I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

Shuanzi carried the bucket and stepped heavily on the mud that was still dripping with water in the early morning, making shallow pits with each foot, until he reached the stone slab, it turned into footprints with mud one by one.

Wang Daquan and Liu Youren were close to the two sides of Shuanzi, like a chick clinging to an old hen. Guiming stretched out his hand to pull the little ghost, and pointed to the little red mark on the back of his hand: "Where did you get this?" Where did you come from?"

The little ghost let out an "ah", looked at the back of his hand with a little doubt, and said blankly, "I don't know."

"Let me see..." Gui Ming put down his hand: "Fortunately, it's not too deep. When the time comes, ask Uncle Zhao to borrow some medicine to rub it. They learn martial arts, and they usually have some bruises..."

The kid let out an "oh", and walked forward with a dull head, and Gui Ming patted his shoulder again: "Stand up your back, you are already short."

The kid was unconvinced: "I'm still young!"

Guiming: "Yes, I'm still young, I'm already in my teens. A few years ago, you were married and started a business at your age..." Then he glanced at the kid's neck again: "There is also on the neck, you are given by insects. Bite it? You are still the BOSS with thin skin and tender meat."

Guiming is still dubious until now, looking at the little kid who has grown up, he turned around and became the BOSS in the dungeon, fooling the ghost.

Little ghost: "..." He pouted his mouth in a sad manner. Although he and He belong to the same boss, and they usually don't interfere with the river, but when they meet Mr. Xiao, they have to distinguish each other, and then No one got anything good.

Even if He can inflict some damage on him, do you think anyone can injure this BOSS?

But these, the little ghost couldn't explain it clearly to Guiming, he muttered: "I can't help it..." He didn't become the BOSS voluntarily, and when the village turned into a dungeon, he was still a dog The poor little girl knew nothing except the instincts of her body, and then she was beaten and killed, and then... was rescued by Guiming.

If you really give him a choice...

Guiming reached out and touched the kid's head: "It's okay, brother protects you."

Kid: "..."

He still wants to be the BOSS, he is protected by Guiming on the surface, but secretly protecting Guiming's... BOSS.

As the few people walked further and further away, the river behind them gradually disappeared, and the tree stumps submerged by the river gradually emerged from the water, and the water that was almost at the same level as the shore receded in the blink of an eye, finally revealing the muddy bottom of the river. And the river disappeared in an instant.

It's like a friend who came to meet a visitor from afar, just want to see his friend, give a gift, express his heart, confirm the friend's safety, and then leave in a hurry, come all the way from thousands of miles, just to see you .

Passing through the small field surrounded by the fence, a few green seedlings were stretched on the fence, Guiming took a look inside and was amused: "Who planted the morning glory?"

The last sentence is: "I can't eat it."

Shuanzi got tired of carrying it, so he handed it over to Wang Daquan. Hearing this, he glanced at it: "It must have been planted by the little girl next door to Aunt Huo."

Guiming climbed over the fence, being careful not to step on the seedlings: "I'll pick a few peppers and ask them to come over for dinner later."

After passing through a few more fields, Guiming had a handful of green onions, a few tomatoes, and a bunch of vegetables in his hands. The little ghost was holding a big watermelon, and Shuan Zi and Liu Youren’s hands were also stuffed with them—it was not a bumper harvest. .

On the road, I ran into a villager who was fertilizing. The villager was carrying a pole, bent over and shouted: "Mr. Xiao, come to me, the cucumbers I just planted are growing well."

Guiming waved his hand and shouted, "Enough is enough!"

When he finally arrived at Shuanzi's house, Guiming poured the fish in the bucket into the cement pool in the yard, and tied the rubber tube to the mouth of the water press. The water flows into the pool along the black rubber tube. The pressurized water machine in the countryside takes a lot of effort. Sometimes Gui Ming reads what the textbook says about the gym at school——

I think it is better to use this water press machine, that is, to exercise arm strength and press water without wasting the main thing.

