I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"The harvest looks good this year."

"It looks pretty good now, but I don't know if it's delicious or not enough for my belly." The old farmer replied truthfully, "It's also the first time we planted it, and we don't know when to harvest it and how to eat it."

"ah……"

So Song You got up, walked to the side of the road, touched the bud fruit on the stem, and tore it open to have a look. The oats over there may have been harvested and dried long ago, and the oats in the old man’s field could have been harvested long ago, but they have not been harvested, and I thought it was because the climate here is different.”

"Sir, do you recognize it?"

"I know it, I know it." Song You nodded and said to him with a smile, "like this kind of oatmeal, the stems and leaves are already dry and yellow, and when you tear off the coating, the inside is already dry. It is hard and moistureless and becomes lighter, so it can be taken back. After taking it back, wipe off the oats one by one, find an open space to spread out a mat, and dry it. It is like millet and can withstand storage. Remember to remember it during storage. Don’t get wet. It can be made into powder to make a paste when eating, and it can also be used to cook rice and pancakes.”

"The little old man has to remember clearly..."

"In addition, when the oatmeal is still tender, the coating on the outside is still green, and when the whiskers are still purple, you can also pick it off. At that time, it is tender, you can eat it raw, boil it in water and cook it, and you can even turn it Peel the rice and use it for cooking, cooking, without peeling and cutting into pieces, you can also make soup, there are many ways to eat, and it is also full of belly."

"Ouch! Sir, you have helped me a lot!"

Unknowingly, the attitude of the old farmer who didn't understand etiquette also became respectful.

This is instinctive and simple thought of gratitude.

"Easy to do..."

Song You also said respectfully.

The Anqing Swallows came here with their rice in their mouths, and their merits are immeasurable, and he himself taught the old farmers how to harvest and eat, which can be regarded as a little more sense of participation.

"The weather is good today. If I have time, I can take back the oats from these two fields, so as not to rain tomorrow and get wet again." Song You reminded again, and paused, "If the old man really If you want to thank us, just give us a piece of Yanmi, just one piece."

"How can one do it?"

The old farmer suddenly opened his eyes, walked over and said: "Although the old man's family is not rich, the grain and wheat in the field are ripe, which is not so bad! Mr. is a Taoist, not to mention helping, it is just an ordinary person. Passing by and seeing an old man asking for a few sticks, there is absolutely no reason to refuse!"

After finishing speaking, he came over, 咵咵咵, breaking in the field for a while.

"Enough is enough..."

Song You quickly dissuaded him from his actions: "We can't take it if there are too many, let alone just want to taste it."

"Well."

The old farmer piled six or seven sticks of Yanmi on the ground.

"I just wanted one, so I'm embarrassed to accept it for nothing." Song You reached into the quilt bag and took out a small bamboo tube. About half of it, but it is very delicate, carved and embroidered clouds, "But I don't give money to my husband, so I will also give back the same overseas crops to my husband."

"oh?"

The old man wanted to refuse, but he was taken aback when he heard what he said.

Then the Taoist opened the seal of the extremely small bamboo tube, which was much smaller than the letter box, and poured out a seed the size of a sesame seed. Then he planted the seed on the side of the road, and took it again. I poured some water into the water bag next to the quilt bag.

I saw the seed take root and sprout, and the land that had just been moistened immediately became a little more green.

In an instant, there was an extra vine beside the road.

The vines are long and prostrate on the ground.

There are blue fruits on it, which are slightly bigger than a thumb, and in the blink of an eye, they are already red, like little lanterns.

The Taoist took one off at random and handed it to him to eat.

"This is a good vegetable that I got from Lilliputian in the lower reaches of the sea. Lilliputian calls it sour eggplant. The taste is slightly sour. It can be eaten raw or cooked in soup to make sauce. It is easy to serve with rice. Planted in spring and harvested in summer. It is not a rare delicacy, but it has a good harvest and tenacious vitality. If the old man likes it, he can just take the seeds and sprinkle them on a piece of wasteland. Even if he doesn’t care about it after planting, he can eat it every day when he matures The endless sour tomatoes can be regarded as adding some flavor to the dinner table, and maybe they can be exchanged for some small money to spend."

"this……"

The old farmer couldn't help being stunned.

Looking down at the newly grown vine by the side of the road, and the icy and real fruit in his hand, he didn't know what to say for a while, but he only knew that today he met a cultivator who really knew spells.

"Thank you sir."

It took a long time for the old farmer to thank him, and then looked at Song You's steaming pot, and said to him, "Mr. It is the only way to pay homage to the gods, in order to avoid conflicting with the gods, after eating and resting, sir, you should leave quickly."

Speaking of the gods, the joy on his face suddenly darkened.

"oh?"

Song You looked at his expression and became interested: "Which god is the old man worshiping here?"

"It's the local mountain god of our mountain."

"What is the name of the mountain god?"

