A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The old man stroked his white beard and laughed: "It takes time for food to grow. During this process, we need to fertilize it, wash it with water, and pull weeds from time to time. They also need to eat, just like you children, they need to eat every day to grow up. And this process takes a while before it can bloom!"

"Flower? These sweet potatoes can bloom?"

"Of course. How can it produce sweet potatoes for you to eat if it doesn't bloom?"

After hearing what the old man said, the fool jumped up again: "How can this be possible? I have to wait three months before I can eat sweet potatoes. I am afraid I will starve to death!" He seemed very anxious. He paced there.

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed again at the child's expression. He thought it was great that he could think of this problem. He consoled him, "Don't worry about that. You can come to my house every day to eat sweet potatoes! We can save some."

The silly madman thought about it and shook his head: "No, no, I eat more than you do. What if I eat all of Grandpa's sweet potatoes in less than a month? Wouldn't Grandpa also starve?"

Seeing the sincerity of the child's words, the old man stroked his beard, thought for a while, nodded and smiled: "Oh, I didn't expect that you are so young, but your words are so reasonable!" Is it true that sweet potatoes can't last for a few months? "

The little guy held the old man's hand and begged: "So grandpa, can you help me?"

"Hiss..." The old man took a breath, paused, blinked and asked, "Child, how do you want grandpa to help you?"

"Is there any food that can be planted today and harvested tomorrow? I want to plant this kind of food!" He acted coquettishly and cutely.

"Ah?" He continued before the old man could react.

"Look, I came here from far away, I'm unfamiliar with the place, and I don't have anything on me. But I still need to eat! But I can't just run to the street and rob people! I'll definitely get beaten to death if I do that!"

The old man blinked his eyes and scratched his head. Where in the world can such a plant bear fruit tomorrow after being planted today? For a moment, he couldn't think of any solution. So he said, "Child, give me three days to think about it. I will definitely come up with a good solution for you. Wait for me here on the third morning. I will tell you!"

"Okay! No problem!" He was very happy and pulled out both branches. While pulling, he asked, "Can I borrow your hoe? I'll return it to you in three days!"

"No problem, you can take the small one! You can return it anytime!" The old man picked up the hoe and placed it on the winnowing basket, then handed him the remaining sweet potatoes in the basket.

"This is for you. If you have nothing to eat, come to the village at the foot of the mountain to find me. My house is between two big trees in the village. It's easy to find."

"Thank you, Grandpa! I understand."

After giving the instructions, the old man carried his things and went down the mountain.

The fool carried those things back several times. The last time he was carrying a long bamboo pole up the hill, he heard a duck voice quacking from somewhere.

"Oh, oh! I didn't check the almanac before going out today! Oh my, I was shot to death by a group of damn ghosts... Oh my God, am I dead or alive? Who will save me? Ah..."

The silly madman felt very strange. He looked around and only heard the voice. Where was there a person? But the voice was really ringing in the wilderness.

"Ah, I am such an unlucky guy. No one cares about me even if I shout at the top of my lungs." The voice stopped for a while, and he sighed, "I hope I won't be dressed in black in my next life. It's unlucky to look at me! Just wait to die! Just wait to die!"

The silly madman heard the voice, which seemed to come from in front of him, but he could not see anyone. He could only ask: "Hey, who is calling for help? Where are you?"

The man with the duck voice continued to nag: "Don't you see? I'm so big and standing in front of you, can't you see? Are your eyes made of needle holes?" He was almost dead, but there was no tone of asking for anything.

The silly madman thought the sound seemed to come from under his feet. He looked down suddenly and saw a black creature lying on its side on the haystack with one wing drooping, dying. Only its long, pointed mouth opened and closed as it spoke. The silly madman had never seen such a thing before and was so frightened that he jumped back and stopped.

"Who are you? How can you speak?" He was not afraid, but felt very surprised.

That black thing never had a nice word to say, "Oh, I ran into a fool. This divine bird is called Black God. Do you understand? Oh, forget it. It's all nonsense to talk to you any more. You look like a big fool. Can you save this divine bird? Oh, God, please open your eyes! Can someone more useful come over here..."

Unexpectedly, his kindness was despised. The stupid madman pouted, decided to ignore him, and left with the bamboo pole.

As soon as he left, the crow croaked anxiously: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, this divine bird was just joking with you, are you really going to leave like this?"

The stupid madman turned around and said to it: "Didn't you say that you would wait for God to send someone more useful to you? Indeed, you are right. I don't know how to save you in your current condition. Then I'd better not waste my energy." Then he turned and left.

This made the blackbird very anxious. He wanted to catch up, but he couldn't move at all. His wings were tangled in the hay and couldn't move! The only thing he could use was his mouth.

"Hey, little fool, as long as you save me, I will give you many unexpected surprises!"

The foolish madman carried it and continued to move forward. He didn't care about surprises. He sneered: "Can you eat surprises?"

The crow failed. He was the smartest bird, but he couldn't handle this little fool. He didn't believe it. So he started croaking again.

"Oh, all right, all right! As long as you are willing to save me, I am willing to be your slave! Now you should be satisfied!"

The foolish madman continued walking: "Not rare!"

Watching him walking further and further away, I became anxious and sweat came out of my eyes. Oh, my little ancestor, what do you like?

"Don't go, don't go! If you save me, how about I find you some gold and silver?" This is money! Who wouldn't be tempted? I don't believe that these words can't stop you.

The silly madman did pause. Gold and silver? He asked behind his back, "Can I eat it?"

The crow muttered: What a fool! How can gold and silver be eaten? "You can't eat them, but you can use them!"

He raised his feet and continued to move forward. "No!"

Oh! This is the first time I see someone who is not moved by gold and silver. The crow is really confused! I didn't expect to meet a ruthless person who doesn't eat meat or vegetables. My life is over! Just when he was lamenting his fate.

Recalling the first sentence the silly madman answered, "Can I eat it?" Didn't it already show that he wanted to eat something? Oh, why am I so stupid? He wanted to use his wings, but he couldn't move both wings because the grass was entangled in his wings. How could he move? He could only open his mouth and yell, "Don't go, don't go, I'll find you something to eat, I'll find you something to eat..."