Chapter 4 The cub opens his eyes
Opening his eyes, looking at the familiar log beams and thatched roof, Ling Yi's young brows wrinkled slightly, looking worried.
With the sound of water washing clothes gone, Ling Yi knew that her mother had gone next door to help her brother and sister-in-law, Ling Yi's uncle and aunt, clean up the housework.
She is said to be an aunt, but in fact she can also be said to be Ling Yi's aunt and the eldest sister of her father, Ling Xiaoshan.
It’s just that Zhang Dahe has called Ling Changqing ‘Uncle Changqing’ since he was a child. After marrying a daughter, his respect has become more and more respectful, but the title still follows the habit of childhood and has not changed.
The relationship between the Ling family and the Zhang family is complicated at times, simple at times.
The eldest daughter of the Ling family, Ling He, married the eldest son of the Zhang family, Zhang Dahe, three years ago, and a year ago, the youngest daughter of the Zhang family, Zhang Xiaoyu, married the Ling family’s eldest son, Zhang Dahe. His youngest son, Ling Xiaoshan.
To use a word from the countryside in Ling Yi’s previous life to describe it, it is ‘marriage exchange’.
The people in the village are poor and cannot afford much betrothal gifts and dowries. Adult children have to be married off, and sometimes this is the only way to get married.
The Ling family and the Zhang family have been here for several generations.
Of course, not all of them are between the Ling and Zhang families.
There are actually relatives of the Ling family in the seven or eight surrounding villages. As for the Zhang family, it was Zhang Dahe's grandfather who moved here from another village more than two hundred miles away.
From a blood perspective, although the three generations of the Zhang family have taken root and have little surplus wealth, the children of the family are the meat and potatoes of this country.
That is to say, the brothers Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan grew up together and have a good relationship, which is why the Ling family took such an advantage.
Nine times out of ten, among other things, the awakened martial souls of people in nearby villages are worthless flowers and vines such as "Blue Silver Grass", "Ivy", and "Morning Glory". .
But Zhang Dahe, his grandfather and father all have "hoe" martial arts spirits!
Although he has no soul power, when farming, his efficiency is more than twice that of ordinary people!
Well, the above is not the point.
The point is, this is a world with a ‘martial spirit’!
‘Martial spirit—’ Ling Yi turned his head and looked at the shelf beside the bed.
There, there was a clay bowl with many gaps. In the bowl, there is a light blue grass. It seems that it has not adapted to the new environment, and the leaves are a little wilted.
This is what Ling Yi got from Ling Xiaoshan in his own way after learning about Wuhun, Blue Silver Grass, Douluo Continent and other terms from the exchange between his parents.
As for what kind of method...
Last night, dinner was in progress.
“I don’t know if Xiaobao can inherit your Zhang family’s “hoe” martial spirit. "Ling Xiaoshan said with longing.
A hint of sadness flashed in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, but he said softly: "It should be possible. Although my mother and I are both "Lan Yincao" martial arts spirits, from my grandfather, to my father, second uncle, and my eldest brother, They are all "hoe" martial spirits. It seems that as long as they are men, they should all be..."
"Oh——" Ling Xiaoshan sighed when he heard this and shook his head slightly: "Our Ling family, counting up, is almost seven. Eight generations have awakened the "Blue Silver Grass" martial spirit. That is, my grandfather's generation has awakened a "Morning Glory" martial spirit, which is also a waste martial spirit among waste martial spirits..."
“In a village with a radius of dozens of miles, there have been two people with innate soul power in the past ten years. Those two people have not come back since they left, and they don’t know what other places in Douluo Continent are like..."
Hearing this, even though there were no other information channels or data to support it, Ling Yi Ye is more than 99% sure:
He has traveled to the world of Douluo Continent
As for the remaining point...
Maybe, this is a large-scale live studio similar to "The Truman Show"?
