Author: Kindergarten leader

Baijia Village, Sun's courtyard.

"Qingchu, knead the dough." Sun Sanniang ordered.

Her voice is soft and charming, but not the kind of clipped voice that is popular on earth.

A characteristic of Sanniang's speech is that the last few words of each sentence have a soft tone, giving people a sense of weakness.

"Okay, shall we still make steamed buns today?" Mo Qingchu asked while skillfully starting to knead the dough.

Sanniang nodded and said, "When it's ready, I'll send some to the village chief and Old Li Touna."

"Can you not give it to Uncle Li?" Mo Qingchu joked.

Uncle Li is a blacksmith, and Mo Qingchu helps people in Baijia Village. The most tiring part is going to Uncle Li's place.

Old Li Tou has a bad temper, while Mo Qingchu is young and stubborn, and cannot stand the excitement.

Just one sentence, "Are you weak and weak?" can make Mo Qingchu recite "I am a strong man" three times in his heart, and then swing the hammer crazily.

Therefore, he was worried that he would be forcibly left behind when delivering steamed buns to Uncle Li.

"Stupid, you can't give it to Old Li Tou first, and then tell him that you have to go to the village chief's house?" Sun Sanniang glanced at Mo Qingchu with a smile.

Her eyes are standard peach blossoms, and every smile is charming.

Mo Qingchu sometimes wonders why a wilderness village woman from such an ordinary small village has white skin and a unique temperament.

Maybe this is the so-called natural beauty.

"That's actually what I think." He continued to knead the dough and said to Sun Sanniang.

Rather than going to Uncle Li's place to blacksmith, he would rather go to the village chief's house to listen to stories.

After Mo Qingchu traveled to this weird world four years ago, he almost stayed in Baijia Village.

Most of his understanding of the outside world comes from the village elder's description.

The village chief is the most educated person in the whole village. I heard that he used to be a storyteller.

To be honest, this world is very dangerous, but Mo Qingchu has great curiosity about the outside world.

The reason is very simple. How did he die on earth in his last life?

This super rich second generation who had both money and leisure died while doing extreme sports.

Yeah, seeking death.

……..

……..

Time passed fifteen minutes later, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on Mo Qingchu's forehead and the tip of his nose.

Sanniang has a unique technique for kneading dough, which makes the dough very good. Mo Qingchu also learned this technique.

But I don’t know why, but the whole process is more difficult.

Sun Sanniang glanced at him, wiped his sweat, and said, "You are still wrong."

As she said that, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her tender white arms, and showed Mo Qingchu again.

He was watching and studying very seriously.

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "Aunt Sun's hands are indeed beautiful."

It would be better if there were no calluses left by work.

Every elder in the village seems to have his or her own special skills.

Just like blacksmith Uncle Li, he also has his own unique way of making iron.

Mo Qingchu understands this very well. In such a world, if a person does not even have any skills, it may be really difficult to survive.

And in these four years, he learned a lot of skills from them.

It's just that they all know a little bit, know a little bit about everything, but are not proficient in everything.

After the buns were ready, Sun Sanniang asked: "Is there any jealousy at home?"

Mo Qingchu is not jealous, but Mo Shuli likes to be jealous when eating steamed buns.

"There are more." He replied.

"Well, go ahead and get me a pair of scissors when you get to Lao Li Tou's place," Sanniang said.

"Okay." Xiao Mo, the errand boy, has taken the order.

After leaving the door, Mo Qingchu walked quickly.

Along the way, he kept saying hello to the villagers he met.

Everyone's smiles were kind and friendly, but because Mo Qingchu had a problem with his eyes, they all turned into a group of monsters and monsters smiling at him in confusion.

Like Pombo, who was fetching water from a well, half of his face was covered with dark scales, and when he smiled, all the scales would spread out.

In addition, his eyes are slightly convex and the eyeballs are huge, making the whole head look like a fish head that is suitable for making soup.

Mo Qingchu, who has long been accustomed to all this, has understood a truth in the past four years: to experience the world with your heart, not your eyes. Even the so-called vision has great limitations.

