Chapter 558 Peach Blossom Source

"Look for a blacksmith? Well, come with me." The old fisherman said without any extra expression.

He caught fish every day next to the river outside the village. Although he had seen tourists in a constant stream, the easiest way for those who came outside to enter the village was the old man who was fishing by the river. Among these tourists, only a small number of people came to settle in the village, and the others came for various reasons.

It was not surprising that the young man in front of him came to find a blacksmith. It would be strange if he had come to settle in the village. For young people, not many can endure loneliness, and not many can stay with a group of old men.

Yun Ting nodded slightly, stretched out his other hand again, trying to help the old fisherman bring the fish basket. Yun Ting was very polite to this old fisherman and would not despise the old fisherman. There are many elderly, weak, sick and disabled in Taoyuan Village. It is these that look inconspicuous, old, weak, sick and disabled, but they are not sure that another one represents the highest level in a certain skill.

"No need, I'm not old enough to get a fish basket!" The old fisherman blew his nose and stared at him, directly rejecting Yun Ting's kindness.

The old fisherman walked forward, and Yun Ting hurriedly followed, not angry. The old fisherman ahead walked very slowly, and Yun Ting's pace also slowed down, and he had time to see the scenery of Taoyuan Village.

Taoyuan Village is still the same as what he saw when he came here in his previous life. There are some subtle places, but overall they are the same, with a pastoral scenery. Whenever Yun Ting saw such a scenery, he would feel that time has slowed down a lot, and the calmness in his heart allowed him to think about many things clearly.

In the fields outside the village, there were some people who were plowing, and an old ox was driven by the farmer to plow the fields. From a distance, it was impossible to tell whether these farmers were indigenous people or players in the game. But so what? Whether they were indigenous people or players, their actions of bowing their heads and bent down were exactly the same, with the same concentration, the same forehead, and the back.

In the real world, not many people can still farm primitively, and all the grain industries have been fully automated. Perhaps at some point, there are still people who are willing to understand but only understand, and not many are willing to be like a fool. Yes, like a fool, basking in the sun and planting rice in the sun, just for the low yield.

Even in the game, more players will do a lot of things and choose many professions in the game, but no one chooses professions like Farmer at all. Only Yun Ting knows that in Taoyuan Village, there are such fools, and they are extremely stupid fools.

Such a fool, the rice seeds flowed from him, were dreamt of every force later. The reason was very simple, because the rice he planted and the cultivation tools he improved with craftsmen could increase the yield of grain and save a lot of manpower.

It was the inconspicuous farmer who, in fact, was more important than many players in the game. Because in this world, not only the indigenous people of the game needed to eat, but also players also needed it. If the grain output could not keep up, famine was certain, and death was certain. No matter how many times the player could have been there, he would have to die again and again!

Many players did not notice it at all, or the indigenous people did not feel it. The food prices on the market are now rising at a very inconspicuous level. When they gradually realized it, the price of food will remain high and a real disaster will come. At that time, the heroes who are separatist will not consider how to defeat the enemy, but to let the people and the army have a full meal!

In the peach forest not far away, the blooming peach blossoms and petals flew with the breeze, and there was a pink rain. Each petal stretched out for the sky and fell gently, dyeing the land into the same color as the falling rain of flowers. In the peach forest, laughter and joy came out, and when it reached Yun Ting's ears, it became much weaker, but the happiness and joy could be felt.

On the dirt road in the village, an old hen was leading a group of chickens behind him searching on the grass. When he saw the old fisherman and Yun Ting, he did not hide in horror, but continued to take its steps with great pride.

"Wo Wang." A yellow dog barked at Yun Ting at the entrance of the village.

"Ah Huang, shut up!"

Before the old fisherman could make a sound, an impatient sound rang out in the fence wall at the entrance of the village. After hearing this, the yellow dog stopped barking, staring at Yun Ting, baring his teeth fiercely. One of its front paws was pulled on the ground, pulled out the claws and printed them out, and could pounce on Yun Ting at any time.

On the other side of the village road, the low wooden door of a family's yard opened and creaked. A young man dressed in a hunter dress, holding a short fork, and carrying a longbow and an arrow pouch behind him.

"Ah Huang, let's go." He called out, and the yellow dog immediately took his attention back from Yun Ting and ran over quickly.

The yellow dog Ah Huang stopped by the young man's legs, rubbed his head against the young man's calf, and sat down. His gentle appearance made people unable to see the ferocity he had just happened, and he even thought that the feeling that he would pounce on him and bite him at any time was just an illusion.

He bent down and reached out to touch Ah Huang's head. The young man raised his body again and looked at the old fisherman and Yun Ting who stopped.

"Mr. Guo, is this a guest?" he asked. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, his smile making people feel comfortable.

"Yes." The old fisherman nodded, looked at the fully armed young man, and continued: "Yi, do you want to go out for hunting? Will you come back tonight? I'll ask the old woman to make fish soup when I go home, remember to come and drink it."

As he spoke to himself, the old fisherman's question behind him was just as he hadn't asked. He directly invited the hunter young man Yi to come to drink fish soup at night.

"Okay." Yi still smiled and agreed, his smile became even brighter.

"Then Mr. Guo, I'll leave." Yi added.

"Remember to come to drink fish soup tonight!" Old fisherman Guo reminded again that he smiled happily after seeing the latter's focus.

Yi took the yellow dog Ah Huang to the outside of the village. When he passed by Yun Ting, his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly, and then he returned to normal. The yellow dog Ah Huang, who was walking with a brisk pace, also exploded when his master showed this abnormality. He returned to normal only after he passed Yun Ting.

