Chapter 2: Listening to the Story
"Xiao Mo, I'm going home for dinner!"
"Here you come!" a tender voice replied.
Ye Mo was already six years old at this time, which means that it had been six years since his soul traveled through.
In this world, it is completely different from the earth where Ye Mo lived before. It is even more incredible and even more magical, making Ye Mo constantly absorb everything in this world for the past six years.
Ye Mo trotted and soon arrived at the house, sat at the dining table, waiting for his mother to serve the meal.
"Mother, it's been two days since my father went up the mountain this time. When will he come back?" Ye Mo asked muttered.
"What? I miss him? Don't worry, this time I went into the mountain and I guess I'll be back today." Ye Mo's mother said with a smile.
In fact, there are still certain risks when the hunting team enters the mountain. There are many wild beasts on the mountain, and some large wild beasts will hurt people, and casualties will occur if you are not careful. Fortunately, as long as you don’t go to the deep mountains, there will generally be no big problems. What’s more, those who can join the hunting team are all trainees, and ordinary wild beasts are not worth worrying about.
"Mother, I want to learn martial arts too! Xiaofei, Dazhu and Tie Niu in the village are all learning martial arts, and Xiaoyu, the village chief grandfather also asked her to learn, why didn't I let me learn?" In fact, this is also the reason Ye Mo has never understood. In theory, you should learn martial arts from a young age, and if you have a foundation, you will get twice the result with half the effort. But my parents just don't let them learn it.
Ye Mo's mother looked at Ye Mo and put away the smile on her face. "Xiao Mo, do you know that there is a reason why your father and I don't let you learn martial arts. Originally, the earlier we had contact, the better. However, we are in a mountain village. There is no systematic exercise method in the mountain village, and we only fight and do things rudely. If you are not careful, it will cause trauma to your body. You are still young and your body has not grown strong yet. If you are not careful, you will cause irreparable harm to yourself. This will limit your future development, so you have never allowed you to learn martial arts. Your father hurt his foundation when he was a child, otherwise he will be stronger now." Ye Mo's mother said earnestly.
"I've finished my mother!" Ye Mo didn't ask again, finished the meal a few bites, threw down the chopsticks, ran out.
"Slow down, watch your feet!" Xue Lan reminded from behind.
"knew!"
After all, Ye Mo is not really only six years old. He still has memories of his previous life and his mind is naturally higher. He also knows that what his mother said makes sense, but his plasticity will be higher when he was a child. If he missed these few years, it will be even more difficult to make up for it in the future. Therefore, although his parents did not let him learn martial arts, he was also practicing secretly.
According to his own understanding, he often learns things that Dazhu and Tie Niu often take a long time to learn.
Now that there is nothing to do, he decided to go to the old village chief and listen to him tell stories. This is what Ye Mo, including Xiaofei, Tie Niu and other friends like to do in recent years.
The village chief’s grandfather’s house is not far from Ye Mo’s house and arrives soon.
On the stone stool in front of the village chief's house, there was an old man with white hair sitting, but half of his legs were missing, causing his trouser legs to float. However, when he looked as if nothing had happened, Ye Mo felt sad. This person was the village chief of Longjiang Village.
At this time, the old village chief was telling stories to a group of children sitting on the ground in front of him, and he was so spitting everywhere! Those who listened to the story were also relished and had no idea about Ye Mo's arrival.
Ye Mo did not disturb them. He looked at the crowd and found that Dazhuang, Tie Niu, Xiao Cui, Xiao Yu, Xiao Fei and others were all here. Then he sat on the ground and listened.
"That year, when I was young, your father was still the same age as you. I took them to learn martial arts. They were much more obedient than you. One by one, I said they would not dare to go westward. If I hadn't taught me harshly at that time, your father would not be so powerful now."
"Later, I took them up the mountain to hunt. I remember that the snow covered the mountain. We stayed on the mountain for three days and had all eaten up the food. We had no choice but to search for the deep mountains. We were lucky. As soon as we entered the deep mountains, we encountered a few reindeer and wild boars. We all returned with a full load." At this point, the old village chief paused.
"But we were not so lucky on the way back. When we were carrying one back, we actually encountered two wind demon wolves. You must have never seen the wind demon wolves before. That is different from wild beasts. They are low-level monsters. Although they are monsters, there are only two after all, and there are too many people. It is not without a chance of winning. At that time, your grandfather, I, was fighting against one wind demon wolves one by one, and finally killed the wind demon wolves with bare hands. Do you think I am powerful?" said the old village chief proudly.
Looking at the children's admirational expressions, the old village chief felt proud, stroked his beard with one hand, and looked enjoyable.
"Then is there one? Was it killed by the fathers?" Dazhu asked curiously.
Hearing Dazhu’s question, the old village chief’s eyes couldn’t help but feel gloomy.
"Yes, it was indeed killed by your father! But the losses were heavy!" The old village chief's eyes were faintly filled with tears.
The children were so excited that they naturally didn't pay attention, but they were carefully seen by Ye Mo. He knew that there must be many stories in this, the old village chief had not told them.
"Grandpa, how did your legs break?" Tie Niu asked. The child was unrestrained and naturally he would not speak implicitly.
"There is no need to tell you this." The old village chief looked dim, but then he spoke again.
"Okay, let me tell you about the scene of the outside world when I walked out of the mountains when I was young!" The old village chief started to speak again. The children naturally listened with relish, including Ye Mo.
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Soon, half a day passed, the old village chief temporarily ended today's story, and the children also went to play with their own things.
"Brother Xiaomo, let's go and catch crickets!" Xiaoyu ran over and grabbed Ye Mo's sleeve and shook it, and pulled it forward.
"There are so many wild crickets at the intersection of the village head. The last time Brother Dazhuang's cricket king caught it there."
"Brother Dazhu, Brother Tie Niu, wait for us!" Xiaoyu shouted at the two people running ahead in a nipples, while pulling Ye Mo forward hard, and saying while running, "Brother Xiao Mo, let's go quickly, if you go late, they will catch the crickets!"
After hearing Xiaoyu's shouting, Xiaofei, Dazhuang and Xiao Cui all saw it, and then they all ran over.
This is how children like to gather together. They like to go wherever there are many people.
Ye Mo rolled his eyes when he was pulled away by Xiaoyu like this. Although he seemed to be only six years old now, he was an adult mind after all. How could he be interested in catching crickets with such a group of four or five-year-old kids? Naturally, he lacked interest.
Chapter completed!