At noon banquet, Liu Yi was inevitably persuaded to drink by relatives and friends who were familiar to the villagers. However, after several years of sales, Liu Yi had a good alcohol tolerance. With deliberate control, he looked like he was drinking red and could smell the alcohol during his breathing. Fortunately, he was sober and did not stagger when walking.

Liu Yi did not make every effort at the banquet, and there was a reason for retaining his strength. Today, there were so many relatives and friends from Uncle Dachang today, and some of them must stay here. Although Uncle Dachang's house has a lot of houses, if you want to settle them all, Liu Yi's house in his hometown still needs to be sorted out.

Fortunately, Liu Yi's family has been out for many years, but they still have to come back during the New Year. Just like during the New Year, when the New Year is over, they will have to stay in their hometown for one night with their deceased mother-in-law and father at the grave, so there are several spare quilts left in the house in the hometown.

The weather is still very hot now, so Liu Yi took out the wrapped bamboo mat that he had left at home and washed it clean and dried. He also cleaned the cool plates used for cooling in summer for use at night.

Sure enough, after dinner, there were many relatives left, and only a few of them were closest to each other. They finally got together, but they were not so complete even during the New Year and Festival. They were slightly different from the original plan, so they could not be settled. Later, they had to discuss with the cousin of the clan who lived not far from their hometown and settled some at his house.

Everything is arranged in a tense and orderly manner. If there are any omissions, everyone will discuss and solve them. They are all relatives in the clan. If they can, just click on the point, and no one will say anything.

Liu Yi's family has packed up three beds in total, two in the wing room and one in the side room. They also temporarily built a cool board in the wing room. Fortunately, the summer just passed and the temperature did not drop. Otherwise, if it was winter, there would definitely be not enough quilts at home and would definitely be frozen when sleeping.

The older ones are all placed in the uncle's house. The older generation always has many common languages ​​and similar living habits. The younger generation is arranged to come to Liu Yi's hometown. There are tables in the main hall, so it is inevitable that young people will play cards together. In addition, young people are used to sleeping late, and being lively together cannot affect the rest of the elderly.

Liu Yi was at his own home, and of course he was forced to play cards by his cousins ​​in the clan. To be honest, Liu Yi was not addicted to cards, but he played very well. They played mahjong. The way they played in mountain cities was called "falling Hu". If a Hu card was touched, he would have to pay for it. If Xiao Hu did, whoever would give it to him. Anyway, no matter if he touched Xiao Hu, he would have to touch a Hu card, it would mean that the card ended. Then he shuffled the cards and started the next game. Unlike Chengdu mahjong, the bloody battle was over. It would take a long time to settle the score. In Liu Yi's own words, the time to settle the score was more than the time to play cards, which was too troublesome.

The one who was suitable for the time being played until twelve o'clock in the evening, Liu Yi was as lucky as usual, and won about 200 yuan. The last one left was the last one left. The last one left, and the last one left, was the situation. The big cousin Zhou Xiaobo won the old and young. Everyone watched the audience said that at least he won thousands of times. The last one was not in trouble. The entertainment ended here at night, and a few of them lost money were asking to get up tomorrow to continue fighting.

Liu Yi did not sleep in the wing room, but in the side room of the main house. It was Liu Yi's grandfather's bedroom when the family was first separated. Later, after Liu Yi's father married his mother, he gradually expanded the later wing room. Liu Yi's own main room was strictly called the main hall, which was taken care of by Liu Yi's father Liu Huanzhong and his uncle Liu Huanfu, and now there are only some farm tools in it.

Maybe he just went home and changed into the bed that was used to mattresses. Liu Yi couldn't sleep. The one who squeezed with him was the uncle's second cousin Liu An. Today, he might be in charge of many banquets and was really tired. He was still a little energetic just now and was snoring on the bed. The snoring was completely deafening, like spring thunder. Liu Yi, who had not fallen asleep, was even more difficult to fall asleep under the influence of his snoring.

In desperation, I got up. The moonlight outside the window penetrated into the room from the branches, and everything inside the room was bright. This room where my grandfather used to live had a large bookshelf filled with books.

When he was a child, Liu Yi was quite naughty. He took some books from it and wanted to tear off the pages and folded them into paper cannons. Those who grew up in the 1980s should know how to use paper cannons. Paper cannons are one of the classic childhood games of the post-80s generation. The game is very simple. It is to use paper to fold into squares, called paper cannons. Use your own paper cannons to turn over the other party’s paper cannons, which means winning the other party’s paper cannons.

Liu Yi was once crazy about it. How could he not secretly be happy when he saw books that could orchestrate paper. However, at that time, Liu Yi was unlucky. He was about to reach out and was caught by his father who was farming outside when he came back, and was also fryed with a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots (corporally punished by bamboo strips).

