When Chen Mo was seven years old, he began to try to make manure by himself. According to the information in his mind, he collected a large amount of livestock manure after drying, fermenting and other procedures. The manure produced became a little different. That year, the Chen family's land harvest was 10% higher than in previous years, because Chen Moonian was weak.

The next year, when Chen Mo was eight years old, because his life improved, Chen Mo's strength became much stronger through his years of farming. He made more manure, faster farming, and his harvest was 30% more than the previous year. The Chen family's life was also improved. Chen Mo even exchanged grain for money and asked someone to invite a doctor from the county to treat his mother.

However, because of the long-term production of manure, even during the slack season in winter, Chen Mo would collect manure to prepare for the next year's farming, so he was named a manure man.

He didn't like this name. At first, Chen Mo would compete with others, but over time, Chen Mo became numb. It didn't matter what name he was. As long as he could live a good life and let his mother enjoy some blessings.

"Uncle Zhang is back?" Seeing the farmer, Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he trotted up and said excitedly: "Uncle Zhang, tell me about the things in the city~"

For Chen Mo, who has lived here since childhood, the county town is a bit far away and he is even more curious. Although he invited the doctor who treated his mother at the time, he didn't know anything at that time. In addition, he was worried about his mother's condition, so he had no intention of remembering those things. I heard that there are everything in the city, and people can eat chicken eggs every day. For Chen Mo, being able to eat chicken eggs every day is the life that people in the county should have, and therefore, they yearn for the county town very much.

"That's it." Uncle Zhang and Chen Mo were neighbors. After saying goodbye to several companions, they did not go back. They sat on the wooden pier at the door and said, "But recently, a few gods have come here and sent talisman water in the city. Boy, if you want to go tomorrow, you may be able to meet them and ask for a bowl of talisman water for your mother. Maybe your body will be cured."

"Uncle Zhang, are there really gods in this world?" Chen Mo looked at Uncle Zhang and asked curiously.

"Yes." Uncle Zhang nodded and said, "Have you heard of the great wise and good teacher? He should be considered a god."

The great wise and good teacher was already very famous when Chen Mo began to remember things, but Chen Mo had never seen it before. But he heard that he was a person who could summon wind and rain and sprinkle beans into soldiers. At this moment, he could not help but nodded: "The great wise and good teacher is a god?"

"Of course." Uncle Zhang nodded for granted.

"The great wise and good teacher is in Xiaqiu!" Chen Mo's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked. If it were the great wise and good teacher, he might know whether the mysterious existence in his mind was a god.

"Of course not, the great wise and good teacher is very busy." Uncle Zhang shook his head: "The one who came here is his disciple, named Lei Gong, the disciple of the gods, so he is naturally half a god."

Is the disciple of the gods also a god?

Chen Mo nodded ignorantly, as if there was some truth, but it seemed that it was not very correct...

"Tomorrow, Li Zheng and others are going to work in the county. You are going to beg Li Jing to take you with you." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

"Oh." Chen Mo smiled on his face: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, I'll go back first."

He was now a little impatient to follow Li Zheng Aweng to the county town to meet the gods.

"Go!" Uncle Zhang waved his hand and looked at Chen Mo running away with a small basket on his back. He sighed in his heart. Chen's mother lost her husband in her early years and it was indeed not easy to pull Xiao Chen Mo alone, but now most people in this farm actually envied Chen's mother for having such a sensible and capable and smart son.

Thinking about his son who is only half a year older than Chen Mo, but still digging bird nests with people every day, Uncle Zhang suddenly had the urge to go back and beat the little boy.

Look at others, they started to plow the fields at the age of six, and when they were seven, they had already gone to the fields with everyone. Now they were nine years old. Although they were nicknamed the manure man, they were already the main labor force in the family.

There is no comparison!
Chapter completed!