The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

The mountains on both sides are undulating, and the forest sea is vast. Looking up from a distance, the green forest is like an ocean, and it is connected together. If you are a traveler who is resting, you will sigh the natural scenery, but Song Qishu is nervous. Stare at the compass in your hand.

The pointer spins wildly and completely fails.

He frowned and simply threw the compass into his backpack, and walked in with his intuition to find the way out.

The more he walked in, the more trees there were, one after the other, covered most of the sky, and the fragmented sunlight fell from the gap above his head to let him know that it was still daytime, but after exploring for a while, he found something was wrong. Here, let alone animals, you can't even see a flower.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but there was no signal. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling like he was asking for guilt.It's not good to stay at home well, he has no body, he has to go out with those lunatics to play some live broadcast of adventures in deep mountains and old forests, he is an otaku who lacks exercise, he can find out what, he is lost after falling behind.

Enduring the soreness in his legs, he staggered and walked through the woods for an unknown period of time. His pain suddenly disappeared, his steps became lighter and lighter, and even his hunger disappeared.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes in a trance, and subconsciously reminded him that his food was only two days' worth, and he didn't feel hungry after walking for an unknown period of time. After struggling, he let his already heavy eyelids close, and fell straight down.

"Wake up!"

A ray of light was revealed in the darkness, and slowly spread, the dazzling light stimulated the sleeping person from the outside world.

"Wake up! Hey, this kid sleeps quite heavily."

Song Qishu subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the light, thinking that he was still muttering a few words in his dream as usual, but just as the words reached his mouth, a tantalizing scent came over his nostrils, which blocked his throat and made him feel like a dream Waking up, he sat up abruptly.

"..."

The scene in front of him stunned him. The table in front of him, the beams, and the bed under him were all made of wood, and even smelled faintly of sandalwood. With a slight movement, the quilt on his body fell to the ground.

He jumped out of bed barefoot and picked up the quilt. He could just see the pot in the yard from the tallow tree not far away, where the smell of food came from.

Song Qishu searched the room for a long time but couldn't find his green backpack, so he had no choice but to open the door and walked towards the pot curiously.

The stew that was boiling, the soft side rose and fell with the boiling water, an old man looked like fennel, a large amount of aniseed was thrown into the pot for stirring, he couldn't hold back swallowing for a moment I swallowed my saliva.

Really hungry.

"Hey, I thought you were going to sleep until next year, what are you looking at? Come here!"

It was only then that Song Qishu noticed that there was an old man with a white beard sitting next to the pot. He looked energetic and energetic, and his ears trembled when he roared.

"Old man, did you call me?" He pointed to himself suspiciously, not to mention where he was, but who was this old man, he just felt confused and confused.

"It doesn't matter who you are, there are only two living people here, you and me, why roll over here in a daze, I leave the mixing work to you, old man, I still have delicious food."

The old man picked up the honeycomb he bought and gradually turned it black under the high-temperature roasting. The bee pupae hidden inside gradually swelled up, making a sound like oil sizzle.Song Qishu shrugged his nose, couldn't help but slowly straightened up, stood opposite, staring at the hive in front of him with bright eyes.The saliva in Old Man Li's mouth couldn't help but flooded, but as a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, how could he not be perfect, he still turned over the hive leisurely, waiting for the most suitable moment.

All right!

The old man, who was staring at the hive, quickly placed the hive on the clean thatch, pulled out his chopsticks and inserted the end of the chopsticks into the side of the hive, pulled it hard, and opened it, revealing the white, tender and yellowish bee pupae inside.Cut off two pieces of half-finger-thick honey and spread them on the bee pupae. When the crystallized honey meets the high-temperature bee pupae, it instantly melts into a clear liquid state, penetrates into the hive, and wraps the bee pupae tightly.

The old man slapped away Song Qishu's hand that wanted to steal it, took four clean hard grass roots from the clean thatch, passed two over, and said: "It's done."

Song Qishu couldn't wait any longer, he directly picked up the bee pupa that was closest to him, and put it in his mouth.

The sweetness of honey swept across the mouth in an instant. When the molars were bitten lightly, the hot bee chrysalis exploded in the mouth, and a smell more fragrant than barbecue burst into the brain, which made people want to stop.

The two were so hungry that they couldn't even speak, they only knew how to pick up, stuff into their mouths, chew and swallow repeatedly.

Hundreds of bee pupae in the honeycomb disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. After eating, he reluctantly picked up the honeycomb that was no longer hot, and gnawed all the places coated with honey until he couldn't eat it.

Song Qishu broke off a piece of honeycomb that had already been baked and put it in his mouth. The crispy taste reminded him of the honey baked biscuits he had eaten before.

After they were full, the two lay down on each other, touching their stomachs contentedly.

The old man put the spoon into Song Qishu's hand who was still thinking, and didn't care whether he was willing or not. He took out a cigarette pouch from the chair beside him, and began to puff.

"Cough cough!"

Although he also smokes, the feeling of smoking second-hand smoke is really f*cking unpleasant!

He asked cautiously, "Where is this place, the buildings here are really retro, isn't it a resort?"

The old man tapped the ashes on the cigarette pouch and clicked his tongue, "Finally I spoke, old man, I thought I picked up a dumb person, then I'm not at a loss, why are you staring? Don't stop and continue stirring for me."

Reassuring himself to respect the old and love the young, and abide by the traditional virtues, Song Qishu took a deep breath and smiled.

"It seems that you saved me? Thank you for saving my life. Have you seen the bag I'm carrying? It's green and very big."

"Bao? Is that green one? I threw the woodshed away, and I'm going to burn it later..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw the young man rushing out, scurrying around in the yard like a fly.

Sighing, he reminded, "The one on the left is the woodshed."

The boy let out a cry of surprise, obviously found what he was looking for, and then tiptoed over with his bag in his arms.

He hugged the bag in his hand tightly, and he felt very apprehensive. He happened to catch sight of this pure ecological green village when he went out, and he couldn't help but feel drummed in his heart. Is there really such an ancient village now?Not all of them are from TV dramas, no matter how bad they are, they are protected buildings or used as farmhouses. Looking at the thatched cottages just now, they probably don’t even have electricity.

But it's useless to think too much. If he has a chance to find out more clearly, he still needs to solve the food problem first. He shook his head, sat back where he was, and continued to stir the stew in the pot.

The old man with white beard raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he didn't expect this kid to be quite good.

"Are you a stranger? I have never seen your clothes before."

Song Qishu tugged on the camouflage uniform on his body, finally feeling a little more realistic, and casually chatted to him, "Huh? Well, my hometown is quite far from here, and it's my first time here."

After hesitating for a while, he continued to ask, "Well, sir, let me ask you something, what year is it now?"

The old man's beard trembled, his eyes stared blankly at him for a while, and finally he uttered a sentence, "You can ask Chao Dai, this is Dagao Village in the 21st year of Yong Yuan."

Unfamiliar era, unfamiliar place names, Song Qishu felt dizzy in an instant, who knew that he didn't want to play time-traveling at all, what's so good about time-traveling, his games, his hands and his computer, he couldn't do without them at all.