Later, when he became a little older and liked literature, he could slowly take some books to browse. At that time, he found that the collection of books on his grandfather's bookshelf was very rich, including the four classics of ancient times, "Water Margin", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Journey to the West" and "Dream of the Red Chamber". Secondly, there were some professional books used by his grandfather to work and some miscellaneous books with strange stories, including chess endgames, chess scores, Chinese medicine symptoms, and folk remedies...

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I looked at my sleeping second brother, turned on the light, leaned on the bookshelf and took out some books from it casually and started reading. But when I was a child, I read many books when I was in school, and now I still remember some details in some books clearly, and it would be meaningless to read them repeatedly.

Liu Yi picked out those books that he had never moved before and started reading. After a while, he turned out a large stack of books from the bookshelf and returned them one by one. It was not that Liu Yi didn't want to read them, but that the books he opened were all related professional and technical books brought back from the steel factory when his grandfather was working. It was strange that he could understand them, so he had to return to his original position.

Before he knew it, the books Liu Yi read reached the top level. He didn't grow taller when he was a child. Liu Yi had basically not moved the books on the upper level. Now he was covered with a thick layer of dust. At this time, Liu Yi didn't want to do it anymore. He was sleeping, but if it was dusty everywhere and dirty, how could he sleep later?

Liu Yi thought about turning around and returning to the bed, ready to lie down and go to bed. But the second brother snoring again. Unlike other people who snore, the second brother snoring was completely irregular and the sound was loud, so he really couldn't fall asleep. Alas, if I had known, I wouldn't have squeezed into the bed with him.

After looking at my phone, it was almost midnight. I lay on the bed and listened to my second brother's snoring, and I felt irritated. The temperature was still a little hot, but when I lay on the bed, I felt even hot and sweaty all over my body. Finally, I felt a little cooler, and I leaned against the bookshelf, regardless of the impact of the dust on the books on the surroundings, so I took out one and bounced the dust on the surface of the books.

The book I took out this time was a thread-bound book, and the cover of the book was slightly yellow. Taking advantage of the dim incandescent light, I looked at the name of the book carefully. Liu Yi found that the book was worm-eatened. The name was not very complete. After reading it for a long time, he could figure out a word and a sutra.

I read it briefly. Fortunately, it was quite complete and the handwriting was clearer. After reading the contents of a few pages, it was taught about crop cultivation. I was a little surprised. I had books in ancient times to educate people to cultivate farming. It seemed that there were several books. The representative work should be "The Work of Heaven and the Work of the Heavenly Works" of the Ming Dynasty. Some of them describe the cultivation techniques of grain crops, but Liu Yi did not find such a book in history courses.

This completely aroused Liu Yi's curiosity. He put this book aside and continued to look back and clean up the books on the bookshelf. As a result, the books on it seem to have a certain age, and most of them are thread-bound books. Among them, the one I picked out at the beginning, there are three of the same cover style, and the other two are also well preserved, and the titles can be clearly seen, and the names are the same "Shennong Jing".

When Liu Yi saw the title of the book "Shennong Jing", he was shocked. "Shennong Jing" could not have been written by Shennong himself, but he thought it was impossible. According to the genealogy, the ancestors of the Liu Yi family were not rich and famous families. They only took root and reproduced in the current place in the era of war. It was impossible to have anything to do with the great gods of the ancient times.

Then again, in the feudal society with a hierarchical system, who dares to compare himself with God and even write books, that is a serious crime of beheading, and maybe even implicate the nine clans. Is this the reason why the writers who write books know that they have a serious relationship and only write books and dare not leave their names?

No matter how he is, if you don't think about it, maybe there is another story in the book. No matter how you say it, the three "Shennong Jing" still aroused Liu Yi's great interest, and it was still opened. Liu Yi slowly read the book that was eaten by insects. He didn't know if he didn't read it. He was shocked to see Liu Yi's current situation. As he looked at it, Liu Yi suddenly jumped up and turned his head to look at his sleeping second brother. Fortunately, he didn't wake him up.

Liu Yi was indeed shocked. The beginning of the article relieved some of Liu Yi's doubts. According to the bookmaker, I pursued the way of heaven throughout my life, indifferent to fame and fortune, nurturing my nature, and hid in the wilderness to confine my body to longevity. However, I also visited famous mountains, rivers, valleys, rivers, and marshlands, and found countless strange things. I refine immortal pills without fruit. I was lucky to find that the waste residue of elixirs helped plants and trees. The dumping place was particularly lush, and the fruits and fruits were tasteless. I had the intention to do it, explore the reasons and master it. Later, I covered the wilderness, ate the fruits and vegetables on it, and my body was strong and strong. I have been without illness for a hundred years, and I often traveled alone in the mountains and rivers without fear. I looked at it with a strong and unlucky life. I regretted that this method was not continuous, and I was afraid of causing chaos. I specially wrote this method, placed it in a box, hidden in a stone cave, and waited for fate, and I was careful to get it.
Chapter completed!