"No name, no surname, honored as the God of Anle."

"I have never heard of this God of Anle. I wonder if it was conferred by the imperial court, or is it a deity sent by the villagers to enshrine?" Song You asked curiously.

Speaking of gods, the little girl also cast her gaze.

"It was sealed by the imperial court. It said that our side has high mountains and deep forests, which is very spiritual, so a mountain god was sealed, and it has been sealed for more than 20 years."

"Since it was granted by the imperial court, it is a serious mountain god, but why did the old man show displeasure when he mentioned it?"

"this……"

The old farmer subconsciously wanted to refute, but hesitated a few words, but did not refute, but said: "How dare you say that?"

"It doesn't matter." Song You smiled slightly, pretending to look around, "Although this entire mountain is the territory of the mountain god, but after looking around, the mountain god is not here, maybe he is practicing in another place. What is the strange story of the old man?" You can talk about it with me."

"It's not a strange story..." The old farmer struggled for a while, and then lowered his voice, "It's this mountain god, who has become more and more frightening recently."

"how to say?"

"When the government first built the mountain god temple, the mountain god was quite honest. Although he didn't see any changes on the mountain, he seldom caused any trouble. At most, some people walked at night or worked on the mountain. It’s late, and I ran into his old man by chance, and I was taken aback.” The old farmer lowered his voice and told him, “But since more than a year ago, a master came here and said that he was ordered by some national teacher to remove the old man. Damn, there was some light on the mountain that night, and the mountain god temple was demolished, but the master didn't go down the mountain the next day, and since then, the mountain god has changed his temper..."

"master?"

"He is an eminent monk, and he speaks very softly."

"Following the orders of the national teacher?"

"I heard it was..."

"The mountain god has changed his temper?"

The little girl's expression suddenly became serious, and her eyes shifted to the Taoist, with some thoughts in her eyes.

I always feel that the Taoist priest's way of speaking is somewhat familiar.

But I only heard the old farmer whispering, the voice was so small that it almost lost its timbre, and only the sound of exhalation remained: "At the beginning, the mountain god entrusted us with a dream and asked us to rebuild the temple, which was even bigger than before, and then asked us to go regularly to offer incense For worship, we have to bring one of the six animals every time. At first we were asked to bring chickens, then we were asked to bring pigs and dogs, then we were asked to bring horses and sheep, and later, we were asked to bring cattle. To worship him, some time ago, the mountain god entrusted us with a dream and asked us to take the child..."

"Boy?"

"Both boys and girls are fine, and the old man doesn't choose." The old farmer said in a low voice, "If not, we must prepare all six animals, and none of them is missing."

"How did you folks choose?"

"well……"

The old farmer sighed, and still whispered: "Although we are in a remote village, we are not ignorant of etiquette. Besides, the government is still there. Who dares to sacrifice a living person to the mountain god? Last year, there was a temple in Yangzhou. The old monk was burned to death, said it was Nirvana, and was arrested by the government, no matter how poor we are, we have to scrape together six animals..."

"It's not easy."

"Who says it's not?" The old farmer was worried, "This god of peace and happiness gets bigger and bigger every time. Who knows what he will ask for in the future?"

"That's true."

Song You paused while talking, then smiled again and said, "Thank you for the rice you gave me, I picked all the eggplants and fruits, so let's go down the mountain quickly."

"Also."

The old farmer shook his head with a sigh, and didn't say much, just bent down to pick up the eggplants, and after picking them up, he wrapped them in his clothes and went down the mountain.

When Song You turned around, the little girl behind her was wearing three-color clothes and huddled next to the stove. She was a small one, staring at him unblinkingly with her head up, and the heat was rising from the small pot.

"The porridge is ready."

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

"You're welcome!"

Song Youpan sat down and filled a bowl of porridge, which was lunch by the roadside today.

There are dried fish in the porridge, but it has a taste.

After a while, there was a sudden blowing sound.

Song You held half a bowl of porridge in his hand, looked along the official road, and saw a group of people coming here with drums and gongs at the turn in front, someone behind them was carrying an incense table, and someone was holding a tribute. It is said that cattle, sheep, horses, pigs, dogs, and chickens are all tied with red cloth belts.

The group of people also seemed a little surprised to see the Taoist resting by the roadside. Some people looked at the few swallows beside the quilt and frowned, but they didn't stop and didn't say anything to him.

"Let's ask Empress Sanhua to do a little favor."

Song You turned his head and said to the little girl in a low voice.

"Huh? What can I help you with?" The little girl blinked her eyes and looked at him, imitating him, answering in a low voice, but before Song You could answer, she said, "Okay."

"Suppressing demons and eliminating demons..."

Song You's voice lowered a bit.

"Subduing demons and eliminating demons?"

The little girl followed him and bowed her head, lowering her voice a bit.

But the expression is very serious...

It looks really cute.