The fish that Guiming catches are all black-backed grass carp and herring, which are as small as a palm and as long as an arm. The little ghosts were half-human tall, stuffed to the brim, and Guiming was afraid of suffocating a few of them along the way, but ended up being dumped into the pool, quite alive and kicking.

He stood by the pool and counted: "One, two, three...ten, eleven, twelve."

Good guy, twelve.

Wang Daquan was still pressing the water at the water machine: "Are you ready?"

Guiming: "Continue!" He came down from the pool and filled the tank with water. He originally wanted to do it himself, but seeing the other two idle around doing nothing was quite an eyesore, so he divided the work in his hands. Point: "Liu Youren, you wash this vegetable, wash it and put it in a basket, Shuanzi, go find a knife, I will cut this melon... brat... Where's the brat?!"

He got up and took a look, and pulled down the little ghost who was squatting by the pool and staring at the fish: "Don't look, I checked your homework yesterday, and you couldn't recite a lot of them. You go and get the books I gave you before, the Chinese books. Read an article in classical Chinese."

Kid: "..." He was reluctantly pushed forward by Guiming, who whispered, "Go, finish reading, I'll make a whole fish feast for you."

Kid: "Sashimi!"

Although Guiming frowned: "Eat less raw, it's not healthy." But he nodded: "Okay, sashimi."

Shuanzi took out the knife, and Guiming patted Wang Daquan: "Okay, it's hard work, you can go to the side and rest for a while." He took the handle of the knife, and borrowed the unstoppable water flow of the pressurized water machine, Start sharpening.

While grinding, he said: "Shuanzi, how long has it been since you fired at home, your knife is so blunt."

Shuanzi laughed dryly, "Mr. Xiao, I'll do this kind of thing."

"Forget it." Guiming said, "I grind it myself, and it's easier to use."

Liu Youren was washing the vegetables slowly, trying to wipe off the dust on every leaf. Wang Daquan, who was watching from the side, couldn't help it: "Brother Liu, you haven't washed the vegetables, have you? How about taking a bath with the vegetable leaves?"

Liu Youren: "..."

So washing vegetables became two people washing together, and Guiming was still sharpening the knife.

From a distance, I could hear the little ghost's whispering, soulless reading.

Guiming shouted without raising his head, "Speak louder!"

Kid: "..."

The little ghost continued to be soulless, and dragged loudly: "Jin Taiyuan—Zhong, Wuling people—fishing for a living. Walking along the stream, forgetting the distance of the road—"

Guiming couldn't help laughing while sharpening his knife, and whispered, "What are you reading?"

Then he said loudly: "Speak louder, I want you to write silently later."

Kid: "???"

He read the entire "Peach Blossom Spring", and instantly felt that my life was over. Since I gave birth to him, why should there be such things as classical Chinese?

He yelled nervously, "Brother——"

Guiming replied without emotion: "Keep reading, don't stop."

Little ghost: "..."

It's too miserable, Shuanzi covered his eyes to prevent himself from giggling too much, but Liu Youren was very curious about what the kid was reading.

He said, "What do you mean?"

Gui Ming said while sharpening his knife: "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring, written by Tao Yuanming, tells the story of a man in Wuling County who fished for a living, and then entered a magical place that he had never seen before, and the clothes of the people inside were also different from those outside. Similarly, the elderly and children lived comfortably and happily, but later they were said to be a paradise, intended to be isolated from the world, a pure land in their hearts..."

The little ghost was still reading, and Liu Youren couldn't help being fascinated by it for a while.

Gui Ming: "Knowledge learned in the second year of junior high school." He picked up the knife and looked at the sun to see if it was sharp: "You haven't learned it?"

Liu Youren glanced at Gui Ming, shook his head, and said cautiously: "Sir, we come from a world different from yours."

Gui Ming nodded: "Understood."

In fact, it has been expected for a long time, but at this time, I got a positive answer.

He put down the knife, supported the water press, pressed it a few times, cleaned the surface of the knife with water, and began to water and cut the melon. With a "click", red juice swayed down the gap, and the watermelon was split into two pieces. Half.

