defiant

Chapter 2 Beast Tail
Baijia Village, Sun's small courtyard.

"Qingchu, rub your face." Sun Sanniang ordered.

Her voice is soft and sweet, but it is not the kind of clip sound that is popular on earth.

Sanniang's speech has a characteristic, that is, the last few words of each sentence have a lighter tone, giving people a sense of weakness.

"Okay, are you still making steamed buns today?" Mo Qingchu asked while skillfully kneading the dough.

Sanniang nodded and said, "When the meeting is done, send some to the village chief and old Li Tou."

"Can I not give it to Uncle Li?" Mo Qingchu joked.

Uncle Li is a blacksmith, and Mo Qingchu helps people in Baijia Village. The most tiring thing is to go to Uncle Li.

Old Li has a violent temper, while Mo Qingchu is young and stubborn, and can't stand being provoked.

A sentence of "Are you weak and weak?" can make Mo Qingchu silently say "I am a macho" three times in his heart, and then swing the hammer wildly.

Therefore, he was very worried that he would be forcibly left behind when delivering buns to Uncle Li.

"Stupid, can't you give it to Old Li first, and then tell him that you have to go to the village chief's house?" Sun Sanniang glanced at Mo Qingchu with a smile.

Her eyes are standard peach blossom pupils, every frown and smile is charming.

Mo Qingchu sometimes wonders why this kind of wilderness village woman in an ordinary small village has white skin and a unique temperament.

Perhaps this is the so-called natural beauty.

"In fact, that's what I think." He continued to knead the dough, and said to Sun Sanniang.

He would rather go to the village chief's house to listen to stories than to go to Uncle Li's for blacksmithing.

After Mo Qingchu traveled to this weird world four years ago, he almost stayed in Baijia Village.

Most of his understanding of the outside world comes from the description of the village chief.

The village head is the most educated person in the whole village, and I heard that he used to be a storyteller.

To be honest, this world is very dangerous, but Mo Qingchu has great curiosity about the outside world.

The reason is simple, how did he die on earth in his last life?
This wealthy and leisurely super rich second generation died while doing extreme sports.

Well, to die.

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Fifteen minutes later, fine beads of sweat began to appear on Mo Qingchu's forehead and the tip of his nose.

Sanniang has a unique kneading technique, and the dough produced by kneading will be particularly good. Mo Qingchu has also learned this technique.

But I don't know why, the whole process will be more difficult.

Sun Sanniang glanced at him, wiped his sweat, and said, "It's still wrong for you to do this."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a tender white arm, and demonstrated it to Mo Qingchu again.

He just watched and studied seriously from the sidelines.

At the same time, I couldn't help feeling in my heart: "Aunt Sun's hands are really pretty."

It would be even better if there were no cocoons left by the work.

Every elder in the village seems to have their own skills.

Just like blacksmith Uncle Li, he also has his own unique way of blacksmithing.

Mo Qingchu understood this very well.In such a world, if a person does not even have a skill, it may be really difficult to survive.

But during these four years, he has learned a lot of skills from them.

It's just that they all understand a little, know a little about everything, but are not proficient in everything.

After the buns were ready, Sun Sanniang asked, "Is there any vinegar at home?"

Mo Qingchu is not jealous, but Mo Shuli likes to dip his buns in vinegar.

"Also." He replied.

"Well, let's go, go to Mr. Li's place, and get me a pair of scissors." San Niang said.

"Okay." The errand runner Mo has accepted the order.

After leaving the door, Mo Qingchu walked quickly.

Along the way, he kept saying hello to the villagers he met.

Everyone's smiles were kind and friendly, but because of Mo Qingchu's eyes, they all turned into a group of monsters and ghosts smiling at him bewilderingly.

Like Bomber who is fetching water by the well, half of his face is covered with pitch-black scales, and when he laughs, the scales will all open.

In addition, his eyes are slightly protruding, and the eyeballs are huge, making the whole head look like a fish head that is very suitable for soup.

Mo Qingchu, who has long been used to all this, has understood a truth in the past four years: feel the world with your heart, not with your eyes.Even the so-called vision is extremely limited.

