I only came when I became an emperor with golden fingers

Then Meng Chuan wanted to take a sip, but when he thought that there was animal milk in it, wouldn't it be good to drink it at his age?

"Uncle Meng, try it!" At this moment, Xiao BuDian handed Meng Chuan a bowl.

In the end, Meng Chuan took the bowl and comforted himself. There is not only animal milk here, but also tea, and he drank the tea part.

At the same time, Meng Chuan sternly told the little one not to tell the story of today.

This sentence made Meng Chuan feel a little familiar, as if he had said it not long ago.

For some things, there are only zero and countless times.

The bottom line is used to break through!

When he drank the milk tea he prepared with great anticipation, Meng Chuan's face wrinkled.

Little one is pissing me off, this milk tea tastes so weird!

Meng Chuan looked at the little boy, and saw that the little brat was smiling very happily.

I am happy that Meng Chuan was also recruited.

"Yeah, Uncle Meng is drinking animal milk again."

He knows everything!

Chapter 992 is fruitful

"Gu dong gu dong."

In the clay pot, the milky white animal milk was constantly rolling, and the aroma almost spread throughout the stone village.

"High-end ingredients often use the simplest cooking method, adding a heartbroken grass..."

"Add another Soul Erosion Mushroom..."

"And three thousand of your life..."

Meng Chuan kept throwing things into the animal milk.

"Finally, add a little one."

Meng Chuan mentioned that the little guy next to him who was eagerly looking at the clay pot was about to stuff it into it.

Strangely, the little one didn't resist, instead, he thrashed and wanted to dive into the clay pot, immersing himself in the ocean of animal milk.

It doesn't matter whether you can drill in or not.

"Snapped!"

Meng Chuan slapped the little one's ass backhand to tell him to be more honest.

"Uncle Meng, are you alright? Hurry up!"

The little one smelled the aroma of animal milk and urged Meng Chuan.

"Shut up! Don't learn how to talk like me!" Meng Chuan shouted, little boy, how can you talk like this, you are a wild man!

"Oh!" Xiao Budian didn't care, all he cares about now is the animal milk.

After a while, Meng Chuan took down the clay pot, lowered the temperature of the pot to a normal level, and handed it to the little one.

In the past, little ones needed to drink milk with a wooden spoon, but now...

I saw Xiao BuDian holding the clay pot, stretching it directly to his mouth, and began to make tons of tons...

After drinking about a third of it, Xiao Budian stopped, stuck out his tongue and licked the animal milk near his mouth, and looked at Meng Chuan, his eyes were shining, full of admiration.

"Uncle Meng, your craftsmanship is really good!"

"As long as you like it." Meng Chuan touched the little boy's head.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, I heard a burst of exclamation from outside, and the little boy looked outside suspiciously, not knowing what happened.

"You go out." Meng Chuan said, dismissing the little one.

Then Xiao Budian put down the clay pot and was about to run out.

"You don't want animal milk anymore?"

"I'm full!" The little one replied, the energy in the animal milk is very strong, and it will take a while for the little one to digest it.

"Then take it out, and you can have a drink whenever you want?" Meng Chuan said with a smile.

The little one blushed, and said shyly: "No, the little one is already a big child, and can't drink animal milk. Everyone will laugh when they know."

"Hahahaha." Meng Chuan laughed first, the aroma of this animal milk has spread throughout the village, who doesn't know that you are secretly drinking animal milk again.

The little boy ran out quickly.

It has been two years since Meng Chuan came to the chaotic ancient times.

Xiaobudian is already three and a half years old, he is the big kid in his mouth.

Of course, he usually still relies on animal milk to maintain his life.

Meng Chuan took over the job of boiling milk for the little one from Shi Yunfeng very early on. Of course, this was Meng Chuan's initiative.

"Feeding"

And the animal milk boiled by Meng Chuan is naturally much better than what Shi Yunfeng boiled before.

After all, the raw materials and "condiments" are relatively high-grade, and they are also rare materials in the wild.

Whether it is Meng Chuan or Liu Shen, these materials can be easily collected.

Two years is enough to make a lot of changes.

After receiving Meng Chuan's celestial phoenix technique, Willow God's recovery speed has been significantly accelerated, and new branches have been drawn out in just two years.

This is very big progress.

And the little one also had his own name in the past two years, Shi Yunfeng named him Shi Hao.

Of course, this is the name the little one's parents told Shi Yunfeng when they sent him to Shicun.

It's just that at that time, no one knew whether Xiao BuDian would survive, so Shi Yunfeng kept silent.

Now, it can be regarded as letting Xiaobudian return to her real name.

Glancing at the clay pot, Meng Chuan murmured in his heart.

"It's probably more difficult to wean the little one now."

After all, the animal milk brewed by Meng Chuan is called a precious medicine, which has infinite benefits for the little ones, and it is hard to stop.

