Douluo's starting support

"I am back."

An Qing habitually opened the door and said a greeting. He could only feel his presence at this time. An Qing usually meditated, so he seemed a little dull.

His greeting also successfully attracted the attention of his family. A woman in her thirties, quite good-looking, and wearing a simple cloth was sitting at a large round table. This is Anqing's biological mother in this life. Xiao Mei.

His mother Xiao Mei smiled at An Qingzhan. There were not many decorations in the house, the surroundings were a dirt wall and the floor was full of dust. Since this was the living room, of course there wasn't that much to pay attention to.

An Qing didn't say anything, he just walked to the round table and sat down. At this time, An Qing also canceled his meditation state.

An Qing's originally dull expression immediately glowed with brilliance. Xiao Mei used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of fragrant porridge into the steaming cauldron on the table. With a soft sound, the bowl of white porridge came. Arrive in front of Anqing.

Xiao Mei said while putting home-pickled cabbage into the white porridge.

"Baby, eat more, eat more. The martial soul will awaken in a little while. If our family has a soul master, it will be a great honor for our ancestors."

Looking at the bowl full of pickles, An Qing didn't say anything. He just took the bowl and drank the large bowl of white porridge and cabbage in one go.

This kind of rough eating was also noticed by Xiao Mei, but there was nothing else but love in her eyes.

After An Qing finished a large bowl of white porridge, Xiao Mei filled it up for him again. Maybe it was because the woman talked a lot, and the voice that couldn't stop laughing came out again.

Xiao Mei's weather-beaten face was full of pride.

"Young man, I recently went to the soul master to do some calculations. He said that you will definitely become a big shot in the future, tsk tsk tsk."

An Qing was silent. He almost knew the situation in this world. The soul master should be a very noble profession, but he might disappoint his biological mother. Maybe An Qing was not such a good person.

An Qing also spoke calmly, and his words immediately brought the mother who was hoping for a successful child back to reality.

"Mother, how many copper soul coins did the soul master you found this time take from you?"

Xiao Mei was even more happy when he said this, she slapped the table and said.

"They only charged me ten copper soul coins! It's much cheaper than before! It's great to buy the soul master's blessing!"

Well, An Qing felt that he had spoken too much, and he just wanted to be happy.

An Qing also has a general understanding of the concept of money. Ten copper soul coins are almost the same as the cost of a meal. It is not a big deal. He is afraid that Xiao Mei will be deceived by these so-called "soul masters" and take one away. Gintama coins, that amount is not small.

Gollum.

Under Anqing's extremely poor eating habits, another bowl of thick white porridge entered his stomach. His family was neither rich nor poor.

My father is not only a farmer, but also a part-time businessman. He definitely has a place when he goes to the city to sell agricultural products.

My mother is a weaver and can earn a lot of money by making clothes for the villagers, especially silk made from silk, which can be sold at a good price.

An Qing enjoys all this without any scruples. Life is neither too good nor too bad. He has already identified with these two close relatives.

As mother and son interacted with each other, breakfast time passed quickly, just when Xiao Mei wanted to get up and clear away the dishes.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

An Qing also got up and went to the two-person high wooden door in front of the house. He stood on tiptoes and opened the wooden latch.

As soon as the door opened, An Pengsheng came back panting, holding a hoe with a severed head.

He couldn't help but complain.

"Ouch, I dug a stone while plowing the land and broke the hoe. Qing, please go to the blacksmith shop on the east side of the village and buy me a hoe for my father."

After complaining and complaining, the task of buying things was handed over to Anqing, and Anqing could only nodded.

The son's well-behaved appearance made An Pengsheng a little embarrassed, and Xiao Mei couldn't help but defend An Qing.

"You, you, when you come back, ask Zai to do things. He is only six years old, although we Zai will also be called Master Soul Masters in the future."

The honest and honest An Pengsheng also scratched the back of his head and laughed, but he still thrust the hoe, which was taller than the Anqing people, into Anqing's hands without any sincerity.

"Come on, come on, dad knows you are strong, help dad take this hoe and this severed head to Uncle Tang Hao's house, take this silver soul coin and remember not to lose it."

As he said this, An Pengsheng stuffed another shining silver coin into An Qing's pocket, and Xiao Mei also gave instructions.

"Qing, if you have enough money while you wait, you can buy something to eat by yourself. That stupid blacksmith is too lazy to make things in advance to sell."

What else can Anqing say? He had no choice but to do it, but this was the first time his parents sent him shopping, which still surprised Anqing.

After that, An Qing was pushed out of the house by two big-hearted adults, but An Qing always felt that the two of them had something shameful they wanted to hide from him.

It was not a good feeling to be kicked out by his own family. Fortunately, An Qing didn't care very much. He just walked towards the blacksmith shop to the east with the broken hoe and severed head in his arms.

At the same time, the villagers passing by also expressed their praise for this lovely little man.

The mother-in-law of the dyeing shop: "Xiaoqing, you are already helping adults buy things at a young age?"

A middle-aged woman with a baby: "You are so good and sensible. I wish my family were as sensible as you."

A woodcutter passing by carrying logs said: "Xiao Qing is so strong. Oh, Peng Sheng really gave birth to an incredible cub."

Along the way, almost every villager would come and greet Anqing with a smile. After all, everyone likes cute children, and sensible children are even more lovable.

Just like that, under the praise of the adults, An Qing came to the dilapidated blacksmith shop without any feeling at all.

The environment inside is quite simple. From the outside, you can see countless wine bottles stacked on the ground. Only a large stove still highlights the identity of this place as a blacksmith shop.

An Qing shouted expressionlessly into the interior of the dilapidated blacksmith shop.

"I want to buy a hoe."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rather impatient sound of getting up from inside.

"coming."

The voice was hoarse and decadent.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and muscular man in his forties or fifty years old walked out from behind the curtain next to him. His cheeks were covered with curled beards. He smelled of alcohol and his eyes looked at Anqing as if he was not asleep.

A hoarse voice that sounded like it was about to hit someone came from his throat.

"Kid, did your adults ask you to buy it?"

An ordinary child would have been frightened by the image of this guy and ran away crying.