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After tasting the taste of hunger, Yang Yun immediately made eating a top priority at the moment.

Thinking of the white hair on his parents' heads and the little sister's body that was blown by the wind, Yang Yun secretly gritted his teeth and cursed that he not only wanted to make himself and his family full, but also wanted to make the whole family rich and prosperous, and enjoy the blessings of the world. Only in this way can he be reincarnated and reborn this time.

Thinking of the past life, Yang Yun remembered that he was about the age of sixteen or seventeen and left home to seek Taoism. After twenty years of practice, he became a talented person and returned home.

At that time, he found that his hometown had been in war and his relatives were displaced. Yang Yun searched for it for a long time and only learned from the villagers he met that all his family had fled, and there was no other news.

At that time, Yang Yun's cultivation was still low, and he had only been searching for the gods and searching for the traces for a few miles. Where could he find his relatives scattered?

After Yang Yun's cultivation level has passed for more than a hundred years, he remembered that his family must have passed away, so he completely eliminated the idea of ​​finding relatives. From then on, he cut off the worldly relationship and devoted himself to the Tao.

There is no time to practice. Yang Yun walked forward and broke through the realm of layers of natural barriers. He finally became the most outstanding person in the world of cultivation. At this time, it was a thousand years and ten thousand years before Yang Yun entered the realm of illusion that everyone in the world of cultivation changed their faces.

Cultivating immortals is difficult and there are constant disasters. The most powerful of them are the three disasters of heaven, earth and man, and there are differences between sizes and sizes. During the True Illusion Period, you will encounter the so-called "Great Master Calamity". The illusion and reality are mixed together, and the real is real, like the real and the real, but it directly points to the original heart, making people unable to distinguish, or even don't want to distinguish.

In addition, those who use ulterior motives and extraterritorial demons will be encouraged by the fire. If one of the ten people can pass the True Illusion Period, most people will be lost in the illusion, slowly lose their cultivation, die, or kill themselves in a mess, and finally be eliminated by the practice world.

One of the fantasy that Yang Yun encountered in the True Illusion Period was that he met his parents and relatives again.

The most amazing thing is that although it is a transformed character, the scene is completely real. What Yang Yun saw in the illusion is the experience of his lost family back then.

The riots were raging, and the old father was separated from his family during the escape. After returning home alone, he encountered robbery of the riots. The last bit of food buried in the yard was also forced to search and plunder, and finally died of slander and starvation at home.

The eldest brother was captured by the Beiliang army on the way to escape, and filled the moat like cannon fodder in the battle of Qianjiang City.

Yang Yun also has a second brother, Yang Yue. Because he was poor and had few lands, he ran to the sea to become a sailor when he was fourteen years old. Yang Yue's fleet lost business in troubled times. After he broke up, he became bandits with a group of sailors and lost his life in a sea fight.

The younger sister Yang Lin led her mother to wander around and suffered all the bullying, and finally struggled to survive. After a chaotic era, the two found a broken courtyard in a broken city to live. Yang Lin looked for odd jobs or pick up rags. Yang's mother went to the streets to beg every day, and opened a small piece of wasteland in the yard to grow vegetables. The mother and daughter depended on each other and lived hard.

In the first few years, some people wanted to take Yang Lin as their wife and concubine, but Yang Lin couldn't bear to leave her mother, and the matter was not done. After a long time, her youth was gone, and Yang Lin was no longer interested in her after Yang's mother passed away. In the end, she died alone and had no children and was desolate. The neighbors were holding a pair of straw mats and rolled up to the mass grave and sent it to the mass grave.

In the illusion, Yang Yun must stick to his heart of Tao and cannot take action no matter what kind of experience he encounters his relatives. As long as he moves a finger, he will be lost and doomed immediately.

Although he has been a human being for two lifetimes, Yang Yun's face changed drastically when he remembered these things and was sweating profusely.

