The sun is setting in the west, and the trees are dyed with sunset glow.
Three or two white birds were chasing each other in the air, flying from the lake in the distance and landing in the rice fields, flapping their wings and chirping happily.
The neighbor who was watering the fields greeted Yu Sheng, then walked leisurely back along the field ridge with a shovel and whistling.
Suddenly a rabbit emerged from the field and interrupted the whistle.
The farmer pounced on it cautiously, and the rabbit's legs jumped and hid in the rice field again, splashing him with mud and making him laugh with schadenfreude.
The farmer didn't take it seriously, patted the dust, laughed and cursed Yu Sheng before leaving.
A gust of wind blew, and the bamboo leaves rustled down, flying in the field, and fell on Yu Sheng's shoulders.
He was sitting on the bullock cart, and when he turned around, he saw the monkey sitting on the branches of the ash tree, staring at him with eager eyes.
"You have to leave some for it, and you can't pick them all." Yu Sheng said, the monkey was a big help, otherwise he would have to climb the tree to pick the fruits.
Fu Nan came over with a bunch of fruits and put them on the bullock cart, "I guess you have some conscience."
"Of course, I'll need its help next year," Yu Sheng said.
Bai Gaoxing put a bag of fruits in the car and saw thick smoke rising from the grave to the south. It was the townspeople burning the bamboo rat.
The wind was straight at first, then was blown by the wind and sent towards the bamboo forest, drifted over the tops of the ash trees, and then went to the west mountain along with the bamboo leaves.
Sanskrit chanting and the sound of wooden fish tapping were also brought along with the wind, making people's hearts feel as if they have been washed, and the space is quiet and peaceful.
"Even though we are so far apart, Sanskrit sounds can still be delivered." Master Tiantian looked at the grave, "This old monk has superb cultivation and should not be underestimated."
As a royal guard, Fu Nan was born with a problem, "Where did he come from? The Xishan Temple claimed a lot of lives back then."
"Never mind it, go home." Yu Sheng sat on the bullock cart, flicked his whip, and the bullock cart started slowly.
The fields outside the town are very flat, the wind blows the rice waves, and the huge dandelion seeds fly in the wind, like falling snow.
"It would be good to buy a few acres of Susukaku farmland and spend your old age here." Fu Nan sat in the car and said, "The city master's sword bag has been of great help here."
Among the towns outside Yangzhou, only small towns are the most comfortable.
If other towns are far away from the city, without the deterrence of the city lord, they will be frequently attacked by monsters, making it difficult to survive.
Even those who can barely stand firm are often faced with battles with monsters.
Fu Nan's father was bitten to death by a wolf when he was a child, and later his mother also died of evil spirits.
Now his hometown is in ruins, and the villagers have to return to Yangzhou City to find a hard way to make a living.
Yu Sheng asked curiously: "Why did the city lord just hang a sword pouch on the town's archway?"
Bai happily shook his head. The Jin Yiwei where the rich and troubled people were was directly under the command of the city lord. He had heard a little about it, "I heard that someone in the town saved her life a hundred years ago."
Yu Sheng stopped the whip in his hand and looked back at Fu Nan, "Really or not, the city lord was also a swordsman a hundred years ago, wasn't he? Someone in the town saved her?"
"Who is it? Who is it?" Yu Sheng said excitedly, "I didn't expect that there is an extraordinary person in this town."
The rich man said: "How do I know? I didn't exist a hundred years ago."
"Could it be the fifth grandma?" Yu Sheng pondered, "She spends her days in calm weather. She sits in front of the door and watches the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and relax. She has the demeanor of a master."
Bai Gaoxing had met the Fifth Grandma. He was about to speak when he saw Yu Sheng clapped his hands and said, "Could it be Aunt Ma's mother-in-law? The city lord has eaten her steamed buns."
Fu Quan said: "Don't make random guesses. I just heard about it. I'm not sure whether it's true or not."
While he was talking, the bullock cart had already climbed onto the stone bridge.