Some older children in the village sometimes couldn't help swallowing when they smelled the fragrance of milk.

Then Meng Chuan walked out of the room and came to the open space in the village.

It's very lively here, and the children are showing themselves with all kinds of things.

Shidun, a big black cow, weighs a thousand catties.

Some seven or eight-year-old children raised the jacking tripod one after another, making the adults smile.

This is something they were far from achieving when they were young, but now being realized by their own cubs, it is even more exciting than their own progress in strength.

Seeing Meng Chuan coming out of the house, everyone called Mr. Yuan in unison, and everyone looked at Meng Chuan with respect.

In the past two years, Meng Chuan has been recognized by everyone in Shicun, and has integrated into this simple and friendly village.

Yishi Kindergarten has remarkable teaching achievements. It is of course the credit of Meng Chuan that so many children can lift a thousand catty tripod at the age of six, seven or eight.

For the people in Shicun, Meng Chuan is the one who makes their children better and makes them talented.

This keeps them in high regard.

Meng Chuan nodded in response to everyone, and came to Shi Yunfeng and several clan elders.

"They are all good children." Meng Chuan looked at the little monkeys in the center and gave affirmation with a smile.

These little brats who are throwing stones and lifting tripods now use pure physical strength, not bone inscription strength.

"It's all thanks to Mr. Yuan's teaching." Shi Yunfeng's old face was full of smiles. He no longer called Yuan Xiaoyou, but changed his name to Mr. Yuan.

Old man, your name is Merciful.

"Their talents are really good," Meng Chuan said.

He did take most of the credit, but the people in Shicun really have to say that talent is all right.

It can be said that almost all the people in Shicun have good or bad cultivation talents.

No matter how poorly endowed a person is, as long as he has a cultivation inheritance, has a certain amount of cultivation resources, and persists in cultivation, there is no problem in moving to the blood realm or approaching the blood realm before entering his old age.

Of course, this is the most ideal state, because even this very simple condition cannot be met by Shicun.

The inheritance of Stone Village has been lost, and the cultivation resources are a great waste. For a village like Stone Village, the countless beasts are not resources, but things that may kill at any time.

This is a paradise for the strong, and everyone in Stone Village is not the strong.

There is also the point of persevering in cultivation and having enough time to practice.

Everyone has to run around for the family and the life of the village, and no one knows which hunting will die outside.

There are many people in the village, but there are only a few elders.

Compared with Shi Hao and the others, blood can only be transferred when they are approaching their old age, and those who stretch their legs can't do it.

But you must know that there are more people in this world who have no talent for cultivation and cannot step into the threshold of cultivation throughout their lives.

After all, they are the descendants of the Seven Kings of the Frontier Desolation. Although it has been countless generations, and the dilution of the king's blood is almost gone, it still exists after all.

For Meng Chuan, targeted teaching is easy.

"Little one, what are you doing so spooky?" Meng Chuan immediately saw the little one in the crowd, poking his head.

"Come out and show it!"

Called by Meng Chuan, everyone turned their attention to Xiao BuDian.

"Hey, little one, why do you smell milky? Are you drinking animal milk again?" An eight or nine-year-old child sniffed and shouted.

Xiaobudian blushed immediately, and hid behind the crowd again, very shy.

He does have a milky smell all year round.

"No, I'm already three years old, I don't drink animal milk anymore!" The little one argued with a blushing face, and the voice was grandma.

"Hahahaha." There were bursts of laughter in the open space, looking at this lovely child.

Everyone knows that he is still drinking animal milk.

Then Meng Chuan walked over and took him out and asked him to lift the tripod.

You have to show it anyway, otherwise, how can you highlight your brother Meng's excellent education level?

Xiaobudian is still too short now, and the tripod is too big, so he got under the tripod directly, and then raised the thousand-jin tripod with a "shua".

This shocked everyone in Shicun, this is just a three-year-old child!

However, this is not the end.

Even without Meng Chuan, the little one can hold a tripod at the age of three. After having Meng Chuan, it will naturally change.

Meng Chuan asked Xiaobudian to lift a heavier tripod. Shicun didn't have many other things, but these things were abundant.

Two thousand catties rose in one fell swoop, and then three thousand catties.

It was also successfully lifted.

Everyone in Shicun was shocked and speechless, seeing that the shortest among them, who looked like a porcelain doll, actually lifted a three-thousand-jin tripod.

What a shock.

It doesn't look like a human at all, but looks like a cub of an ancient beast!

"Drinking animal milk all the time, is the effect so good?" A thin monkey-like child's eyeballs were about to protrude.

Hearing this, Xiao Budian broke his defense immediately, put down the tripod and hid behind Meng Chuan and the others, and there was a pale voice of defense.

"Little one doesn't drink milk anymore!"

Laughter resounded in the open space, and the atmosphere brightened up for a moment.