HLnovel Chapter 551 Grandpa just wanted to see the seeds
Chapter 551 Grandpa just wanted to see the seeds
Since the armies of humans and demons advanced into the desolate region and established the Duanshui Pass, and the defensive formation of Fuyang City was completed, there has been no war in Luoxia Mountain for many years.
The immortal sects had been sending people to clear away the demonic and malevolent energy remaining from the battlefield of Luoxia Mountain for many years, and the results have been remarkable. The area within a thousand miles has been transformed from a fierce battlefield into a thousand miles of fertile land.
Shen Suanzhen looked down from the clouds and saw endless flat fields stretching to the horizon. The blood-red corpses scattered everywhere in his memory seemed to exist only in his memory.
The old man slowly manipulated the light cloud to land on a field ridge. His blue robe turned into an earth-brown hemp garment, and he wore a patched straw hat, looking exactly like a poor old man.
Qin San was a farmer living on the outskirts of Luoxia City. His family was taking advantage of the spring rain to turn the soil and sow seeds, while his four-year-old granddaughter, Xiaohua, was playing freely in the fields, innocent and carefree.
A beautiful butterfly flew by, and the little girl couldn't resist chasing it. After crossing most of the field, she found that the butterfly had landed on a person.
It was a kind-looking old man who was squatting by the field, reaching out to grab the wheat seeds that her grandfather had placed there.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
A child's innocent voice reached his ears. Shen Suan Zhenren, who was looking at the wheat seeds in his hand, slowly looked up at the little girl in a blue floral dress not far away.
The old man spoke gently: "Grandpa just wants to see the seeds."
"Grandpa, do you want to farm too?" The little girl ran towards Shen Suan Zhenren with a smile, pointing to the wheat seeds in the bag and saying, "These were all sent by the immortals from Jisu Hall."
The young girl was quite young, and her speech was somewhat unclear. Master Shen Suan knew that the "Speed Hall" she mentioned was the Millet Hall among the twelve sects, which specialized in breeding, searching for all kinds of herbs in the world to cultivate superior varieties adapted to demonic energy, and their original aspiration remained unchanged for a thousand years.
The old man smiled and broke off a blade of grass from the edge of the field: "Have you gone to school yet?"
Xiao Hua shook her head like a rattle: "Father said I can only go to school when I'm six, but I can read."
“My brother will teach me when he comes back from school.”
The shrewd strategist handed the grass branch to the little girl and then cleared a flat patch of soil in the field: "How about you write something for Grandpa?"
Qin was working hard in the field all afternoon. Just as he was about to straighten up and rest, he saw an old man wearing a straw hat on the edge of his field. His four-year-old daughter was squatting in front of the old man, writing and drawing on the ground.
The middle-aged man turned to look at his father and found that the old man was also looking in that direction.
"father?"
Qin San spoke softly to his son:
"Go pour two bowls of water; we're having lunch."
Shen Suanzhen watched as Xiao Hua wrote the three large characters "Luoxia Mountain" on the ground. A naive and carefree smile graced his face.
"My brother said this is my home."
"Does Grandpa have a home? Where did Grandpa come from? Where is he going?"
Shen Suan Zhenren smiled gently: "Grandpa has a home. I come from the north and am going to a very, very far place."
The little flower and her tiny hands erased "Luoxia Mountain" and wrote many more names.
"This is Xiaohua, my name is Xiaohua."
"This is my grandfather, his name is Qin San."
"And my brother, my brother's name is... I can't write it."
The little girl put the grass twig aside, puffed out her cheeks, and said, "Brother said the teacher gave him a courtesy name, but those two characters are really hard. Little Flower can't remember them."
The little girl blinked her big, dark eyes and looked at Master Shensuan: "Grandpa, do you have any family?"
Shen Suan Zhenren nodded slowly: "Grandpa also has family."
"Is Grandpa going to such a far, far away place to find them?"
Shen Suan Zhenren paused for a moment, then his smile grew even gentler: "Yes."
"Then Grandpa..."