Just like what Nietzsche said: "Our eyes are prisons, and wherever we look, there are walls."

Blacksmith Uncle Li's home is not far from the well in the village.

Mo Qingchu heard the sound of blacksmithing from a long distance away.

Uncle Li is the most capable person in the whole village. His figure fits a recent popular body meme - a double-door refrigerator.

Tall and muscular, with extremely broad shoulders.

"This kind of figure and sense of strength are actually nothing extraordinary. Punching me is not asking me not to die." Mo Qingchu, who was in a good mood, thought to himself.

"Uncle Li! I'm here to deliver the buns." Mo Qingchu said loudly: "Aunt Sun asked me to change a pair of scissors. After I get them, I will go to the village chief's grandpa to deliver the buns."

The sound of blacksmithing suddenly stopped, and the shirtless blacksmith Uncle Li raised his eyes to look at him.

In Mo Qingchu's eyes, Uncle Li's upper body was covered with black lines in addition to his face. Every time he struck hard with the hammer, these black lines would swell a bit.

And all his fingers and nails are black.

Who would have thought that in Mo Qingchu's eyes, the King of Strength in the village would be a man with manicures.

Of course, if that's all it is, it can't be said to be that evil.

Uncle Li's biggest problem is that he has a mouth full of fangs on his chest.

Every time the grumpy old Li gets angry at Mo Qingchu, his fangs will inexplicably grow a bit longer, giving people a bloodthirsty feeling.

"Go get the scissors yourself." Uncle Li doesn't talk much on weekdays. He can only curse someone in a bad mood, and he can't stop cursing half a stick of incense.

"Okay." Mo Qingchu was about to walk in when he was stopped by Uncle Li again.

"Take that sickle to the village chief again," he ordered.

-- Errand runner Xiao Mo has received a new downwind order.

"Oh, it's so heavy." Mo Qingchu picked up the sickle and felt something was wrong with its weight.

"The village chief is already an old man, and he used to be a powerless storyteller. Is it appropriate for him to use this sickle?" He murmured in his heart.

But Mo Qingchu didn't say much because he knew that with Uncle Li's temperament, even if he asked, the other party would be too lazy to answer and remain silent.

Therefore, he chose to pick up this ridiculously heavy scythe and set off directly.

The village chief's grandfather's home is located in the middle of Baijia Village.

His home is not the biggest in the village, but to Mo Qingchu, it is the most mysterious.

Because there is a small courtyard behind the village chief's house that no one is allowed to enter or exit.

As the head of a village, Mo Qingchu felt that the old man had some secrets, which was normal.

As a former storyteller, maybe there are some banned books hidden away?

Outside the door, Mo Qingchu knocked on the door and called "Grandpa Village Chief".

After a while, the door opened.

The old village chief is too old, his legs and feet are inconvenient, and he has to walk slowly with a cane.

After the wooden door was pushed open, the first thing that caught Mo Qingchu's eyes was a face without facial features.

Yes, in his eyes, the village elder is a faceless man without facial features.

But the village chief he imagined was the image of an old Confucian scholar in movies and TV shows.

"Xiao Mo is here." The smile could be heard in the village chief's words, but Mo Qingchu could not see it on his face.

The village chief's voice is low and gentle, and he is always calm and calm when talking and doing things.

"Grandpa, village chief, Aunt Sun asked me to bring some steamed buns, and by the way, there's also the sickle that Uncle Li asked me to bring," Mo Qingchu said.

"You are tired, come in and have a drink of water." The village chief said.

"Okay. Grandpa Village Chief, the buns are still raw. Do you want me to steam them for you?" Mo Qingchu asked.

"It's okay, I'll come by myself later." The old man said with a smile.

After sitting down at the wooden table, the old man turned to look at Mo Qingchu.

Mo Qingchu looked at the faceless old man, roughly analyzing the position of his eyes, and then pretended to make eye contact to show that he was listening to him seriously.

Unexpectedly, the village chief's grandfather's next words made him couldn't help but open his eyes wide and his heart beat faster.

"Xiao Mo, in a few days, practitioners will come to our Baijia Village."
Chapter completed!