Chapter 2

At the sunset, the tiny clouds of scales in the sky were dyed with the afterglow of the setting sun, as if a banished immortal was rafting on the sea of ​​clouds into the mortal world, causing the rays of clouds to spread.

The Yuan family rarely came to the guests. The parents were in the front hall and the sisters were busy boiling water and cooking, leaving Yuan Xianger to chop firewood in the yard.

Yuan Xiang'er, carrying a sharp axe, stood in front of Chai Dunzi with a dark face, and whispered to the empty wooden stake, "Get out of the way."

In her sight, a chicken was sagging on the short Chaidun at this moment, to be precise, a long-necked chicken wearing clothes.

He was neatly wearing a small gray robe, his hands were properly wrapped in his sleeves, and the collar was stretched out with a thin and long chicken neck - this inappropriate little monster put his neck on a wooden stake like a guillotine, posing as if he was ready to die.

Yuan Xianger knew very well that if she cut down with an axe, the little chicken's head would roll to the ground, and the little monster with a broken head would happily chase out, pick up his head and put it back on his neck, and then lay down again without hesitation.

It doesn't know where it is weird. It likes to lie on the stakes of humans chopping wood, playing this beheaded game over and over again.

Yuan Xianger, who could clearly see it, didn't want to play this kind of game with it, "Go away quickly, I'm going to chop firewood."

Yuan Xianger said.

On the small chicken's head, one eyeball was facing upwards and the other was facing downwards, and both eyes turned around, desperately avoiding contact with Yuan Xiang'er's sight, and lay on the "guillotine" for nothing and refused to move.

"If you don't leave, you will be burned together as firewood."

Yuan Xianger is both angry and funny.

"Xiang'er, are you talking to yourself again?"

The voice of elder sister Yuan Chunhua came from behind. Yuan Xiang'er was startled, restrained her expression and turned around, scratching her head embarrassedly.

The eldest sister took the axe from her hand, held her hand, and looked at her for a while without saying anything, but her eyes were very red.

"Dad said...I'll ask you to come over."

Finally she reluctantly said.

"Dad called me now?

Is there anything wrong?"

The sister shook her head and turned her face, not talking, but avoided her sight and quietly wiped the tears from her face.

After all, Yuan Xiang'er is not a real seven-year-old girl.

My father chatted with a strange guest in the front hall for a long time, but now he asked his sister to take her over. A bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

The so-called front hall of the Yuan family is nothing more than a thatched hut with air leakage on all sides. The dilapidated shrines offer several gods and Buddhas, and the walls were blackened by fireworks for many years.

A dining table with paint was placed in it, and people were eating, entertaining guests, and communicating with gods on weekdays.

At this moment, there were two thick tea bowls for guests on the table, and three small silver ingots were squatting beside the tea bowl. The bright color was incompatible with such a dilapidated house.

Yuan's father sat cross-legged on a bench beside the table. Years of excessive hard work made the man, who was just in his prime, look tired and old.

He kept rubbing his thick yellow fingers and lowered his head crampedly when he saw his little daughter walking in.

Opposite him, there was a strange young man wearing a plain brown short brown, with straw sandals on his feet, and a bamboo hat on his stool and legs, dressed as a country man.

Wearing ordinary clothes and sitting in such a simple and barren house, this man was so casual, but he could not ignore it.

It seemed as if he was not sitting at a greasy table and drinking coarse tea in a missing bowl.

Instead, he is in the elegant residence with green pines reflected in the snow and painted buildings with orchid spirits, and is authentically served with a cup of fragrant tea that melts snow. He is rich and idle, free and easy.

Seeing Yuan Xianger come in, he raised his eyes and nodded to the little girl with a smile.

Yuan Xiang'er's eyes circled around the house and landed on the three silver ingots on the table.

In such a remote countryside, most of the transactions between villagers are made of copper, and currencies such as gold and silver will not appear easily.

Strange guests, large transactions, and the situation of a house being alone.

Yuan Xianger finally turned her eyes on her father who had been calling her for seven years, and her father avoided her eyes.

So, she knew that her blood-loving parents could not bear the burden of their five children and sold themselves as goods.

The evening breeze poured in through the gap in the wall hole, making Yuan Xianger feel a little cold.

For her, if she had to sell a daughter in her family, compared to her soon-to-be-growing elder sister and her reckless and ignorant second sister, her undead who came to another world was indeed the most suitable choice for leaving this family.

In my previous life, I had no father and rarely received the tenderness of my mother.

After spending seven years of cold and heat in this world, she once thought that although her family was poor, she had at least made up for the regrets of her childhood.

Now I suddenly realized that I was still an incompatible passerby compared to this family and this world.

Since you are just a guest, there is nothing to be sad about.

