Can you find them one by one and eat them?"

"You, a charlatan, are you trying to trick us?"

Bai Jun smiled lightly and said: "I have planted the seeds in the fields for you. As long as you plant the fields, it won't take long for food to grow."

"Are you lying? Where can we plant in this drought?" someone retorted.

"Oh, I forgot about this." After saying that, he waved his sleeves, and dark clouds enveloped the sky, and drops of rain fell.

Bai Jun opened his oil-paper umbrella and stood in the rain, looking at the victims who were looking up to drink water. He said again: "The weather is good and the fields have been sown. As long as you farm, you can live. You can save some of these grains."

, you can still live until the rice in this field matures."

A small mountain of food appeared in front of everyone.

More than two hundred victims kowtowed excitedly: "Thank you, Master God, for saving my life!"

"But, Immortal, it takes four months for rice to mature. I'm afraid we won't survive until that time." The boy who was eating dirt came over, looked at everyone, then looked at the grain, and then said after appraising.

Everyone was stunned, who still thinks about growing food? With this food, you can live a few more meals, who would go to farming in vain?

Bai Jun said with a smile: "My rice is a fairy seed. It takes three days to sprout, six days to sprout, 12 days to bear leaves and flowers, 20 days to head, and 30 days to mature for harvest."

.

You can make your own decision."

Bai Jun took the horse and was about to hit the road.

But at this moment, his clothes were grabbed by a dirty little hand.

"God, can you give me a bite of food?" But it was the boy who was eating dirt in the field. He was already ten years old. His eyes revealed aura and wisdom. Although his appearance was obscured by long hair and mud, he could

You can still tell that he is a handsome young man.

Bai Jun smiled and pointed to the pile of grain that was being snatched by the people, "Isn't it there?"

The young man said: "Those are the food I brought here. I want to earn a bite of food from you."

"Oh? How to earn it?"

"My ancestors have been in a scholarly family for generations, and I know how to write and ink calligraphy. If the immortals don't give up, I would like to be a schoolboy, grinding ink and washing pens for you." The young man said in a calm voice.

"That's interesting." Bai Jun laughed, "How old are you?"

The young man said respectfully: "I am already eleven years old this year, but I still have three days to live."

"Oh? Why do you only have three days to live?" Bai Jun asked with a smile.

"I ate a lot of Guanyin soil, and I can only live for three days. I just want to have a bite of real food before I die, and this is my life."

Bai Jun laughed and said: "You are a young man, how can you learn from the old master to appreciate life? In that case, just follow me first."

The young man said happily: "Thank you, Immortal, for taking me in."

Bai Jun raised his eyes and said: "I am not an immortal, I just know some tricks. Also, I will take you in, but I will not collect your body."

"Oh, then I would like to thank you for taking me in!"

The young man was not afraid of the word death, but was very calm. Perhaps when he was extremely hungry and ate the Guanyin soil, he had calmly faced death.

"Do you have a name?" Bai Jun asked.

"Yes, my surname is Wang and my name is Yang." The young man bowed respectfully and bowed solemnly.

"Do you have a nickname?"

"Young master, my parents died young, so naturally I have no name."

In ancient times, people were given a name when they were born, and the name was given when they got married or crowned. However, if the family got married early, or if the father died early and became the head of the family early, the name would be given in advance.

Bai Jun nodded, "In that case, I will give you a cousin name, and you will no longer be a child from now on."

The young man hurriedly bowed down, kowtowed with his head and said, "Young man Wang Yang, I respectfully ask the elder to give me your words."

Bai Jun nodded, "Young man is as dark as ink, life and death are impermanent, and his destiny is even more uncertain. How can you be a filial piety to your ancestors if you only have a single seedling? I only wish you could have a single tree in the city forest, and your destiny is as ink as the sky, and the ink forest is your nickname, how about that?"

The young man said happily: "Mo Lin thanks the elder for this gift!"

Bai Jun helped him up and said with a smile: "Okay, you will be my book boy from now on. Can you still walk?"

"Go back to me, sir, you can still walk." He straightened his body immediately and strode forward.

Bai Jun smiled and said: "Stop being so brave, just sit on the horse."

"This... villain doesn't dare."

"If you don't listen to me? Then I'll throw you away, right?" Bai Jun didn't even try to persuade him, but just said harsh words.

"Ah? I'll sit, I'll sit right now." He hurriedly climbed onto the saddle, holding the horse's neck tightly and not daring to let go.

Bai Jun glanced sideways at the panicked young man. Above his embarrassed body, there were blue clouds hanging from the sky and a mysterious vehicle that connected to the earth. He was neither a king nor an emperor, nor a prince or general.

He actually felt that this was a rare thing to live in. With such a fate, the future that cannot be seen through would be more interesting.

So, he took a piece of pancake and handed it to Mo Lin, "Eat it to relieve your stomach."

Ten miles away, a landowner had just finished paying tribute to the Tutu Temple. A piece of fragrant pancake was missing from the tribute on the table. The Tutu Master searched for it several times but couldn't find it. He thought about this strange thing for a long time and didn't sleep all night.
Chapter completed!