The failure of the great heavenly tribulation may be a good thing. He lost the opportunity to ascendesh, but he was reincarnated and reborn. Those regrets and resentment, with themselves, must never happen again. Yang Yun thought of this and clenched his fists.

"In this life, I do not seek to become an immortal. I only seek to be free and free, do whatever I want, my family will be rich and healthy, and the sky is high and the earth is vast and let me travel around. As for practicing, I can do whatever I want, and I can protect myself in troubled times."

Regardless of the two lines of tears falling down her cheeks, Yang Yun smiled at the sky, feeling that the whole body in his chest was filled with joy.

Before the laughter stopped, a scream came from the stomach. The green bamboo shoots were still unworthy of food, and now they were digested.

Yang Yun smiled bitterly, thinking that he had succeeded in the audition exercise and was fine enough to stay here, so he put two books on it, walked around the bamboo forest and walked slowly towards his home.

Not long after walking, a man with a naked chest came over on the road, with a bright pig-killing knife in his waist, and a few shaking pork and going into the water in his hand.

When Yang Yun saw this person, he recognized him as the butcher Wang who lived in the east end of the village.

"Uncle Wang, where are you going?"

Wang Butcher Wang was stunned for a moment and replied with a smile: "It turns out that he is the mistress of the Yang family. How did he know that he was called someone today?"

If Yang Yun had studied hard, he would look down on people like Wang Butuhu. In addition, his family was poor, but Wang Butuhu could eat pork almost every day. He was also somewhat inferior in his arrogance and rarely greeted him when he met.

Of course it is different now. In Yang Yun's mind, there is no difference between the butcher and the emperor, and they are all ordinary people.

"Uncle Wang is going to go to the mother-in-law's house in the town, right? But you may not like to send these things to the old man." Yang Yun said with a smile.

"How do you know?" Butcher Wang was shocked. He was big and thick, but he just married a petite and delicate wife. He loved and feared him on weekdays. Butcher Wang often went to Yue's house to send things, but his mother-in-law always looked at him and his tone was neither cold nor hot.

"You have to change your clothes when you go to your mother-in-law's house, and remember to take away the knife. Have you told these aunts all?" Yang Yun asked.

"Yes, the clothes are all in the package."

"That's this gift. Your mother-in-law's family is a wealthy family in the town. She doesn't lack these bites of meat. If you take it so bloody, you feel decent."

"What I mean is, but I am a butcher. I don't have anything to give away except this meat. I have to buy something that is not worth it. I am afraid that my mother-in-law will criticize you." Wang butcher Wang hesitated.

"It depends on whether you are careful. Now that the Spring Festival is changing, my aunt is weak. Have you coughed these days? Your mother-in-law is old and probably coughs even harder. I'll give you an idea. You go to Huichuntang to ask for a nourishing recipe, which will be packed with the pig lungs in your hand and sent them together, so that the elderly can cook it into porridge to take it in the morning and evening to nourish the body and moisten the lungs. Wouldn't that be good?"

Wang Butcher Wang was overjoyed, "I am worthy of being a scholar! I will do as you said."

"This is a thank you gift, take it..." Wang Butcher threw a piece of pork belly over.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Yang Yun quickly looked and grabbed it from the air.

Seeing Yang Yun's nimbleness, Wang Butuhu was a little surprised, but he had just received guidance and hurriedly said goodbye to leave.

Yang Yun happily carried the meat home.

When he saw the door of the house from afar, Yang Yun suddenly stood up and slapped his forehead hard.

"Oh... am I confused? I just gave advice to the butcher Wang, but I didn't think of this path long ago." Yang Yun suddenly thought that behind the village was Xiaoyue Mountain, with lush grass and trees on the mountain, with some valuable medicinal materials, but ordinary people lack knowledge and are difficult to identify.

"Isn't this a way to make money? A lot of money grows on the mountain, and no one will doubt anything after picking it up. At most, I think I'm lucky. This method of making money has no consequences and can't be safer."

Thinking of a solution, Yang Yun was relaxed and hummed a small song and walked into the house.