Liu Youren couldn't help but wince.

Guiming cut the melon into several slices neatly, and said in his mouth: "I remember when I saw Taohuayuan, I wondered if there are many isolated places like this in the world we live in, where the people enjoy themselves, Until one day, outsiders broke in and disturbed the peace of the people inside..."

Liu Youren felt that the words meant something, so he didn't dare to answer them.

Guiming pointed to the cut watermelon: "Come and eat the melon."

He called Shuanzi again: "Shuanzi, take a few pieces and send them to Aunt Huo."

Shuanzi said hello.

After Shuanzi left, Guiming shook off the water stains on his hands, looked at the shivering Liu Youren, and thought it was a little funny: "You really don't have to be afraid of me."

Liu Youren hesitated in his words: "Mr. Xiao... I think... that outsiders intruding into a place like Peach Blossom Spring will break the tranquility that Peach Blossom Spring should have. Good thing."

Guiming: "...Oh?"

Liu Youren: "Peach Blossom Land is certainly beautiful. The good side is the comfortable status quo. There are no foreign enemies, and everyone enjoys their own enjoyment. The bad side is that they are stagnant. If they can receive the information brought by outsiders, they may even turn them around. Absorb and become one of our own. For the entire Taohuayuan, everything outside is no longer nothingness, and it is no longer completely defenseless in the face of danger."

Guiming was amused by his oblique words, trying to surrender to him.

He couldn't help laughing, and asked him, "Is the melon delicious?"

Although Liu Youren didn't know what else was going on here, Gua was innocent, so he nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Guiming: "Eat more if it tastes good," he gave another piece to Wang Daquan.

The little ghost has already read: "The prefect will send people to follow him, to find what he wants, and then get lost and never find the way.".

Before Guiming said a word, Liu Youren couldn't help but think deeply again. Smart people are prone to overthinking, and Guiming didn't intend to explain to him again. He really just made a joke just now, and didn't mean to hit at all, but Since the crooked hit is right—then let’s hit it right.

Guiming decided to go with the flow and do whatever he wanted.

He began to prepare to kill the fish. When he was killing the fish, Liu Youren and Wang Daquan watched him intently. He slapped and sliced ​​the fish very neatly, so Liu Youren said: "Mr. Xiao's knife skills are very beautiful. "

Although he is a fraudster who lives in a place like Blue Star that has lost social order, besides a deceitful mouth, there are of course many ways to save his life. Relationship is really just an ordinary level breaker, he can also pass the first level very quickly, as long as he crosses the hurdle in his heart - the heart that swings a knife at the same kind.

"I started cooking before I was ten years old." Guiming said, "I was with my grandma and met a cook..."

While talking, Shuan Zi came back empty-handed.

Guiming asked, "Have the melons been delivered?"

Shuanzi nodded: "I also said that you will have a whole fish feast later, invite the villagers to eat together, and tell them to come over after finishing their work."

Guiming: "It's definitely late at noon, and it's almost the same in the evening, when the crowd is the most crowded."

Shuan Zi nodded, and said, "What did you just say about the cook?"

Guiming said "oh": "...it's the master I worshiped when I was learning how to cook."

When Guiming was speaking, in another copy——

In the back kitchen of the restaurant, which was hung with cobwebs and covered with dust, and with a long zigzag table, flickering lights kept flickering, and then ten gas stoves lined up on the table suddenly ignited flames, obviously none of them could be seen. People, however, seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. The iron pan swayed and fell on the flames, and the knife on the chopping board kept chopping invisible objects, accompanied by screams that hissed and cracked lungs.

A group of passers-by shivered and huddled together in a corner of the kitchen.

At this moment, the head chef with a big belly, wearing a chef's clothes covered in dark blood and oil stains, whose original color can no longer be seen, came from the dark, and just about to open his mouth, he couldn't help but slapped a sneeze—

"Who is thinking of me?"

He wiped his nose, and said a little puzzled.