‘First of all, judging from the parents and the surrounding family environment, but the martial spirit can still be awakened, in terms of the timeline, there is a high probability that it will be before and after Dou Yi. At least, it must be before Dou Er...'
While paying attention to the conversation between his parents, Ling Yi thought in his heart:
'Then, the martial arts of his parents are both "Blue" Silver Grass"? ’
‘Besides, is it possible for the bloodline on the maternal side to awaken the “hoe” martial spirit? ''It would be nice to have a "Sickle" martial spirit...'
'Depending on the situation, the martial spirit I awaken in the future will most likely be the ancestral inheritance of the Ling family. "Blue Silver Grass" martial spirit. '
Thinking of this, Ling Yi couldn't help but frown: 'The most important thing is that for seven or eight generations, there is no one on the father's side who has innate soul power. On the maternal side, at least starting from Grandpa Zhang Qiang’s father, the old man of the Zhang family who migrated here, there is no one who has awakened his innate soul power...'
'So, I started with almost nothing. ? ’
‘The family is poor! ’
‘Martial spirit, true and useless martial spirit “Blue Silver Grass”! ’
‘Soul power is 90% zero! ’
‘So, what about the golden fingers that time travelers usually have? ’
‘System? space? Inheritance? Grandpa? …’
Ling Yi shouted in her heart for a while, but in the end, as expected, she found nothing.
Coincidentally, the communication between the parents about the parents' antics also ended. Ling Yi felt the hunger in her stomach and shouted skillfully.
While slurping his dinner skillfully, Ling Yi's eyes were on the side, staring closely at Ling Xiaoshan, the mother and son.
Here, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little shy when Ling Xiaoshan looked at him. He was about to ask Ling Xiaoshan to stop looking, but he saw Ling Yi reaching out to Ling Xiaoshan and grabbing it with five tender and tender fingers. Moving and gesticulating.
Maybe mother and son are connected. Zhang Xiaoyu followed Ling Yi's gaze and saw the "Blue Silver Grass" blade Ling Xiaoshan was holding in his mouth. He raised his hand on Ling Yi's sparse little head. He stroked it and asked softly: "Xiaobao, do you want your father's "Blue Silver Grass"? ”
Hearing this, Ling Yi took a few sips in his mouth, his big round eyes suddenly blinked, and his eyebrows curved into a smile.
"Hey!" Ling Xiaoshan was a little surprised when he saw it, and said happily: "My little baby can actually understand, what a smart baby!"
After saying that, he immediately said it from his mouth He took off the one-third chewed "Blue Silver Grass" blade and handed it to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi seemed to be happier, sucking vigorously in his mouth, grabbing the light blue grass blade with his little hand, and waving it gently.
Seeing this, both Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu had smiles on their faces.
The baby's food intake is limited. In this short period of time, Ling Yi's belly was full and he began to play with the blade of grass intently.
'Inadvertently', he seemed to see the end of the grass blade that had been chewed by Ling Xiaoshan. Ling Yi's little mouth flattened, and then he closed his eyes and started crying.
This crying made Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu panic.
First he untied the swaddling clothes and checked the diaper. When he saw that the diaper was still dry, Zhang Xiaoyu stuffed the canteen into Ling Yi’s little mouth, but Ling Yi pursed her mouth and resisted. He only waved his little hand holding the blade of grass in front of the young couple.
Ling Xiaoshan saw him at the side, feeling as blessed as his soul, and softly shouted: "I know——!"
Immediately afterwards, without any time to explain anything, he ran out the door without looking back.
Zhang Xiaoyu just raised his hand, ready to call him to stop, but when he saw Ling Yi in his arms, he miraculously stopped crying.
Zhang Xiaoyu: "..."
For a moment, the mother and son, one big and one small, looked at each other, silently caring about each other.
Not long after, I saw Ling Xiaoshan running back quickly with something in his hand.
Just like that, there was a simple wooden frame beside the bedside of a family of three. On the wooden frame, there was an old clay bowl with "Blue Silver Grass" planted there.
(End of this chapter)