[Crossing] The swordsmith of the god of immortality

Mother Jiang passed out after hearing the news.Everyone hurriedly carried her into the house.

When Su Shaobai put on bunts and ran to the outer room, those people had already carried Jiang's mother to the door of the outer room. The gap between the crowd was enough for him to see clearly that there was indeed a black thin-skinned coffin outside the opened courtyard door.

Su Shaobai hurriedly lowered his head to make way for the neighbors who were carrying Jiang's mother.

"Boy, who are you from their family?" The black-faced man at the head asked strangely when he saw his strange eyes.

"She's my aunt." Su Shaobai bit his lower lip and pointed to the fainted mother Jiang.Before going to fetch water yesterday, Jiang's mother told him that when asked by people in Zhuangzi, she said it was her nephew.

The big man nodded, commanded everyone to send Jiang's mother to the east room, and then called Su Shaobai over. In the room, apart from the unconscious Jiang's mother and Jiang Moyu who was still sleeping on the bed, he was the only one left.

The big man touched the top of his head and said earnestly, "Son, when your aunt wakes up, tell her that the owner of your uncle's funeral will send someone to take care of it, and someone will come to arrange it later." He took out a small black cloth bag and held it in the palm of his hand, pinched the corner with his right hand and opened the two or three layers of the bag, revealing two round beads inside, and stuffed them all into his palm, "This is a pension from the owner, you Put it away first, and hand it over to her later."

Su Shaobai looked down at the beads in his hand and was shocked.What!The death pension is only two beads?No wonder Jiang's mother didn't take his beads yesterday, she was an idiot who spent 1 yuan to buy mineral water from others!

"My name is Du Wen. If you have anything to do, you can find me at the house with the second black lacquer gate at the east end of the village." The black-faced man suddenly stopped, staring carefully at Su Shaobai who raised his head, and asked a little puzzled , "Son, what's your name, have you tested your spiritual roots? With your appearance, it's impossible that you don't have spiritual roots."

Lingen?Yesterday Jiang's mother talked about spiritual origin, and today this one in front of her speaks about spiritual root.Is it the same thing?Su Shaobai was confused by the question, but Jiang Moyu was woken up just in time, got up from the bed, bit his finger in confusion, and stared at everyone curiously with round eyes.

"My name is Su Shaobai." He shook his head to express that he didn't know anything else, and was anxious to take care of Jiang Moyu.

The big man thought he said he had no spiritual roots, and shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity!" He got up and led everyone out.Thinking about it, children with spiritual roots would not come to their small village, they would have been taken back by the fairy elders long ago.

All the people in the room left in an instant, leaving only the thin-skinned coffin carried into the yard, Jiang's mother lying on the bed, and Jiang Moyu who didn't know what happened.

Orphaned and widowed, childhood memories overlapped, thinking of these four words, Su Shaobai's heart was poked extremely sour.

The dead are gone, no matter what, let's take care of the living first.

He sighed, carried Jiang Moyu down, and helped her wash her face, but made trouble with the braids, and couldn't do it several times.Jiang Moyu pushed him away with a pout, and made it crookedly by herself.

Instructing the little girl to sit on the small bench at the entrance of the east room, while looking at Mother Jiang on the bed, Su Shaobai started to light a fire in the stove, and decided to cook some porridge for breakfast.

The rice vat is placed next to the cabinet and is waist-high to an adult, but there is less than one-third of the rice in it.Su Shaobai shook his head, the Jiang family's life seemed to be really stretched.

He turned around to look for a bowl of rice in the cupboard, but accidentally caught a glimpse of yesterday's sesame seed cake wrapped in sackcloth placed in the corner by Mother Jiang.Originally, he wanted to leave it for Father Jiang to eat, right?Su Shaobai stared at the sesame seed cake for a while, as if someone squeezed it hard in his heart, feeling very uncomfortable.

After washing the rice and putting it in the pot, Su Shaobai saw that there were still two handfuls of wild vegetables in the basket Jiang Moyu carried yesterday, so he had an idea, washed the wild vegetables, chopped them and put them in the pot, and added some salt.Although hot wild vegetables are healthy, the taste is really not flattering. In his previous life, he only saw this kind of food on the weight loss recipes posted on the Internet. Now the three people in this room don't need to lose weight, so they should find a way to eat more.

