Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 312: See the poor picture

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Do foxes pick flowers?

Other foxes, Lin Luoran, can’t say for sure. The one she raises, except that it can’t speak, is the same as a human in everything, and should be more careful than humans.

Wash your hands before eating, use dishes and chopsticks, and wash your face and feet before going to bed. I don’t know if it was brought up by the white fox or he was used to it after coming to Lin’s house. Lin Luoran got up one morning and found that it had taken a large leaf and was collecting the dew between the flower stamens—she thought what the little green fox was going to do After careful observation, I found that a bouquet of flower lotion that it took two hours to collect was used to wash his face! !

Lin Luoran remembered the deep shock at the time. God can see pity, as a woman, when she dealt with that face, whether it was before or now, she just washed everything and collected toilet water? ... Water-based spells are actually very convenient, but Lin Luoran's life attitude has been cultivated for many years, and he really never thought of such a particular approach.

"Should you be, know this fox?" Lin Luoran asked tentatively.

Xiao Hongbin looked at a loss. How did this sister named Lin speak to a fox? Can you understand?

Little green fox's vivid and energetic white eyes overturned Hong Bin's perception of foxes.

This woman is really stupid! The foxes in the world, who are as special as it, do not grow badly. It knows that flower... Is there anyone who can paint this flower now?

For many years, it is sure that it is not its own memory.

The hillsides all over the sky are green and invisible. Only the colorful buds bloom overnight in June every year. The flowers bloom for a day and wither when the sun sets. Thank you, those mortals have never seen such a different species, the more they spread it, the more outrageous, they all say that they have picked a flower, and they can make a wish, which is really ridiculous.

To realize the wish, there is no such treasure in the world, but those who are stupid to die really believe it. Every year there is an endless stream of people who steal flowers, and it annoys them later, and will all the mortals living in the land. I rushed out... A little clear flashes in the eyes of the little green fox, except for those mortals who have never become smarter, no one has ever seen this flower before, right?

It's really strange, is there sand in his eyes? The little green fox wiped it with his paw, and the water splashed out automatically again, and couldn't stop it.

It was still wiping it desperately, and fell in the eyes of Lin Luoran and the three of them, but it was holding the jar crying.

Sent Hong Bin to take the remaining jars back. Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian looked and looked at it. Although the little green fox often snatches things from people, everyone knows its temperament and no one in the Lin family hates it. For the first time the two of them watched the usually "outrageous" little fox crying, why on earth?

Lin Luoran remembered that Professor Qi had inadvertently said that the king of the fox clan in the "Shan Hai Jing" in the country of Qingqiu is Cyan-shouldn't it be homesickness?

Not long ago, she personally traveled through time and space. This world was originally not as simple as it was shown. In Lin Luoran's view, many myths are based on the scriptures of mountains and seas, and it must be reasonable--perhaps it was originally Is it just a travel note similar to "Kyushu Yiwenlu"? However, the latter is a pill cultivator, while the former happened to record that lost history.

If there is a country of Qingqiu, where is it?

Lin Luoran has a trace of pity in his eyes. It is so small, it has been living with the white fox in the underground world, can it still find a way home?

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Taojia Village has been making pottery for generations. During the national defense war, I moved to the mountains to avoid disasters. There is also clay here. Of course, the pottery craftsmanship has not been lost. There is no income in the mountains, daily necessities, and children in the village in recent years. Going to study outside the mountain is supported by these ceramics.

The village knows that the second grandpa Jiahong is alone, the pottery craftsmanship is the best in the village, and his heart is not bad. An old man doesn’t spend much money. Most of the money for pottery making and the purchase of mountain products is stuffed. There are children in the village who are studying outside and those with financial difficulties. Because of this alone, the second grandfather Hong’s status in the village is not low, not to mention that others are mature and have a wisdom that others can’t match. He made a decisive decision and was extremely prestigious in the village.

But the second grandpa Hong has also encountered an upset in the past two days, that is, a group of Japanese who live in his family.

That Yingzi, who also likes pottery, feels guilty every time he looks at the second grandfather Hong with an admiring look.

Of course, it's not because he is not technically good, but because he is worried that these Japanese people have other plans.

The second grandfather of Hong is not faint, and he is shrewd in his heart. The craftsmanship of pottery has been passed down from generation to generation, because the talents of the pottery village value the things of their ancestors. Now the outside world is changing with each passing day. Who doesn't like those exquisite porcelains with low cost and large output?

Since it’s not a craft handed down from the ancestors of Tao Village, what is it that allows these Japanese to stay here for so many days? The second grandfather Hong was plucking chickens while pretending to be deaf.

