Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

After returning to the house with his catch, the old man sat next to the empty fish cage, feeling very dejected, as this meant he would have to go hungry today.

Zengjun sat next to him and stroked Lulu's head. Lulu was very well behaved and seemed to be accustomed to being hungry.

Zengjun took out an apple from his clothes and handed it to Lulu, and then handed two to the old man.

"What is this?" The old man looked at the apple in his hand.

“This is an apple”

The old man pinched it and found it soft. It seemed that Zengjun had picked it specially for him.

The old man looked at the gift at the door and said, "Thank you."

"Nothing, I just need to go out and see if there's anything I need. It would be very pitiful if I starved to death."

Then Zengjun went out, walking around with the apples, looking for people who needed them, and soon all the apples were distributed.

Zengjun put his clothes back on and picked up the quiver. "Oh, there are still five quivers in the quiver. Let's see if there are any more that we need."

After a while, all five were given.

Zengjun walked back and said, "Take out the hair in the ring? What will they think?"

After some consideration, Zengjun decided to give the food to every hungry person, no, at least one family.

Zengjun took off his clothes again and stuffed them with apples again. He continued to hand out apples.

No one asked what this was, where it came from, or why you said so much.

As for Zengjun, if he was really asked, he would explain that he picked them from the mountain. Why are there so many? You can't say anything because I'm just diligent.

However, no one disappointed him.

The next day, everyone looked for a way out as usual, and no one took the apple for granted.

However, Zengjun recalled what he had said to everyone the other day, "Remember to bury the seeds in the soil. I observed the sky at night and it will rain three times in the next three days. Crops will grow wildly then."

Songjun walked to the place where he picked apples yesterday. It was time to fulfill his promise.

Zengjun sucked up an apple and started eating it. He waved his hand and green rain fell from the sky. The rain fell into the soil. When the seeds came into contact with the rain, they instantly grew into big trees that blossomed and bore fruits.

Green vegetation visible to the naked eye in the village.

When they returned to the village, everyone who saw Zengjun immediately gave him apples. Yes, all the seeds they planted sprouted, blossomed and bore fruit, and matured directly.

When they returned to the house, the villagers heard that it was the good luck brought by the people brought by the old man, and the old man also collected a lot of apples.

The old man saw Zengjun and asked, "Are you a god?"

Zengjun sat next to him and said, "I'm not"

"That's right, how could the gods be so kind? They clearly..."

Zengjun didn't know what he wanted to say, but he didn't ask. However, he was sure that gods were not good.

The next day, everyone planted their treasured seeds, made room for fruit trees, and planted rice in the fields.

The rain came as expected, and Zengjun did not leave the old man's house too far, and was even always within the old man's sight.

The old man sighed, "It seems that it's not him. I was wondering how I could be so lucky to have found a god. The key is that I have no intention of saving him."

Zengjun looked at the old man, then turned around and played with Lulu.

The rain stopped and every household was harvesting their crops, because they had to make room for the last rain tomorrow.

"I'm going to help, and I'll also harvest your rice for you."

"Okay, whether you are a god or not, I want to thank you. Your arrival has really changed a lot here."

After listening to this, Zengjun walked out and went to help the old man harvest rice. After all, the sickle was borrowed from the blacksmith shop.

Zengjun came to the fields.

Every household was harvesting the rice that belonged to them, and Songjun watched. That was human nature.

After helping the old man to cut the silk, Zengjun went to help those who had not finished cutting the silk.

A group of old people gathered together to chat, and the general content was that they should plant everything they harvested today tomorrow. Zengjun heard all of this. Although there was nothing wrong with it, he still felt depressed.

Zengjun put the harvested rice back to the old man in carts. He was the only one in the village who did this. The others just planted the rice back into the fields. Even the mountains were full of rice. There was really no space left to plant in the soil, so they reluctantly transported the extra rice back home.

On the way back home at night, Zengjun drove the last car and passed by the young man's house again. The young man stopped him and said, "Come in and sit down. I see you only have half a car left. This must be the last car."

Zengjun parked the car at the door and went in.

The young man was leading the way in front. Zeng Jun actually guessed that he would want to ask some questions, such as are you a god? Why did you flee here?

When they arrived at the place where they had previously practiced shooting, the young man shouted, "Give us a seat."

After Zengjun sat down, the young man poured a glass of water for him, with a little smoke coming out of the glass.

Zengjun took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. It didn't matter whether it was poisonous or not. If the taste was not right, he would just pretend to faint.

The water had already entered his throat, and Zeng Jun felt warmed in the heart, because it was just ordinary water. Yes, the feeling this young man gave him was different from that of others.

Zengjun finished drinking the water and handed the cup to the young man, "You asked me to be your guest, do you have anything to say to me?"

The young man filled the cup again and placed it in front of Zeng Jun. "I noticed that you seem to be a little curious about this part of mine."

"That's true. After all, other families may not have that much friendship." Zeng Jun picked up the cup and took a sip. "So, you want to solve my doubts?"

The young man poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and then put the cup in front of his desk. "Since you are interested, I will tell you about it."

The young man pointed at the iron hammer and said, "There was a war six years ago, and the army came to the village to steal the iron and capture the men."

"How old are you this year?" Zengjun asked doubtfully. After all, the process had to be followed.

"23"

"That year, 18-year-olds were arrested"

"I see. It's reasonable that you didn't go into exile. Then how did you keep so much iron?"

"I spent all my family wealth to save this blacksmith shop. The hammer cost an estimated ten gold coins, but I spent five hundred gold coins to save it. I also spent a lot of other money."

"Then you can hide and not be discovered."

"Someone has tried it. On that day, someone did hide iron and men. The army searched very carefully. Once they found someone deliberately hiding, they would kill him on the spot."

"What about those hidden in the mountains?"

"There were people hiding in the mountains, but there were two tigers in the mountains, so no one dared to go up. The army only searched the area below the tigers. The grass was turned over several meters, and the grass was dug by men captured from the village."

"What about the bandits in the mountains? Aren't they going to clear them out while they're at it?"

"Bandits? What they did is no better than bandits. Back then, some people saw the army coming and ran a long way to greet them, but they were killed on the spot."

"No wonder you are so hostile to outsiders, it turns out it's because of this"

"Yes, so when they heard that you came to this village, they all wanted to kill you, but they couldn't do it because you were a child."