Just like Nietzsche's words: "Our eyes are the prison, and wherever our eyes see are the walls."

The home of Uncle Li, a blacksmith, is not far from the well in the village.

Mo Qingchu heard the sound of iron striking from a long distance away.

Uncle Li is the most capable person in the village, and his figure fits a recent popular figure meme - a double-door refrigerator.

Tall and muscular, with extremely broad shoulders.

"This kind of figure and sense of strength is actually nothing special. If you punch me, it doesn't mean that you want me not to die." Mo Qingchu, who was in a good mood, was thinking about bad things in his heart.

"Uncle Li! I'm here to deliver the buns." Mo Qingchu said loudly, "Aunt Sun asked me to change the pair of scissors. I'll go to the village head grandpa to deliver the buns after I get them."

The sound of striking iron stopped abruptly, and the shirtless blacksmith Uncle Li looked up at him.

In Mo Qingchu's eyes, except for his face, Uncle Li's upper body was covered with black lines.Every time he strikes iron and swings the hammer vigorously, these black lines will expand a little bit.

And his ten fingers and nails are also black.

Who would have thought that the Li Wang in the village, in Mo Qingchu's eyes, was a man with a manicure.

Of course, if it's just that, it can't be said that it's so evil.

Uncle Li's biggest problem is that there is a mouth full of fangs on his chest.

Every time the irritable old Li got angry at Mo Qingchu, his fangs would inexplicably lengthen, giving people a bloodthirsty feeling.

"Get the scissors yourself." Uncle Li usually doesn't talk much, only when he is angry and swears, he can't stop, and he can swear half a stick of incense.

"Okay." Mo Qingchu was just about to go in when Uncle Li called to stop him.

"Take that sickle to the village chief," he ordered.

——The errand runner Xiao Mo has received a new order from Shunfeng.

"Hey, it's so heavy." Mo Qingchu picked up the sickle, feeling that its weight was a bit wrong.

"The village chief's grandfather is an old man, and he used to be a storyteller who was powerless. Is this sickle suitable for him?" He murmured in his heart.

But Mo Qingchu didn't talk too much, because he knew that with Uncle Li's temperament, even if he asked, the other party would be too lazy to answer and kept silent.

Therefore, he chose to take this ridiculously heavy sickle and set off directly.

The home of the village chief's grandfather is located in the middle of Baijia Village.

His home is not the biggest in the village, but to Mo Qingchu, it is the most mysterious.

Because there is a small courtyard behind the village head's house, no one is allowed to enter or exit.

As the head of a village, Mo Qingchu felt that the old man had some secrets about him, which was normal.

As a former storyteller, maybe there are some forbidden books hidden?

Outside the door, Mo Qingchu knocked on the door and called out "Grandpa Village Chief".

After a while, the door opened.

The old village chief was too old, and his legs and feet were inconvenient, so he had to walk slowly with a cane.

After the wooden door was pushed open, the first thing Mo Qingchu saw was a face without facial features.

Yes, in his eyes, the old village chief is a faceless man without facial features.

But the village head he imagined was the image of an old Confucian scholar in film and television dramas.

"Little Mo is here." The village head could hear a smile in his words, but Mo Qingchu couldn't see all this on his face.

The voice of the village head is low and gentle, and he is always calm in speaking and doing things.

"Grandpa Village Chief, Aunt Sun asked me to bring some steamed buns, oh yes, and the sickle that Uncle Li told me to bring." Mo Qing said clearly.

"You're tired, come in and drink some water." The village chief said.

"Okay. Grandpa the village chief, the buns are still raw, do you want me to steam them for you?" Mo Qingchu asked.

"It's okay, I'll come by myself later." The old man said with a smile.

After taking a seat at the wooden table, the old man turned his head to look at Mo Qingchu.

Mo Qingchu looked at the faceless old man, roughly analyzed the position of his eyes, and then pretended to meet his eyes to show that he was listening to him seriously.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence of the village chief's grandfather made him unable to help but open his eyes wide and his heart beat faster.

"Xiao Mo, in a few days, practitioners will come to our Baijia Village."

(End of this chapter)