The Jiang family looked so cold, so oil must be a rare commodity. He didn't dare to think about the small oil pot on the stove, but he shouldn't be scolded for cooking porridge.

As soon as the lid was put on the pot, Jiang Moyu called his mother to jump up from the small bench, probably Jiang's mother woke up.

"Auntie, you can rest for a while, I've already cooked the porridge." Su Shaobai walked into the east room, held down Jiang's mother who was about to get up, and comforted her.

She stared blankly at Su Shaobai for a few seconds, her eyes froze, she seemed to be recalling who he was, and seemed to be understanding what he meant, the moment her eyes turned back to Qingming, she suddenly covered her face with the quilt Howling.

Jiang Moyu stood at the head of the bed holding the quilt, looking up at her mother whose shoulders were twitching, her eyes were full of doubts.

The breakfast was unusually quiet, and what made Su Shaobai feel more comforted was that Jiang's mother didn't question the vegetable porridge he made, but she just drank a bowl reluctantly, but Jiang Moyu seemed to like vegetable porridge very much Taste, even drink two bowls.

After dinner, Su Shaobai conveyed Du Wen's words to Jiang's mother clearly, and carefully stuffed the little black cloth bag into her hand.A bean-sized tear fell on the back of Su Shaobai's hand, scalding his heart achingly.Jiang Moyu ignorantly listened to the general idea, and when she saw her mother crying, she also began to wipe her tears.His father, it seems that he will not come back again!

Su Shaobai was helpless against the weeping mother and daughter, and the person sent by the owner to help with the funeral appeared just in time.Arrange the mourning hall, prepare various burial utensils, arrange people to notify the neighbors, and confirm the burial place and time.Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, as if he had done it thousands of times proficiently, so he couldn't help but wonder, the owner here also runs a funeral business?

The noon sun was a bit poisonous, and the crops on the ground were scorched, and their heads were slightly drooping.

Accompanied by the sound of hoarse and mocking drums, a crooked funeral procession carried a black thin-skinned coffin and held up more than ten white spiritual streamers. They came out of the loess road at the west entrance of Taipingzhuang and went straight to Fulu Mountain.

Immediately behind the coffin were two young adults, all dressed in white, with mournful expressions.It was Mother Jiang, Jiang Moyu and Su Shaobai.Su Shaobai didn't have to go, but externally, he was Jiang's mother's nephew in name, and internally, he always wanted to help the Jiang family with something unconsciously.So I accompanied Jiang's mother and daughter in filial piety and walked at the front of the team.Let’s say goodbye to his past self. He was still looking forward to it last night. It would be great if everything in front of him was a dream. Even if he opened his eyes this morning and found himself lying on a hospital bed covered in plaster Okay, it doesn't matter how cold the nurse's expression is.Now it seems that he has to accept the reality!

The slow-moving team stopped at the foot of Fulu Mountain East Peak according to the time.

The neighbors who held the flags inserted the spiritual flags sparsely on the ground, lit three pillars of earth incense, and the four big men steadily carried the black leather coffin into the pre-dug earth pit, accompanied by the new A round of drum music began to fill in the soil in turn.

Thirty or forty villagers who came to mourn the funeral gathered in front of the banners, both young and old, most of them looked blank.The fireworks of spirit streamers and joss sticks flutter occasionally, making it even more lonely.

"Jiang's fourth life is good! To be buried here with the gift of the Immortal Lord." Someone from the villagers behind was discussing in a low voice, and there was no lack of envy in his tone.

Good luck? Abandoning his wife and daughter and lying here before the age of 30 is called good luck?Your three views have been taken for fishing?Su Shaobai supported Jiang's mother, whose face was full of tears, with the soles of his shoes to crush the clods of soil at his feet, no matter how irritable his heart was, he had to swallow all the words in his stomach.The righteous master didn't even speak, and there was no way for him with unknown origin to speak.

Thank you for the popular science of the villagers who were walking on the road just now.

Only now did he know that the thousands of miles of land around Fulu Mountain belonged to those great fairy masters.If Zhuang Min is allowed to be buried at the foot of the mountain after his death, it is equivalent to gaining immortal energy, which is a gift from the immortal master.

