Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

During this period of time in Lao Yaotou's life, he was living in an ups and downs.

It is absolutely magnificent to connect all the people who moved and lived outside the customs to form a work.

But as far as every ordinary person is concerned, their survival is insignificant.

If one could read and edit Lao Yaotou's life from a God's perspective, there would be exciting highlights and it would make people hate that steel cannot be made, but none of them can be missing.

Lao Yao leaned his head against the stone mill in the courtyard, holding a pipe in his mouth, watching the stars in the night sky blinking delicately and prudently, thinking to himself, is this a difficult time?

Yao Bing circled around his father, holding the skinned Qiuzishucha in his hand, whipping the grinding disc as he ran.

"Master, there is snow falling on my face, it feels cold."

"It's not snow, it's frost."

"Master, where did the frost come from?"

"Frost falls from the big stars."

This coolness is the most clean and clear, silently accumulating. It is a rare order in a world of chaos and suffering. It is consistent with the shape of the soul.

After banging his pipe and pot, old Yao Tou said: "Let's go back and eat."

Yao Bing refused: "If you don't leave, I will have to fight it for 300 rounds."

As he spoke, he pumped the sanding disc hard.

Old Yao Tou just wanted to speak.

I heard laughter coming from the door of the courtyard.

Old Yao's head and body trembled.

Yao Bing dropped the branch and ran over: "Master!"

Zhao Chuanxin took his arm and pulled him three feet off the ground.

Said: "A few days ago, in Shanhaiguan, there was a little donkey with as fine bones as you. Not to mention fighting for 300 rounds, it had been fighting with the millstone for ten years, and it only lost a layer of skin."

"..." Yao Bing said excitedly: "Master, will you bring me something delicious?"

"My teacher will take you out to eat every day this time."

Old Yao's face showed bitterness.

Sure enough, the day has finally arrived...

Welcoming Zhao Chuanxin into the house, under his cloak, he took out rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, coarse cloth, honey, cooking pot, welding smoke, match, etc.

There is a warehouse hidden under the cloak.

But old Yaotou still had a gloomy face, and he was not willing to trade for his eldest grandson no matter how much he had.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin took another bag of silver coins and placed it on the Kang table.

Old Yaotou and his family all came.

Yao Bing worshiped Zhao Chuanxin as his teacher and went out to study with him, which was a big deal for them.

Zhao Chuanxin noticed that everyone else's eyes were bright when they looked at the silver coins, but old Yao Tou looked depressed.

"Take Yao Bing away, it's not like he won't come back. Man, cheer up." Zhao Chuanxin comforted.

"Yes, Dad, Mr. Zhao is a capable person. Doubao will be better off following his orders than living with us."

"Dad, if you study under a master, wouldn't it be true that the master will come back sooner or later?"

"Don't think too much, eat well and drink well..."

Old Yaotou wanted to curse - when I came back, I was just coming back. When I left, I was a little kid, and when I came back, I was just like you, a loser with no rare meat. How could it be the same?

Yao Bing, more or less, realized something was wrong at this time. He raised his head and sucked in his nose and asked, "Master, why don't I have enough to eat these many things?"

Zhao Chuanxin flipped his hand and found more snacks and preserved fruits.

Yao Bing was overjoyed.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, wondering if the boy would still be happy before going to bed tomorrow night.

When children go out and leave their grandparents, they can watch everything fresh during the day, but when it's time to go to bed, they will definitely miss home and cry.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the cooked food he had just packed in the canteen of the Mining Bureau and had another meal with the whole family.

While pushing the cups and changing the cups, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Let him say it at least once a year, whether it is Mid-Autumn Festival or New Year's Day, and send him back to reunite with you. Say it two or three more times. I won't send him back this year. After all, he just left."

After hearing this, Lao Yaotou took a cup of it himself, his eyes turned red.

It was good to drink like this, but soon I drank too much for myself.

The rest of the people were in a fair mood, including Yao Bing's father and mother. The money Zhao Chuanxin gave them twice together was enough for their family to have another litter of children, and even recruiting a son-in-law wouldn't be a problem.

Moreover, becoming a disciple is not about selling one's children, and there is no shame in saying so. If someone refuses to become a disciple, they still have to pay Shu Xiu. There is really nothing to complain about when Zhao Chuan pays for his salary.

After Yao Bing had eaten and drank enough, she lay down on the kang, poking her butt out for a while before falling asleep while blowing snot from her nose.

When old Yao Tou was drunk and unconscious, the drinking party broke up.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the yard, sat beside the millstone, looked up at the stars, and suddenly felt a little tired.

Don't look at the fact that he drank a lot of people tonight, but he actually didn't drink at all.

He understood a truth very early on: there is no real once-and-for-all in this world. People who pursue once and for all are actually making passive progress. They feel that victory is right in front of them, but they are so close but never reach it.

People who don’t want to settle down once and for all, but just want to make progress actively, will have an easier life.

How can we be truly "easy"? The answer is that you don’t have to work hard, just lie down every day and you will be “relaxed”.

In the past two years, he has been running against his nature, almost, just a little bit, he became a diligent person...

In the past two days, Zhao Chuanxin and Li Guangzong called and discussed a new possibility.

Cixi wanted to move Zhao Chuanxin to a remote place in a remote area to avoid harming their ancestral heritage.

But in Li Guangzong's view, this land seemed to be tailor-made for Zhao Chuanxin.

Perhaps there is a miraculous effect of "fighting fire with fire". After all, that piece of land is meat that has already reached the stomach and can even fly. If Zhao Chuanxin passes by, at worst it will not be worse than the original history!

After thinking wildly for a while, Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Code".

[We finally made preparations. Before my gold coins were consumed, we recruited sailors and prepared to board the ship. 】

[At this time, many bankrupt residents of Red Island came to me and begged me to take them to the cursed desert to seek opportunities and a way out. For this, they were willing to pay the travel expenses. 】

[Since I still need to replenish supplies for the voyage, I agreed. 】

[But when they boarded the ship, I found a figure in the crowd wearing a cloak and always bowing his head. He looked very familiar. 】

[I stopped this person and ordered him to raise his head. 】

[Sure enough, this person is a female monk. 】

[I sneered and said: Others need to pay the fare to board the ship, but you have to pay a higher price. 】

[The female monk had no choice but to take out a piece of leather from her backpack: This is Balrog leather. There is not much. I can make a vest and use it as my shipping fare. 】

[I took charge of my ship. I collected the Balrog Skin and let her board the ship. I ordered my brothers and sisters, elf scouts and craftsmen, as well as the recruited sailors, to keep strict surveillance on the female monk. 】

【We set sail! 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" and took out the Balrog leather.

You can make a bigger vest for your apprentice, after all, he is very tall at his age.

The remaining material can also be used to make two knee pads.

Zhao Chuanxin cut open the Balrog's skin, dug out two holes, and fastened it into a simple vest. Make a slit in the back and sew three buttonholes in the front to complete the work.

After everything was done, he went to sleep.

For a child, one mile is enough to miss home, and one day's longing is like a sea of ​​rocks.