From the small mountains and forests of the mortal realm, the cry of a baby could be heard.
It was Zhao Yun who was Ying Jie. After many years of becoming a spirit, he had a human form for the first time.
Even with his small appearance, no matter where you look at it, he has nothing to do with the wise and mighty leader of the divine dynasty.
He cried very painfully, his face was full of tears, and his little arms and legs were beating wildly.
There are no wild animals in the mountains,
Otherwise, the first day he takes human form will be his death anniversary.
"Whose child is it?"
Zhao Yun was lucky and was taken away.
That was an old man. He had taken off his linen coat and wrapped him tightly.
What a coincidence, the old man is also named Zhao.
As luck would have it, his grandfather was the one who was looking for light back then.
He didn't find Guang, but he found a big fat boy instead of his grandson.
"Tiejiang Zhao, where did you steal the child?"
"It was stolen somewhere. I found it in a mountain den."
It was still Wutong Town. As soon as the old man came in, he attracted a group of people.
He has a name, but people in the town still call him Blacksmith Zhao.
Blacksmithing is a craft passed down from our ancestors.
Even his single lineage passed down to him. He is the last one. He is over fifty years old and has not found a wife.
"Whose parents are so cruel, they would throw away their children."
"I'm afraid it was because of the chaos of war and lack of food that I threw them into the mountains."
"Tiejiang Zhao is an old bachelor. Doesn't this count as old age getting a son?"
The people who gathered around were all chattering.
But Blacksmith Zhao was grinning from ear to ear. He was getting old and had picked up a child for nothing.
In this way, it is not a shame to the ancestors, at least the craftsmanship can be passed down.
Older people come to have children.
What a doting person.
For this reason, he also carried two kilograms of white flour and specially searched for the old scholars in the town. For no other reason than to give the little guy a good and educated name.
"Your surname is Zhao, so his surname must be Zhao."
"Isn't this nonsense?"
The old scholar put on his face and smoothed his beard with an expression that was quite scholarly.
Not many people in the town are literate,
He is the most knowledgeable.
That's right, most of them don't have enough to eat, so how can they afford to go to private school?
"How about Zilong."
After pondering for a long time, I saw an old scholar who gave me his name.
After that, I didn’t forget to explain, “Zi is an honorific, dragon, a strange beast, which implies rapid success.”
"good."
Blacksmith Zhao grinned and praised again and again.
In fact, even though he didn't know a single word, he seemed to understand it.
However, Zilong's name was easy to pronounce and listen to.
"You're a loser! You have two kilograms of white flour and you want to change your name?"
"You know what, my son is going to be the top scholar next year."
When Tiejiang Zhao walked down the street with his child in his arms, he was often given pointers and lectures.
However, he didn't care.
Although the name is short, it is of great significance. It should follow the child throughout his life. Even if he is laid to rest, it will still be engraved on the tombstone.
His old Zhao family were all rough and rough people, with little education, and their names were chosen casually.
Once the anger returns, the ancestors will not blame him.
As he spoke, he opened the door to his home.
It was a small courtyard, with three or two tile-roofed houses, four or five plane trees, hoes and shovels placed at the foot of the wall, and a few goats penned on the other side.
The lowing of the cows comes from the backyard, and all the farming depends on them.
In addition, there is a straw shed with a large stove inside.
He's a blacksmith! He usually works here for decades.
"Come on, baby, let's nurse."
Blacksmith Zhao didn't care about making anything, he hugged little Zhao Yun and sat under the tree.
The milk is goat's milk, pure natural, freshly squeezed and warm.
Mr. Zhao is not picky about food, but he has a big mouth and a good appetite.
When he was feeding, his big eyes were still spinning, looking at the world with curiosity.
Should be robbed into the world.
He has no memory.
He is just an ignorant little creature.
Wow wow.!
What are you doing when you are full? Cry!
When a child sees his mother, he cries three times for nothing.
Although Blacksmith Zhao is a male, it does not prevent Mr. Zhao from showing off his voice.
"Our family has been making a living by blacksmithing for generations."
"When you grow up, this skill will be passed down to you."
"Your great-grandfather had a stubborn temper. Unless he said there was light in the mountains, he would never find it until his death."
Under the moon, the old blacksmith held the baby in his arms with a smile on his face.
His story was not very vivid, but little Zhao Yun's eyes widened when he heard it.
The first person you meet after entering the world seems to be kind to you.
Blacksmith Zhao was also cautious, doing everything on tiptoe, like a thief, for fear of surprising his son.
This night, the old man didn't sleep well.
That night, his sheep didn't sleep well either.
What a little baby! You sleep when you eat, cry when you are hungry, but you are not allowed to get up in the middle of the night to express milk.
He finally managed to stay up until dawn, and Wazi warded him off evil spirits again.
Just like that, the old blacksmith was still happy.
For the rest of his life, he has something to do and has to raise this child.
early morning.
The warm sunshine fills Wutong Town.
The old blacksmith went out early, carrying a baby on his back and a hoe in one hand. Not to mention he was very energetic.
"Donor, your hall is dark!"
People are in high spirits during happy events, but there are always some inappropriate words to say.
For example, when an old blacksmith passed by a restaurant, there was a fortune teller who kept mumbling.
"You bastard, are you sincerely cursing me?" The old blacksmith was furious.
"I am Ye Banxian, so I am a magic stick." The fortune teller said seriously.
"Hey.."
Wow wow!
The half-immortal of the Ye family was lucky enough to catch little Zhao Yun crying loudly.
Otherwise, with Blacksmith Zhao’s bad temper, he would not be able to overthrow his stall.
Even so, he still had a short memory and would always say to everyone he met: Donor, you have a bad reputation!
> For this reason, he was beaten frequently.
Not everyone, like Tiejiang Zhao, is afraid of scaring children.
There are always some people with bad tempers who will fight on the spot if they don't agree with each other.
Who said a plane tree cannot grow crookedly?
No, there are a few trees in the green rice fields that look very irregular.
Mr. Zhao was hung on a tree branch.
Of course, this is not the case.
Blacksmith Zhao found a basket and put it in it for him.
He was hoeing the ground, while the baby was sleeping in it, and they did not miss each other.
When it comes to farm work, he is even more excited. There is a new child in the family, which means he has an extra mouth to eat. He has to save more rations while he is still young. As he gets older, there will be a day when he can no longer do it, but he can't
Let the baby starve.
"This little guy is white and fat."
"Be gentle with your rough hands."
"I say blacksmith, please find a wife!"
The sun was blazing in the sky, and the farmers working in the fields gathered under the trees to enjoy the shade.
Even if you take a break, you have to find something to do.
So, little Zhao Yun was picked off, and a bunch of big guys gathered around, touching his little hands and pinching his little face! Not to mention how comfortable it was.
"temple."
Even if he enters the world due to calamity, this call will still accompany him.
No one could hear him, except the infant Zhao Yun, who had a blank face.
His mind was just enlightened, and he didn't understand why he cried all the time. He cried when he was hungry and cried when he woke up. When he heard the word "Dian" being called, he cried the most painfully.
For this reason, Blacksmith Zhao often took him to see a doctor.
"It's time to eat enough to hold you back."
The doctor is a good doctor, and he doesn't see anything wrong with him.
Ye Banxian, on the other hand, rushed to give him a divination.
From that day on, I didn't see him telling fortunes for more than half a year.
When the people in the town saw him again, they all became nervous.
If Mr. Li was still here, they would have had some conversation.
If he is really a swindler, there is no harm in doing the math.
I'm afraid that some Taoists will just run into the pit after calculating.