The little white fox was lying next to the bluestone on the river bank. A group of little ducks were driven off the bank by it and were swimming happily in the river.
When Yu Sheng returned to the backyard of the inn, he saw Cao'er taking notes on the grass.
Qiuqiu chewed the grass in his mouth, discerning its medicinal properties, and occasionally "squeaked" a few words to Cao'er. He didn't know how Cao'er understood it.
The dog is also in the backyard. Don't look at it because it is ugly. Now it has become familiar with Sheriff Black Cat and the others. Even Qiuqiu is close to it.
It can be seen that many creatures like to be friends with ugly people. Only in this way can they bring out their own beauty.
"This is why Yushu Linfeng is like me, and I have friends like you." Yu Sheng said to Tianshi Fu Nan who was sitting on the roof of the backyard chatting.
Immediately, tiles fell down, but luckily Yu Sheng flashed quickly.
He took out the stone mill and attracted Cao'er's attention, "What are you going to do?"
Yu Sheng smiled and said, "Let you drink something different tonight."
In his previous life, Yu Sheng's grandmother used stone mills to grind soy milk and tofu, so he could make it without systematic guidance.
Caoer stopped letting Qiuqiu taste the grass. She squatted over with Qiuqiu in her arms and watched curiously as Yu Sheng added water to the beans and ground them into a pulp.
When it was almost done, Yu Sheng stopped, and Cao'er curiously followed Yu Sheng in and out until Yu Sheng cooked the soy milk.
"Is this tofu?" Tianshi also came over, "Can this thing be used for cooking?"
"This is for drinking." Yu Sheng said, "I'm too lazy to make tofu, I'll do it tomorrow.
As night falls, the sunset leaves a trace of afterglow on the archway and then slowly falls into the west mountain.
The traveling merchants and five martial arts masters from the inn came down to wait for their meal, and the old monk and his disciples were also arranged by Li Zheng in the inn.
Yu Sheng took a sip of the cooked soy milk and said, "Tsk, it tastes really good." Yu Sheng boasted.
Just at this moment, the cold voice of the system sounded:
If the host completes the soy milk drink alone, he will be rewarded with fifty merit points.
Before Yu Sheng could get angry and the system would demolish him, the system issued a new task:
In view of the flaws in the host's homemade soy milk, a new mission is hereby issued.
【Task】Continue to improve the taste of homemade soy milk.
[Task Reward] Twenty merit points will be awarded for each further step.
"Improve the taste?" Yu Sheng smiled slyly and added salt to a bowl of soy milk.
"Salty soy milk, does it count as an improvement?" he asked the system.
The system is helpless: Congratulations to the host for successfully improving one level, and will be rewarded with twenty merit points.
"Hehe." Yu Sheng smiled proudly.
He exchanged sugar from the system condiments and added it to another bowl of soy milk, "Sweet soy milk, hurry up, hurry up, it will bring you merit points."
System: The host intentionally insults the system's IQ and deducts 30 merit points.
Yu Sheng said angrily: "I..."
"Beep, beep, beep." This sound came from Yu Sheng's mouth.
I was stunned for the rest of my life. I never expected that this grandson could block sensitive words.
He could only greet his uncle in the system fiercely in his thoughts.
Bai Gaoxing poked his head in and looked at Yu Sheng in surprise, "Shopkeeper, what are you talking about? Is dinner ready?"
"I'm taking a taxi." Yu Sheng said angrily.
"Take a taxi?" Bai Gaoxing was puzzled, "What kind of car, horse-drawn carriage, ox-cart, or whose name is the car?"
Yu Sheng was too lazy to explain. He pointed to the two bowls of soy milk and said, "Take these out. We will drink this and eat the soup dumplings tonight."
Although it is not a dish, Bai Gaoxing has great expectations for this food and has been waiting for a long time.
He hurriedly took out the soy milk, and put Yu Sheng's sugar and salt in a small dish each to the guests, allowing them to choose the taste that suited them.