Every time he comes to the illusion of martial arts, Yang Lin always can’t tell whether it is a real or a fake world.

It will hurt if you are injured.

If you are stabbed, you will die.

Everyone we meet is flesh and blood, sad and joyful...

It’s like all the old things that happened in another time and space.

He is just one of the sentient beings in the endless starry sky and the infinite world. He witnesses the past and cannot change anything.

No matter how hard he tried, he seemed to be a bystander.

I saw it, moved, hated, and angry, but in the end I was just a passerby.

Just like the half-baby named Zhou Hongyi whom I am now playing, he is still hungry and endures the discomfort and works hard just to avoid starving to death.

...

Following a dilapidated street southwest of Quanzhou City, Yang Lin turned two turns and walked into a small restaurant with nowhere to stay.

Hesitated in front of the store for a while, gritted his teeth and walked in.

"Sister Yun, this is today's firewood. Do you see if you can..."

Yang Lin was carrying the wet firewood and gasping heavily, looking at the woman in the room embarrassedly.

A woman is wearing a handkerchief and is wearing flour.

His face was also covered with white, one piece at a time, and it was hard to tell how he looked.

However, the eyes were soft and gentle, as if water was about to drip out.

"Brother Yi, you go to chop wood on rainy days? I don't know what to say about you... Come on, burn the fire and show me."

After looking at the boy's shirt and pants dripping with water, Yunniang took the firewood angrily and put it on the corner of the house. She laughed and said, "Making money depends on your brain. Don't be stubborn, eat quickly."

She opened the cabinet door, took out a tray of steaming buns from it, placed them on the table, and said warmly: "In the future, don't go into the mountains before dawn, it's very dangerous. Moreover, it's not worth it if you're hungry."

"But."

The boy was a little cramped.

My throat was shaking, but I was swallowing my saliva.

"Eat it. Because my store has no special features, it is located in a remote place, and there are not many people coming to eat. The things that cannot be sold every day are also wasted."

"You don't have to worry about eating my food in vain. You are familiar with Qingyuan Mountain. I also pointed at you and brought some wild game from time to time and sent it to my store, which greatly increased the customer flow and the store flourished."

The principle is this principle.

But Yang Lin found that he actually ate particularly bitterly.

The buns made of fine noodles are particularly soft and seem to melt as soon as they are in the mouth. Although the meat filling is not much, it tastes sweet and mellow with some vegetables...

It's not that it's endless.

This bun was kept for himself, he knew.

A soft cough came from the inner room.

This is the feature of this small shop.

Yang Lin also knew that the person who coughed was Yunniang's husband, a scholar named Zeng.

Because I was nearly thirty years old, I had already accumulated depression and became ill. I had been lying on the bed for many years, relying on medicine to hold my life.

This has passed year after year.

It was entirely up to Yunniang to maintain her family's livelihood.

To be honest, this hotel actually doesn't have many customers.

No one of ordinary civilians will come out to have a meal.

Even if it comes, it won't cost a few big kids.

Rich people will not come here because Yunniang can’t receive any good ingredients...

Butcher Zhang, next door, sold her meat, which was particularly expensive.

Her shop is open all day long and her income is not very high.

At night, after the store is closed, Yunniang will go to the small sewing workshop in Dongtou to work, which is more or less suitable for the household use.

And, buy some medicinal materials...

These days, everyone is struggling to survive, and no one is easy.

However, every time I walk into this store, I will always be filled with nothing but a meal.

It rained for days, fishing boats could not go out to sea, and the boys had no work to do. These days they were hungry and dizzy.

He really couldn't stand it anymore.

Actually, he knows.

Even if he didn't chop wood, Yunniang would definitely keep food for him.

...

"Where is the plum blossom?"

"Where is the fist?"

Yang Lin was full of doubts. He knew that he was here to practice boxing this time, but he only saw a young man from the fishing village who had little knowledge, earning his life in hard work.

There is no sign of practicing boxing at all.

Just kidding.

I can’t even eat enough, so why do I practice boxing? Besides, I don’t have a master.

The doubt just rose but it didn't take long.

Soon, this young man with a good name named Zhou Hongyi taught him a lesson.

"Sister Yun, I will definitely call wild game to make your store's business better."

So the boy went up the mountain.

He is really very familiar with the forests.

It doesn't look like a fisherman, but a hunter.

Holding a broken hatchet, he went hunting.

Rabbits are not easy to chase, and pheasants cannot catch them.

The larger wild animals ran even faster and were very alert.

The boy could pick up some hares and pheasants every now and then. It was a small thing that hit him so stupidly. He couldn't bear to eat it and sent it back to Yunniang's shop...

He likes to see the happy smile of the woman who always has tired face.

Not to mention, Yang Lin discovered that after Yunniang washed her face, her pretty face was white and shining, and it was blown away, especially her big black eyes. She seemed to be laughing when she looked at people, making people feel happy when she looked at them.

It's really good looking.

He thought so.

...

I probably think this won't be much.

The boy also began to use his head.

He felt that he could not chase his prey because he didn't run fast enough and was not steadily enough.

So, we came to a small hill.

There are all cut-off pomelo trees here.

Fishermen at the foot of the mountain cut off trees to make boats.

Because of the abundant resources of trees, they will not cherish them and will not cut them off at the same roots.

When cutting trees, choose the best place to start and move the axe.

As a result, the tree stump that was long and short, like canine teeth was left behind.

The tree stumps, long or short, are covered from the mountain to the bottom.

It's like a bald head with countless scalyx, very ugly.

Most people are unwilling to enter here because it is difficult to walk around, and it takes time and effort to walk around, and it is easy to bump into.

I jumped on the stake and accidentally fell down. It was a trivial matter.

It is possible to break bones all over the body.

Others are afraid of this mountain and think it is difficult to walk.

The young man Zhou Hongyi was attracted by this place and it was difficult to leave.
To be continued...