He stuffed Yang's hand with more than four pounds of pork belly, "Mom, this is what the uncle Wang from the east of the village gave me. Let's clean up and cook it tonight."

Yang was surprised, "Why did he give you something so expensive?"

"I was happy to see him on the way, so I threw it to me. No matter why he was cooked and eaten. At worst, the government will give him this year and give him some gifts."

Yang thought again, Wang Butcher's family was rich, and these pork was really nothing to his family. His son Yang Yun is now a scholar, and Wang Butcher's gift was just as good as it was, so he stopped asking how to fix this pork belly.

According to Yang's intention, he wanted to make bacon and eat it bit by bit. Yang Yun was so hungry that he was so hungry that he urged Yang to make a braised pork.

Yang's youngest son is the most despicable. Seeing that Yang Yun's complexion is not good, he also wanted to make up for him, but he was hesitant, "It's okay to make braised pork, but there is no soy sauce or sugar at home."

Yang Yun knew that soy sauce was fine, but sugar was quite expensive. He usually bought some during the Chinese New Year, and now he has used up all of them.

"What's the difficulty? Go to Uncle Changsheng's house next door to borrow some, and make braised pork to get a bowl of it for his house." Yang Yun had an idea.

After hearing this, Yang really went to borrow seasonings and borrowed two kilograms of new rice, and became busy in the kitchen.

Yang was reluctant to leave when cutting meat. He cut seven or eight taels of fat from the top of the pork belly and fryed half dry in an iron pan. He collected the fried lard in a clay pot and hid it in the corner of the stove.

Yang Lin carried a basket of freshly cut grass into the yard. She couldn't wait to put down the basket, so she screamed, "What are you doing? It's so fragrant!"

When I ran into the kitchen and reached out to uncover the lid of the pot, I saw a pot of red and greasy braised pork rolling in the thick soup.

Suddenly, Yang Lin's saliva flowed down and she reached out to pick up the meat from the hot pot, but was beaten by Yang.

"Damn girl, don't be afraid of burning your paws! You'll eat together when your father and elder brother come back in the evening."

Poor Yang Lin didn't give up and took the opportunity to help the kitchen and ran to the stove more than a dozen times soon.

Unfortunately, Yang was carrying a fried spoon, just like a female tigress caring for her cubs, and she was indecisive, and Yang Lin had no choice but to take advantage of it.

Yang Yun's room was next to the kitchen, and the movement inside could be heard clearly. He held a book in his hand, shook his head and read it in a gesture, and had already smiled secretly in his heart several times.

The braised pork stewed for a long time, and the soup gradually dried up. A strong fragrance drifted around, drilling into Yang Yun's nose, making the greedy worms in his stomach rise one by one.

Yang Yun couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, "Yang Yun, Yang Yun, where is your realm? You are all in the Heavenly Tribulation Period and are still greedy for a bowl of braised pork. If you say it, you will have no shame to see fellow Taoists."

Yang Yun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and just muttered it like this, but he didn't even notice that the book in his hand was inverted.

After finally arriving until the sun sets in the west, the two people who were plowing the fields returned home and asked and explained again.

Yang finally turned off the heat and opened the lid of the pot. The strong fragrance came to his nose and everyone's mouth was drooling.

Yang carefully filled it with the best porcelain bowl in the house and handed it to Yang Lin: "Go, I'll send it to your Uncle Changsheng's house."

Yang Lin was so happy that she ran away with the bowl. Yang chased after him and shouted, "Be careful, don't beat the bowl..."

When Yang Lin came back, the corners of her mouth were oily and a smile that had just stole a chicken on her face. Everyone, including Yang, pretended not to see it. Yang Lin thought no one noticed it and smiled even more proudly.

The Yang family did not pay attention to any rules when eating. Several people sat together. Yang's father picked up a piece of meat first, as if he had a signal. The whole family suddenly felt like rain and chewing loudly.
Chapter completed!