Douluo - something is wrong with you useless martial soul

"Tang San—are you okay?"

"Coming, coming." Following the shout, a black-haired child strode over. His skin was a healthy wheat color, and his neat short hair swayed slightly with the airflow as he ran. Although his clothes were simple, But it was clean and tidy, "Don't always rush me."

"Who told you to grind... I promised you would go back after training your eyes." Another black-haired child standing at the foot of the mountain looked a little helpless. His hair was a little longer than the previous child. There was a small braid on the back of his head, and his facial features were about eighty-nine times similar to those of the previous toddler, only softer.

Judging from the familiarity and closeness between the two, they must be brothers.

"Ahem, you can't slack off when it comes to practicing!" Tang San looked a little embarrassed and abruptly changed the topic, "By the way, Tang Yin, have you practiced what I taught you before?"

"Well, I have found the feeling you mentioned." Tang Yin nodded and pointed to the larger pile of firewood, "Yours."

Tang San carried it up without complaint, and the two of them walked back together.

"I really didn't expect it." Tang Yin's tone was filled with emotion.

"Huh?" The boy tilted his head slightly.

"I didn't expect you, brother, to actually figure out the skills from those messy literacy books given by Grandpa Jack." Tang Yin muttered, "What kind of genius are you."

Tang San scratched his hair and responded vaguely.

"Let's go, I remember there was still a fire under the pot when I came out." Tang Yin said, quickening his pace.

"It's okay, I will pull out the firewood when I come out - wait for me!" Tang San ran faster and faster to catch up with Tang Yin. If anyone saw them at this time, they would be surprised by the speed of the two children. They easily avoided the uneven ground, and could cover an average of ten feet with each step, as if they were walking on flat ground.

Their home lives on the west side of the village.

The three adobe houses can be said to be the simplest ones in this village.

On the large roof in the center, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter, with a simple hammer painted on it. In this world, this sign generally refers to a blacksmith.

Yes, their father was a blacksmith, and the only blacksmith in the village.

The profession of blacksmith is not considered noble in this world, but considering the situation in the village, their family should not live in such misery. It’s just...

As soon as he entered the house, Tang Yin's nose twitched slightly, "Brother, your craftsmanship is really good. You can even make plain porridge so delicious."

Tang San smiled and piled the firewood to the wall, "Even if you praise my skills, I won't give you more for a while."

"What... am I that kind of person?"

"That's not what you said when you snatched my potatoes before. You go wake dad up and I'll serve the rice."

"That's what you gave me...and didn't I dig wild sweet potatoes with you the next day?" Tang Yin muttered a few words, walked to the front of the room, raised his voice slightly, "Dad, it's time to eat."

After a while, the curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure came out staggeringly.

He was a middle-aged man, who looked to be about 50 or [-] years old. He was very tall and burly, but his appearance was really unflattering.

The torn robe is worn on the body, and there is not even a patch on it. The bronze skin under the robe is vaguely visible. The facial features are regular, but there is an indescribable decadence. The hair is as messy as a bird's nest, and the beard is even worse. He hadn't taken care of himself for a long time, his eyes were dull and dim, and he still smelled of hangover.

This is Tang Hao, their father.

Tang Yin frowned subconsciously, but did not speak. He just followed the man back to the lobby.

Tang Yin really didn't want to admit that this terrible drunkard was his father. Ever since he was a child, this man had never cared about the two brothers and had always ignored them.

At first, they would cook something for them to eat, but as time went by, when they were four years old, that is, when Tang San, his elder brother, started to take the initiative to cook, cooking became their responsibility. Even with their height, they need to step on a stool to reach the high stove.

After that, Tang Hao gave up completely. The main reason why his family was so poor that they didn't even have decent tables and chairs was that Tang Hao used his meager income to trade for wine.

"Dad, please drink slowly, and there is more." Tang San took Tang Hao's bowl, filled him with another bowl, and then waved to Tang Yin, "Tang Yin, take it yourself."

"Oh, here we come." Tang Yin responded, ran over, took the old bowl with several missing teeth from Tang San's hand, stood aside and drank slowly.

Tang San smiled, filled a bowl and drank it slowly.

Soon, sixty-seven percent of the pot of porridge went into Tang Hao's stomach. Although it was called porridge, it was actually half rice and water, and it didn't have that rich and thick feeling at all.

"If you have work, you two will go ahead first. I'll do it in the afternoon, and then I'll go and take a nap."

