Douluo follows the leisurely life of the protagonist group

"Mistress, are you going home to cook for your dad?"

Nan Mu and Tang San arrived at the village, and then they walked to the west, chatting while walking.

Tang San's home lived on the west side of Holy Soul Village. At the head of the village, the three adobe houses were the simplest in the entire village. There is a small wooden sign with a hammer painted on it, and you can tell it is a blacksmith shop at a glance.

Nanmu's family is located in the easternmost part of Shenghun Village. His family's house is a two-story villa. There is also a small garden and a small vegetable patch. It can be said that the Nanmu family is the richest in the village.

Because Nanmu's parents had a deep understanding of the hardships of poor families, Nanmu's parents led the entire village to engage in food management. They grew food, and Nanmu's parents helped them buy and package it. The money they earned was distributed according to work. Nanmu's family gets 20%, and the rest is divided among each family.

Because the quality of agricultural products is good, the sales in the market are good. Holy Soul Village gradually became prosperous with the help of Nan Mu's family.

People in Shenghun Village admired Nanjing Dai Yuan and his wife and took great care of Xiao Nanmu. It can be said that Nanmu's parents are the most prestigious people in this village. Everyone was very grateful to these two for their help and often sent fruits and vegetables to Nan Mu’s family.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Nan Mu? She's still so beautiful! She's working out with the Tang family boy! Xiao San just likes to exercise. I'll give you two pumpkins to replenish your body!"

An old woman passing by greeted the two of them cordially. Take two pumpkins out of the basket and give them to two people.

The two of them insisted on not wanting it, but the old lady insisted on giving it, and finally they accepted it after struggling for a while. The old woman was smiling all over her face, and then Nan Mu said "Goodbye, grandma" and left.

"Everyone is so enthusiastic, mistress!"

Nan Mu held a big pumpkin and looked at Tang San stupidly.

"That's because your family has brought wealth to the village, and everyone in the village is very grateful to your family."

"Xiaomu, thank you! Without your help, it would be difficult for our family to survive. I will protect you from now on, no one can bully you!"

There was a look of perseverance in Tang San's eyes. His family relied on Nan Mu's constant help to support his family. His father drank every day and couldn't keep any spare money.

Fortunately, the gift was food, otherwise Tang San would not be as healthy as he is now, and his strength would also be greatly increased. After all, it’s easy to practice when you’re well fed!

"By the way, Xiaomu. My father won't go with me when the martial arts awakens tomorrow. However, if I have soul power, he supports me to become a soul master. And since your father talked with my father, he has become It’s different.”

Tang San's eyes showed a bit of joy. Although he was alone in his previous life and met an irresponsible father in this life, as his father gradually became more responsible, he felt like home.

"My dad said, well, Brother Hao is a man with stories. I had a few drinks with him that day and we had a great conversation."

Nan Mu said in a low voice, and then the two of them laughed.

As time passed, the two came to a small dilapidated house. A middle-aged man came out. He looks about fifty years old, but has a very tall and burly figure. The torn robe is worn on his body, revealing the bronze skin underneath.

His facial features were regular, but they were covered with a layer of waxy yellow. He looked sleepy, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest. The beard on his face has not been trimmed for countless days. His eyes were sharp, and even though the night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body still hit his nostrils.

"Oh, Xiaomu is here. Mistress, go and entertain. I'm going out to do something."

After Tang Hao finished speaking, he left without taking a single cloud with him.

"Your dad has such a personality!"

Nan Mu couldn't help but admire it.

"Okay, come in quickly. Leave him alone."

Tang San opened the dilapidated door and brought Nan Mu in. Then, he asked Nan Mu to stay in the living room for a while while he went to cook pumpkin porridge.

Nan Mu started looking around at Tang San's house. Except for the previous few times when he and Nan Jing came to Tang San's house to talk about business, he had never observed Tang San's house in detail.

"Uncle Tang is a little strange today. Shouldn't he be sleeping at this time? I don't know what to do when I run out. Oh my God, there's not even a bench here, just some shabby furniture. How did the mistress grow so big? The mistress Pitiful!"

Nan Mu looked at the figure busy in the kitchen, then looked at himself, and couldn't help but sigh. In his previous life, he was probably even worse off than Tang San. He didn't even know who his parents were, and he grew up alone in an orphanage. Now that he is reborn, he can fully feel the love that he should have in childhood. It can be said that every family has sutras that are difficult to recite.

After Nan Mu finished admiring the four walls of his family, he stood there blankly. A little white light spot appears around the body, which is like spiritual energy being inhaled into the body.

"Are you just standing here like this? Why don't you sit down? Well, I actually forgot that there is no place to sit at my house. Come back and get some benches."

"Hurry up and have some porridge, hurry up! It's just made!"

Tang San looked at Nan Mu standing in front of him, and he felt that there was a very strong Qi around him. His Xuantian Kung seems to be a little loose. This is not like the energy of any skill, because it should be the force of nature.

Tang San pretended not to see it, holding Nan Mu just to eat.

"Wow! It's so hot! Mistress, you don't want to hurt me!"

Nan Mu's mouth was burned by the porridge, and he fanned his mouth with his hand to cool down.

"I'm speechless, Xiaomu! You can also perm this!"

Tang San rolled his eyes at Nan Mu, saying that you are really stupid and I don't know you.

After a full meal, Nan Mu, who had already eaten, covered her huge belly and lay on the grass outside Tang San's house like a pregnant woman. There were blue silver grass everywhere.

"Mistress, I bet your martial spirit is this blue and silver grass, hehe!"

Nan Mu smiled evilly and said, I heard from the goddess that the protagonist's martial spirit is a fool. Although I don't know what kind of fool it is, but don't worry about it.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you up! I bet your martial spirit is like a pig, and you are the laziest if you act like a pig every day!"

Tang San made a headlock with his backhand, pressing Nan Mu under him, dealing a burst of damage to him.

Who knows, the two guessed each other right but not completely.

The two of them competed with each other in martial arts outside. In fact, Tang San was just practicing his skills, while Nan Mu was just getting beaten. Tang San also secretly taught Nan Mu some skills, and although Nan Mu said he didn't know how to do it, he had a good physique, so it wouldn't be a problem to fight Tang San for a few rounds.

Under Tang San's constant teaching, Nanmu was gradually able to fight Tang San for more than a dozen rounds, although he still had the Three-legged Cat Kung Fu.