Fairy Lord?Landlord is almost the same!In his previous life, this feudal legacy had been put into books for decades!

Looking at the earthen tomb that was about to be filled in front of him, Su Shaobai sighed secretly. To be honest, he was very dissatisfied with this assembly line-style efficient and urgent process, and always felt that they were being perfunctory.It's a pity that Jiang's mother is unable to question, and there is no room for him to speak here.

The people behind were still chattering, as if this handful of loess was a great honor, Su Shaobai almost suffered internal injuries, and Jiang's mother beside him pursed her lips tightly, her complexion getting worse and worse.

As if to see through people's state of mind, the sky also turned gloomy, the wind was obviously much stronger than before, and the spirit banners were blown up and flying horizontally.The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building.Su Shaobai's right eyelid twitched wildly, feeling faintly uneasy, always feeling that something would happen soon.

Sure enough, after the ceremony was over and they were sent home, the person in charge of the funeral called Mama Jiang, and after hesitating, she still spoke, "Jiang's family, you know, the house here on the west side was lent by the fairy master to the miners. We live here, now your family... the owner of the house just wants to help you delay, I'm afraid it won't last for a few days, so you should move out early and go to relatives!"

Tears welled up in Jiang's mother's eyes again, and she hurriedly wiped them off with her hands, nodding her head carelessly.The man shook his head, sighed and walked eastward.

What, the landlord wants to take the house back?Su Shaobai, who was standing behind Jiang's mother, almost cried out in astonishment.Added insult to injury?This owner is too ruthless!

"Auntie, why do they take your house?" Su Shaobai asked Mother Jiang anxiously as soon as he entered the door.Just after losing their husbands, people have to move out. Isn't this going to force them to death?

Jiang's mother patted Jiang Moyu's head with absent-minded eyes. She also felt uncomfortable, and there was just someone who could listen to her babble.

This Fulu Mountain, the land with a radius of thousands of miles around is owned by the fairy owner. If the villagers in the village farm for a living, they need to pay [-]% of the rent at the end of each year, which will be collected by the owner and exchanged for pearl coins. Fairy Lord.

"Pearl coins?" Su Shaobai remembered that the uncle named Du Wen gave him the two beads in the purse of the original owner today, so it should be the one he was talking about.

Mother Jiang nodded and told him by the way that one pearl coin can be exchanged for 150 copper coins.The price of every hundred catties of grain is about [-] copper coins.

Su Shaobai couldn't help clicking his tongue, his two beads are actually quite valuable.

In the peaks to the north of Fulu Mountain, there is a strange columnar stone hidden, which everyone calls Yanshi.It is said that the flame stone is a necessity for the immortal masters of Fulu Mountain to practice immortality, and it consumes a lot.Therefore, the fairy master recruited a large number of miners to mine in Fulu Mountain for their daily cultivation needs.

The price for the fairy master to buy flame stones is extremely high, and each catty of flame stones is almost 1000 to 300 percent more expensive than [-] catties of grain. Villagers at the foot of the mountain usually rent three or four acres of land, and the yield per mu is about [-] to [-] catties. Excluding the rent, the average monthly cost is only more than [-] copper coins. If you are a miner, as long as you can dig five catties of flame stones, you will have nearly [-] copper coins.Comparing the two, the villagers are naturally flocking to it, and everyone wants to work as a miner at the North Peak of Fulu Mountain.

It's a pity that stones like Yanshi are very strange. Ordinary people will feel dizzy and sweaty when they get close to it. If they stay for half a cup of tea, they will not only vomit, but they will have to lie down for at least three days before going home. .

"Is that the stone in the yard?" From the looks of it, this stone called Flame Stone seems to have radiation?At this moment, Su Shaobai understood why Jiang's mother asked him such a strange question yesterday.But he really didn't feel anything.

Mother Jiang nodded and continued.

According to the fairy master, only people with a spiritual source can get close to the flame stone without being affected.Therefore, only such people can mine flame stones as miners.

It's a pity that people with spiritual sources are as rare as people with spiritual roots, and you can't find one in ten.And most of the villagers around here can only continue to farm honestly.

Speaking of this, Jiang's mother and Su Shaobai looked at each other meaningfully, both of them knew that Su Shaobai must have a spiritual source.