The translator Sun on the side was irritated. He said this chase. The old man’s ears are very bad. It’s not easy to hear one sentence out of ten.

"Mr. Hong, don’t you really think about it? Your village is uniquely located. There are countless treasures in the mountains. Whether it is bamboo shoots or bamboo sun, they are rare delicacies. The wild vegetables are also full of flavor. I like it very much. If you want to match with ceramic art and export it to Japan, you will definitely be able to buy it at a good price. Sakurako also knows many Japanese businessmen, and she can match up with them to repay Mr. Hong’s hospitality these days..."

The hot summer sun was blocked by a bush of bamboo in the garden, and Asada Sakurako stood in the light and shadow, speaking softly and earnestly. From her mouth, the Japanese language of Chiliquala is not so annoying, Hong Er Tai's hands fell off, and a chicken was stripped naked after a short while.

Sun Translation translated Asada Sakurako's words into Chinese, and the sparse eyebrows of the second grandpa Hong jumped. Sell ​​Shanzhen? Their village is in the middle of the mountains. If they want to make money by exporting mountain treasures, and build a road, they won't be able to make money from selling mountain treasures for ten years... The merchants are not profitable and can't afford it early. It can be seen that this Japanese woman is coaxing him.

The second grandpa Hong smiled and showed his teeth with few teeth: "It's not hospitality. The chickens in the old man's house are all killed. This one was borrowed from someone else...Miss Yingzi, thank you for your love these days. Eat the dishes made by the old man, the clay pots in the garden, you can take as many as you want, take whatever you want, take whatever you want."

Hospitality? Ms. Yingzi was too polite to this old man. Since they came to Tao Village, a few of them have eaten chicken every day. It was originally a good meal in the mountains and plains, especially at noon on the first day. The stewed chicken with mountain mushrooms was served, and it was so delicious that Sun Translation almost swallowed his tongue.

But the next day I ate chicken again, and did not change the way, Sun Translation felt that the chicken soup was a bit tired.

After eating for a few days, the chicken is already hot. On this hot day, Sun Translation has a row of red bumps on his forehead, the tip of his tongue is also blistering, and he speaks fluently. He can’t fall asleep at night. When she opened and closed it was Miss Yingzi's smiling face, and Sun Translation was so angry that she was stunned by the chicken.

When Sakurako Asada heard that Mr. Hong finally turned the topic to the pot, she pretended to be innocent: "Mr. Hong's pot is very well done, especially this one."

She went back to the room and took out the clay pot with dried mushrooms. The whole pot was simple and elegant. A fox stood on the hillside with only one back. The mountain flowers were blooming, and the hairs on the fox's ears were distinct. It was really lifelike.

If it is purely handmade, this is indeed a very exquisite pottery, with the fox as the theme. It is also the exclusive craft of Hong Er Taiye, and he is also a little proud.

However, Miss Sakurako slipped her fingertips, pointed to the humble little flower and asked, "What kind of flower is this again?"

This pot is dyed colored pottery. The brushwork of this flower is simple and looks very ordinary. The second grandfather Hong is very careful when dyeing it. This mountain flower is delicately blooming, each with seven petals. The petals all have different colors, and they are as dazzling as a rainbow, but they steal a lot of the limelight from the fox as the protagonist.

Sun Translation didn't care, and translated as usual. The second grandfather Hong paused with the chicken in his hand, showing his teeth, embarrassed: "I'm old, the chicken is not stable."

When Sakurako Asada heard that he was about to change the subject again, she took a step forward with the jar: "Mr. Hong, I lived in the Shandong area of ​​China in my childhood. I heard a legend about the country of Qingqiu. I don’t know you. Have you heard of it?"

Sun Translation was about to translate, and suddenly she was taken aback. Miss Yingzi was speaking in Huaxia.

The second grandpa Hong's hands trembled slightly, and his old eyes were muddy, "Miss Yingzi, is the old man listening to you? How do you speak Chinese?"

Asada Sakurako smiled, gentle and affectionate in the shadow of the bamboo.

"Mr. Hong, I can also speak Shandong dialect. Taojiacun has moved from Shandong for many years. I haven't heard the accent for a long time. Do you miss it?"

The muddy old eyes of the second grandpa Hong looked even more confused, but in fact he was shocked. Tao Village has migrated twice, the first time it moved from Shandong to Shuzhong at the end of Ming Dynasty, and the second time it moved to the hidden world in the mountains.

This is the purpose of the Japanese coming?

The second grandfather of Hong, who has read the private school for several years, first thought of the words "seeing in the poor".