Yuan Xianger said this to herself.

"Sir, this is the Sanyatou."

Yuan’s father called the young guest Mr.

In this era, those who read and read, exorcist, and those who settle accounts... can all be called gentlemen, but I don’t know which one this man belongs to.

The gentleman looked at Yuan Xiang'er and slowly reported to his home: "My surname is Yu and my name is Yao."

The name is natural, and the other is Kunpeng.

Practicing the art of Yin and Yang and Five Elements by chance, you have seen that you have unique qualifications and have moved to inherit your skills. I want to accept you as your disciple. I wonder if you are willing?"

Yuan Xianger wanted to say she didn't want to.

Why should I leave my home with a stranger? This home that has lived for seven years and finally adapted and decided to survive even if life is difficult.

The man who suddenly appeared in front of me was probably just a liar like Wu Daopa. Who knows what he really intended to buy back?

Yuan Xianger looked at her father, but her father didn't look at her, and her eyes were just lingering on the dazzling silver on the table.

The price this person paid was already overjoyed by his father, and Yuan Xianger knew that she probably couldn't stay.

"Can."

She said lightly.

When Yuan's father heard this, he raised his head and looked at his seven-year-old daughter.

The child was thin and small, and he only talked very little on weekdays, but his eyes were particularly clear. He looked straight at him, as if he could see through his heart and understand everything in the world.

Although I was despised when I was born, I have at least hugged her, teased her, and watched her grow up little by little.

At this time, the man finally remembered that this was his bloodline. His daughter, who had been quiet and sensible since childhood, finally felt a little guilty in his heart that was delighted by the unexpected wealth.

But the harvest this year is really bad. The family can no longer be unsuccessful. They can't stop food in winter and can't afford winter clothes. The whole family starves to death and freezes to death.

The son who inherited the incense must not be able to sell it, and the only one who can give up is only one of the three daughters.

Three ingots and ten taels of silver are a lot of money to use in the countryside.

Not only can the whole family survive this bad winter, but it can even save some of it for future sons to get married.

Thinking of this, the father sighed, "Go to the inner room to meet your mother and your grandma."

Yuan Xiang'er looked at him calmly for a while, turned her head and entered the inner room.

In the inner room, my mother was sitting on the edge of the bed with her elder sister, crying. When she saw her coming in, her mother pulled her to her side, reached out to touch her head, looked up and down, and tears fell from her eyes.

My mother's palms were very hot, with the roughness of working all year round, and she repeatedly stroked Yuan Xiang'er's skin in longing, conveying a kind of tenderness that only belongs to her mother.

But that's all.

Yuan Xiang'er waited for a long time, only saw the crackling tears, and did not wait for a word to keep.

The little expectation that ignited in her heart finally cooled down, so she pulled her hand back.

"Mother, I'm leaving now."

She said.

The eldest sister Yuan Chunhua was wrapping a freshly baked pancake and three or two pieces of clothes into a homemade bag. Hearing this, she couldn't help crying, "Don't sell it to my sister, if you want it, sell it to me."

She cried and pulled her mother's arm.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The mother choked and scolded her softly.

The crying attracted the children playing outside the house. Yuan Dabao, Yuan Xiaobao and Yuan Zhaodi saw the fragrant scone cake in their elder sister's hand at a glance, and immediately muttered to eat the cake.

Yuan's mother looked at her crying sons in embarrassment, then at her third daughter who was about to part with her. Finally, she reached out and pulled off a small piece from the round cake and put it into the eldest son's hand, and tore off a small piece and put it in the toddler's hand.

Then he pushed away his second daughter Yuan Zhaodi who was struggling on the ground and kept making noise, stuffed the remaining cakes into the bag, made the bags, and hung them on Yuan Xianger's arm.

Yuan Xiang'er was so cold that she stopped talking and turned her head and turned out of the house.

The old grandmother of the Yuan family was bedridden for many years. When Yuan Xianger entered her room, the dark room was filled with a moldy smell. When Yuan Xianger was just born, her tough grandmother, who was still strong, stood at the doorstep and cursed for a whole day, scolding her mother to shame.

But now, perhaps because he is old and has heard that his granddaughter is leaving, his silly grandmother has her teeth-free mouth and trembles to find a pack of malt sugar sealed from the clay pot at the head of the bed, and stuffed it into Yuan Xiang'er's hand.

I don’t know how many years have this candy been left, and even the red paper faded. Yuan Xianger pinched the red seal that grandma had hidden for many years, and put it together with the missing pancake.

The family sent Yuan Xianger and the "Mr. Nature" to the doorstep.

After traveling through this world for seven years, her identity changed from daughter, sister, sister and granddaughter to apprentice.
To be continued...