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded obediently and watched Tang Hao go back to the room and then continued to drink the porridge slowly.

"I want to continue digging wild vegetables in the afternoon, do you want to go?" Tang Yin raised his eyes and looked at Tang San.

Tang San shook his head, "I'm staying today to look after the house."

Tang Yin really wanted to say that this poor house will shed tears when it comes, but in the end he just nodded, "Then I won't leave."

"Go early and come back early." Tang San seemed to be in a good mood, "Remember to look for traps, maybe you can get extra food in the evening."

"Okay." Tang Yin climbed up on the stool and filled another bowl for himself. After drinking it, he wiped his mouth and stacked the bowl on Tang Hao's empty bowl. "I'm an expert at hunting. Look at every time I go into the mountains empty-handed." And he’s back.”

"You can be poor," Tang San smiled and shook his head, noncommittal.

"Then I'll go." Tang Yin picked up the broken backpack from the door that he had begged from the villagers for repair, waved to Tang San and left without looking back.

Tang San stared blankly at the door for a while, then let out a breath, then glanced at the cast iron with a faint black light in the corner, and muttered, "If there is this..."

……

Tang Yin ran out of the village and then slowly slowed down. He sighed and murmured, "It's so hard to pretend to be a child. Fortunately, the children of the poor have become their own family early, otherwise it would drive me crazy to stay at home every day." No. Hey - I, a middle-aged man in my 30s, still pretend to be a child and call that unreliable drunkard daddy. The most outrageous thing is that I am not the older brother among the two children."

Tang Yin muttered, walked forward slowly and sighed, whispering, "My Yin Tang I reputation is in vain... But little Tang San is indeed very pitiful, a child who is so obedient, so independent, and so good at taking care of his brothers. ...It’s just that my understanding and talent are so genius. How on earth did I learn the skills from a fairy tale book? Could it be that my golden finger is just a brother who traveled through time and became the protagonist to hold on to? But how can I do this if I continue to be raised in this family? He’s the protagonist, the villain BOSS, right?”

"Hey, little Tang Yin, where are you going?"

"Hello Grandpa Jack, I'm going to dig wild vegetables." Tang Yin stopped and greeted obediently.

"That guy Tang Hao! What are you trying to do to a child!" The kind-faced old man knocked his cane hard, "Let's go home with grandpa to get it. It's too dangerous for a child as young as you to go into the mountains."

"No need, Grandpa Jack. My brother and I have dug traps in the mountains a long time ago. I won't go far." Tang Yin had a good impression of the old man in front of him. Without him, when Tang Hao ignored the two of them, It was the village chief who saw how pitiful they were and persuaded the villagers to save them with a handful of rice and a vegetable, and also gave Tang Yin time to work hard to find a way to support his family.

"Not going far?"

"Hmm, Grandpa Jack, you know I'm not very courageous. I don't dare to go into the mountains without my brother." Tang Yin completely forgot that he had complained about how difficult it was to pretend to be a child before, but he did it so cutely.

"You have to come back before the sun goes down, you know? You have to avoid the tall grass..." Old Jack babbled for a while, fearing that he wasted time, so he let him go.

After Tang Yin said goodbye, he ran away quickly again. Fortunately, he met old Jack. His ears were not very good due to his age. Otherwise, if the villagers listened to his ramblings, they might think that he was some kind of monster and get angry. On.

By then it will be worth it.

When he arrived in the forest, Tang Yin went straight to the place where he had dug the trap. Along the way, he harvested edible wild vegetables and medicinal materials he knew, and threw them all into his basket. He just waited to return home and break them down. When he reached the trap, The backpack behind him, which was almost as tall as him, was already a third full.

Finding that the trap had been triggered, Tang Yin was moved. He put down the backpack, lay down on the edge of the trap and looked down. When he found that it was empty, he just sighed slightly, got up, restored the place to its original state, patted the soil and headed to the next trap. , the animals in this world don’t know why, they are all ghosts and ghosts.They usually eat the bait and destroy the trap before escaping.

Putting the basket on his back again, Tang Yin walked towards the second trap according to his memory. As soon as he got closer, he heard another flapping sound in the trap. He was immediately overjoyed. He lay down on the edge of the trap and looked at it. It was a pheasant with broken wings.

He jumped neatly into the pit and grabbed the pheasant by the neck, then climbed out and tied the wings and feet of the pheasant with tree vines, tied them to the edge of the broken back basket, and continued to move forward humming a little tune.

Can I give little Tang San some extra food?