At the moment of passing by, both Yi and Yun Ting felt the pressure brought to him by the other party. This pressure was very sudden, suddenly and suddenly arose. The reason of both of them suppressed their physical instincts and felt the instincts of threats to counterattack.

Yi disappeared behind Yun Ting. Yun Ting did not look back. Yi actually knew him. In his previous life, when Taoyuan Village was no longer a paradise, it was Yi and several other players in the village who protected this Taoyuan. Although Yi was just a hunter, just like a mythical character represented by the word Yi in his name, his archery skills were superb. Under Yi's arrow, on the mountain where Taoyuan Village was located, among the trees, they truly became places where peach blossoms bloom, but the color of the blooming peach blossoms was bright red.

"Huh, I've put the finishing touch, it seems that I have never reached that level." A voice containing a sigh sounded in the courtyard wall where the sound was heard before.

Yun Ting looked out and saw a back view inside the courtyard wall with his back facing away from him. Just a back made Yun Ting feel a sense of desolation and loneliness. With this courtyard and the green vines climbing on the courtyard wall, it became a scene in his eyes.

The old fisherman Guo Lao looked at Yun Ting's gaze and smiled and said, "I don't have to worry about this painting. I have to put the finishing touch on myself. It's just an adjective. Who can click the eyes to make the dragon in the painting come alive?"

"Old Guo, don't say bad things about me behind my back!" said the scribe in the courtyard.

"You guy, isn't it because I'm talking bad about you behind your back?" Mr. Guo cursed with a smile.

"It is impossible to say that I am going to finish my eyes. I don't know who wanted to see if the carp could jump over the dragon gate and catch the carp!" The scholar turned around and fought back.

The old fisherman snorted and said loudly: "You have to have dreams in life! How do you know that it is impossible to jump into the dragon gate? Things that have not been confirmed may not be impossible. Besides, it is a legend that has been circulated in the past. No one knows whether a carp is just a dragon gate and turns into a dragon!"

"Yes! You have to have dreams in life, and I am also a person with dreams! I put the finishing touch on the dragon. Although the dragon I drew was not able to survive with my eyes, no one knows if someone drew the dragon before and survived!" The scribe said with confidence.

On the desk behind him, on the paper pressed with paperweight, a long dragon of ink and wash jumped on the paper and leaped in the clouds. At the point in his eyes, the eyes that had not yet dried were gradually becoming more and more energetic under the sunlight.

"Tsk, just wait for the dragon on your paper to come alive one day, and I'll catch it again." The old fisherman added.

The scribe corrected, "That's a dragon, not a fish."

"No. Carp can turn into dragons, which proves that dragons are also a kind of fish." The old fisherman refused to give in.

"No, that's a dragon, not a fish..."

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As for whether the dragon was related to the fish, the old fisherman and the scholar had a long dispute. Soon the old fisherman realized that there was a guest next to him, so he waved his hand generously and said, "Forget it, I won't discuss it with you."

After staring at the scholar for a long time, the old fisherman looked at the fish basket he was carrying again. He shook his head and said, "I remember to come to my house to drink fish soup tonight. You guys, you made your own fish, just ruining my fish! I think you have to replenish your brain, so you can eat all the fish heads at night!"

This is a middle-aged scholar, and Yun Ting is an old fisherman in front of him. No matter which one of the two people, they are much older than Yun Ting. But when they see their arguments, they seem very naive, just like two children, but for some reason, Yun Ting is a little envious. Many people cannot have this young mentality.

Seeing what the scholar was about to say, the old fisherman laughed, waved his hand, and left with a light step. Listening to the "Wait" coming from behind, he seemed to have caught several big fish, with a sense of accomplishment!

After walking a while in the village, the old fisherman Guo stopped, pointed to a room at the end and said to Yun Ting, "Here, that's it. I'm going to rush home to ask my old woman to make fish, so I won't accompany you. If you can't find it, go to the noisiest side. The blacksmith's home is the blacksmith's home."

"Let's go." Waving his hand, the old fisherman left without waiting for Yun Ting to answer.

Yun Ting walked towards the room pointed by the old fisherman, but question marks appeared on his forehead, saying that there was a sound of ironwork, but he didn't hear it. As he walked in, he was only sure when he stood in front of the gate and heard the faint sound from the gate.

"Tailor, I heard you are here to seek abuse again?" A voice full of energy came from the gate of the courtyard.

Yun Ting heard it very clearly. It was hard to imagine that the sound through a door seemed to appear in front of Yun Ting. It was not difficult to imagine how loud the owner of the voice behind the door was.

In the courtyard, two big men were staring at each other without hiding the hostility towards each other in their eyes.

"Blacksmith, it's not certain who is looking for abuse! Do you think the armor-breaking cone you created will definitely penetrate the armor I created?" said the tailor.

"Hmph, I said to tailor, with your skill, it's better to make more clothes. Making armor is a waste of time! Under my armor-breaking cone, if you don't wear armor, you'll die a little bit. If you wear armor, you'll still die. But the pain before death will make you desperately want to die!" The blacksmith stretched out a finger, dug out his nose, took out his booze, looked at it, and then bounced it away.

After a pause, he found that the booster on his fingertips was still stuck on his head, so he covered his other finger and rubbed it before bounced it out again. Finally, the booster flew out and landed on the ground in a parabola, and could no longer tell.

Looking at the blacksmith's indifferent performance, the tailor snorted angrily. He pointed to the two scarecrows placed at the end of the courtyard and said, "Let's try it out. Humph, don't think I'm still the same set of chain mail! I have read a lot of documents before copying the paper armor. Don't lose and refuse to admit it!"
Chapter completed!