificant.

The wrinkles on the old man's face are different from the dry and horizontal wrinkles of the mountain people who have been exposed to the wind all year round. The lines on his face are vertical and horizontal, symbolizing all the traces of his decades of ups and downs in the officialdom.

The villagers were silent and watched Zhu Shijun leave before discussing again.The weird old man's routine was the same as the watch on the village head's wrist, and he went out for a walk on time every day.I really don't understand, if you can see the mountains from the side, but you can still see the mountains from the side, what is worth seeing again and again.

The sharp-eyed villagers noticed that the old man also had one of the watches that the village chief would only wear for weddings. The long piece of domestic watch is much more upscale.

(End of this chapter)