"Little flower!"
The old man's simple and deep voice interrupted the little girl's question. Shen Suanzhen looked up at the group of people slowly walking towards them from not far away.
"Grandpa!" Xiaohua jumped up from the ground and rushed to Qin San's feet, hugging his leg.
"Oh my girl!" Qin San exclaimed dramatically, "You almost knocked your grandfather over!"
With the simple honesty of an old farmer, Qin San handed the bowl of water in his hand to the Calculating Master:
"Sir, please have some water."
Shen Suan Zhenren looked at the lean old man with bronze skin in front of him and saw a deep aura of death emanating from him.
"Thank you, brother." The old man smiled as he took the bowl of water from Qin San, and then chatted with him.
"The child is so well-behaved that I couldn't help but talk to her for a while. Please forgive me, brother."
"What's the big deal!" Qin San laughed heartily, his eyes full of affection as he looked at his granddaughter: "Old sir, you don't know, this girl has never been shy since she was little."
She said she wanted to grow up to be a female general!
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone around laughed. Little Flower peeked out from behind her mother, her little face flushed: "I want to be a female general!"
"Good good!"
The woman next to her looked at her and said, "But didn't you say a few days ago that you wanted to breed seeds with the older brother who distributed them?"
Xiao Hua bit her lip, seemingly stumped by the question: "Then...then I'll become the most skilled female general in breeding."
"it is good!"
Qin Zheng found his daughter increasingly adorable, and picked her up, stroking her with his beard.
"Our Xiaohua will become the most skilled female general in breeding, just like General Ji!"
A burst of friendly laughter erupted around them, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.
Qin San broke the wheat cake in his hand and handed it to Master Shen Suan: "Are you from out of town, sir?"
"Grandpa, Grandpa!" Xiaohua said with a smile.
"Grandpa said he came from the north and was going to a very, very far place to find his family."
The expressions on Qin San and the others' faces changed slightly.
After lunch, the rest of the Qin family members dispersed to work, and Xiao Hua also ran off to play elsewhere, leaving only Qin San and Shen Suan Zhenren on the ridge of the field.
The old farmer took a small bamboo tube from his waist and waved it in front of Shen Suanzhen:
"This is a good wine that my daughter-in-law bought for me. I'd like to invite the old gentleman to have a drink."
The wine wasn't good, but it was strong; one sip felt like it burned your heart and lungs. Shen Suanzhen wasn't good at drinking, so he only took one sip and then stopped.
Meanwhile, Qin San, sitting opposite him, downed half a bowl of wine in one gulp, then smacked his lips as if savoring the memory.
The old farmer spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I originally had three children."
"My eldest son was caught by monsters when we moved inland back then. They gnawed at him bit by bit... his bones were crunching in my ear."
"My youngest daughter fell seriously ill while on the run and could not be saved."
"For the first half of my life, Luoxia Mountain was always a battlefield. When the demons came, we ran away, and when they left, we came back, over and over again."
"I haven't had a good life for half my life, but life still goes on."
The old farmer looked at Shen Suanzhen with tears in his eyes:
"And so, my life has finally come to an end."
Shen Suan Zhenren knew that the old man in front of him had seen through him.
Just as he could see the deathly aura surrounding the man, Qin San could also tell that his days were numbered.
There is always a mysterious connection between dying people.
“Some people always ask the old man, ‘Luoxia is always fighting, so why do you come back after you escape?’”
Qin San slowly stood up, took out a handful of grain from a bag on the side, and placed it in Shen Suan Zhenren's palm.
“I said I couldn’t back out, because I hadn’t finished planting my crops yet.”
Shen Suanzhen felt each grain of wheat fall into his palm; it was a gift from a simple old farmer.
"Old sir, if you've suffered enough in this life, you'll have better days in the next."
After saying this, the old farmer picked up his straw hat and walked towards his family.
Shen Suanzhen knew that his land was not yet fully cultivated.
The old man gripped the handful of wheat and turned around.
He also had unfinished business.