I am a support player in the cultivation world

Zhongzhou East City, Li family Yingtian Pavilion.

Li Lingxuan's tightly closed eyes shed blood and tears, his whole body trembled, and suddenly his throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on his chest, leaving bloodstains on his blue shirt. He was actually attacked back.

"Eastern..."

Li Lingxuan was silent for a while, waved his hand to clean up the blood on his body, stood up and went to find the head of the Li family. Since God has given me a chance to survive, I must seize it.

Seven years later, Lin Nancheng.

"Bupleurum 1.5 qian, Saposhnikovia 1 qian, Tangerine peel 1.5 qian, Peony 2 qian, Licorice, Licorice..."

In an old courtyard, a young boy of about thirteen or fourteen was reciting today's lessons in front of an old man.

But it was obvious that he had forgotten the words.

Avoiding his grandfather's stern gaze, his eyes wandered. The young man paused, and I don't know what he saw, but he suddenly became alert.

Behind Mr. Lin, a girl with pigtails was quietly gesturing to the young man.

The girl was not tall and a little thin, looking like a five or six-year-old child, but with fair skin and big, round eyes that were cunning and clever.

"One qian of licorice and three to five slices of ginger can cure mild fever, chills, headache and body pain."

The boy immediately told the rest of the homework and was glad that he had passed this level.

"Go back and recite the Chaihu Drink 20 times again"

"Ah, Grandpa, why? I have memorized it all."

The boy refused to accept the decision and saw that an argument was about to break out.

"Why, huh. Did you really think of this on your own? Fu Ping, come out here."

Mr. Lin knew what was going on without even looking back.

I brought up both children by myself. They just hid and walked around, and they became energetic all of a sudden. It's impossible to say that there is no trick.

The boy immediately became intimidated and quietly stepped back to accept the punishment. Before leaving, he glanced at Fu Ping with a guilty look in his eyes.

This time, he was the one who dragged down Sister Fu Ping.

After the boy left, Mr. Lin turned around and looked. The girl was standing in front of him, head down, her two little hands entangled constantly.

Old Lin looked at the duckweed and suddenly felt a headache.

The child has not been in good health since he was picked up. It may be because he was thrown into the mountains right after birth, and his constitution is cold.

But the strange thing is that this child has never been sick since he was a child, he just has a headache occasionally, but the cause cannot be found.

So, you can't hit this child, but if you scold her...she will really cry. If you punish her by making her memorize prescriptions, she will remember them by heart.

This made Mr. Lin not know what to do with her.

"you..."

Before Mr. Lin finished speaking, he saw the girl looking up at him, with crystal tears welling up in her big eyes.

I can't say any more.

"Oh, never mind. Go to the backyard and sort the herbs we collected today."

Old Lin was helpless, as he had raised an enemy.

The girl's tears immediately stopped when she heard this. This operation is amazing.

"Okay, Grandpa, don't worry. I will definitely divide the herbs properly."

The girl's voice was clear and sweet, just like a yellow oriole. After she finished speaking, she skipped and ran towards the backyard.

Old Lin watched the child go away, feeling helpless yet relieved.

When he first led Fu Ping down the mountain, he found a century-old mountain ginseng on the road he had walked countless times. Da Hu was so happy that he called it a lucky star.

The money from selling the old mountain ginseng did make the lives of the two families much better. Moreover, Changsheng and Fuping had a good relationship with each other without any estrangement.

Duckweed is smart, but a little too lively.

Fu Ping ran to the backyard, ignoring the boy who was writing silently on the ground, and went straight to the medicinal herbs.

Seeing this, the boy stopped memorizing and ran to Fu Ping's side, squatting and helping her sort out the herbs.

"Sister Fu Ping, don't be angry. It's me who has implicated you this time."

Fu Ping stopped what he was doing and looked at him.

"Brother Changsheng, I've told you so many times. I told you to pretend, pretend, and don't change your expression so much. It would be strange if you didn't get caught by grandpa."

The young man nodded quickly and promised that he would never do it again.

But Fu Ping knew that was impossible because this was not the first time.

"Forget it. Go and memorize it. Twenty times is not too little. Don't miss your meal. I'll sort out the herbs."

"Okay, okay. Sister Fu Ping, I'll get my pocket money and buy you some candied haws."

Changsheng made a promise to a child.

"Okay, I want Auntie Sun's. Hers is sweet."

Fu Ping was immediately happy.

Children's happiness and joy are so simple.

After Mr. Lin punished the two children in the front yard and went to the backyard, he walked towards the shop in front.

As soon as I arrived at the shop, I saw Wang Dahu carrying a roe deer and about to walk into the shop.

"Why did you bring these to me again?"

Lin Lao is helpless

"Your little iron boy is an apprentice in a blacksmith's shop. You should take this to the master quickly."

As Mr. Lin said this, he was about to pull Wang Dahu to the blacksmith shop.

"I've been there before I came here and gave it to the master. This is for you and your father and little lucky star."

Wang Dahu dodged Lin Lao's pull and entered the shop.

When they sold the old mountain ginseng, Mr. Lin insisted on giving him half of it. No matter what he said, he refused to give in, and he even said that he was as stubborn as a bull, but it was obvious that Mr. Lin was also stubborn.

However, with this money, he was able to send his son Wang Datie to work as an apprentice in a blacksmith shop. Hunters may look more glamorous than farmers, but they are exchanging their lives for money.

Wang Dahu could not forget the time when his father went up the mountain to hunt when he was a child and never came back.

The family depended on my mother and myself, but it couldn't survive for a few years.

I had no choice but to follow my father's path. Now it is really great that my son can have a skill and no longer follow the old path of me and my father.

So Wang Dahu always called Fu Ping the little lucky star.