The Strongest Iron Triangle of Tomb Raiders

Chapter 115

Once to southern Yunnan, two or three months.

Seeing that he was about to reach the stockade, Ming Li couldn't help walking a bit more briskly.

Although I haven't been here for long.

But in the final analysis, Longyin Miao Village is his home in this world, and now that he is about to go home, his mood will naturally be different.

"Hehehe..." Nu Qing hovered over Ming Li's head, urging Ming Li to hurry up.

"You treat me as you, you can fly." Ming Li rolled her eyes angrily.

He's fast enough.

He can't fly like Nu Qing.

If he could fly, he would definitely fly faster than this guy.

Believe it or not, there is more than one somersault.

"Giggle..."

"I'll go, Master Chicken, you bastard."

Seeing Nu Qing flying away by herself, Ming Li was speechless for a while, this guy actually disliked him and didn't even wait for him.

what attitude.

That's it?

Want to add chicken legs?
Don't even think about it.

"It's finally here." Carrying three big bags, Ming Li smiled involuntarily as he looked at the village that caught his eye.

Long Yin Miao Village, his Master Ming is back.

"elder brother!"

"master!"

"Brother Mujie!"

"Ouch, Min'er, Rongbao, Xiaopang." Three little guys stood at the gate of the stockade, and after seeing Mingli, they ran over excitedly.

These three little guys are not sister Liu Min'er, big-eared Rongbao Hei Xiao, who else is the fat son of the patriarch's family, Xiaopang.

Nu Qing must have returned to the village first, the three little guys knew he was back, so they ran to the village entrance to wait for him.

"Brother, why did you come back now?"

Liu Min'er looked at her brother Ming Li with big black eyes.

During the time when her brother was gone, she didn't know how much she missed him.

"Silly girl, isn't brother back?" Ming Li smiled and patted Liu Min'er's head, and handed her one of the packages, "See what gift brother brought you, and see if you like it."

"Thank you brother!" Seeing such a large package of gifts, Liu Min'er's big black eyes smiled like crescent moons.

"Rongbao Hey Xiao, Xiaopang, this is yours."

"Master, do we have one too?"

"Thank you, Brother Mu Jie."

"Of course." Ming Li said, "Wait a minute, what did you call me just now, master?"

Seniority is very important in the village, including the village in his previous life.

In terms of seniority, Rongbao Heixiao is in the same generation as his cheap father.

Now this kid calls him master, so isn't he cheaper than his father and has a higher level of seniority? Isn't this a mess?

"My dad said, everyone is different, I call you master, you call me uncle."

"Okay, okay, whatever."

"My dad also said that after you come back, there will be a formal apprenticeship ceremony, and the patriarch and the elders in the village will be witnesses."

"Teacher Appreciation Ceremony, isn't it necessary?"

"Anyway, that's what my dad said."

When his father learned that he practiced martial arts with Mujie Xiongka, his father said that Mujie Xiongka, a fool, has a fart kung fu.

Later, in front of his parents, he hammered a hole in the solid wood Eight Immortals table at home, and his parents believed it.

"You go back and tell your dad that the apprentice ceremony is fine, there is no need for it, trouble."

"Ok."

"It's delicious." Xiaopang didn't care about the teacher's ceremony or not, and at this moment he opened the delicious food that Ming Li brought him.

"Little Fatty, you really should lose weight." Ming Li glanced at the boy, who seemed to be fatter than before.

"Why lose weight?"

"I can't find a wife if I don't lose weight."

"No, the little Erya and I have a baby kiss, and she will be my daughter-in-law when I grow up."

"Brat, from tomorrow onwards, you will practice martial arts with Rongbao Yixiao, otherwise there will be no delicious food in the future."

Ming Li slapped Xiaopang on the head, how could this kid talk so much nonsense.

For the sake of this kid's health, he must be forced to practice with him starting tomorrow.

Besides, in today's troubled times, with a body of martial arts, there is also a guarantee for going out to fight in the future.

"Okay." Fatty's face collapsed, and he reluctantly agreed.

Don't look at him as young, but he knows that with Nuqing, Mingli can eat delicious food every day.

Threatening him with not giving him delicious food really pinched his weakness.

If so, let's practice together.

"Come on, go home."

After entering the stockade, I met many acquaintances along the way, and Ming Li kept saying hello to everyone.

When they were about to get home, Rongbao Heixiao and Xiaopang went home separately.

A few people made an appointment to meet at Mingli's house tomorrow morning.

Then Ming Li and Liu Min'er walked home, the little girl jumped up and down all the way, chattering non-stop about what happened after Ming Li left the village.

For example, the school in Zhaizi has opened again, and my mother Yang Ling is now the principal and teacher of the school in Zhaizi.

And the old hen at home laid a few eggs and hatched a few chicks.

And he was not there during Chinese New Year, and so on.

When it came to the Chinese New Year, Ming Li realized that everyone in the stockade lived in the Miao Year, and he passed it not long after he left the stockade.

Although the Spring Festival is also celebrated, people in the village don't pay much attention to it. The most solemn thing is the Miao Nian of the people.

In fact, the New Years of Xia Kingdom in the past dynasties have not been set consistently.
After generations of development, later generations gradually perfected the summer calendar used today on the basis of the early calendar.

After the Revolution of [-], the Gregorian calendar was gradually used to record the year, and later to distinguish between the summer calendar and the Gregorian calendar.

Since the first day of the first lunar month in the lunar calendar is just around the beginning of the Spring Festival, one of the [-] specific seasons in the Ganzhi calendar, January [-]st in the lunar calendar is called Spring Festival, and January [-]st in the Gregorian calendar is called New Year's Day.

In July 1913, that is, the second year of the Republic of China, Yuan Weiting approved the first day of the first lunar month as the Spring Festival, and agreed to a routine holiday for the Spring Festival, which began to be implemented in 7.

Since then, the beginning of the Lunar New Year has been changed from the previous Chinese New Year to the Spring Festival.

"Abba, Aunt, brother is back!" Liu Min'er ran into the yard first.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

"Stinky boy!"

"Mujie."

The old medicine farmer was chopping wood in the yard, and Yang Ling was holding a book in her hand while basking in the sun while flipping the pages from time to time.

After seeing Ming carp, the old Yao Nong rushed forward with an ax in hand.

"I said Dad, what are you doing, don't get excited."

"Brat, just come back."

The old Yao Nong punched Ming Li, and was relieved to see that the kid was not injured.

He himself can be regarded as a man in the rivers and lakes, and he knows that walking in the rivers and lakes is not easy.

My son has been away for so long this time, as an old man, how could he not be worried.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Mujie, are you hungry, I'll cook."

"Grandma, don't be too busy, I've eaten." Ming Li put the package on the stone table in the yard and opened it. "These are gifts for you and my dad."

"Stinky boy, how much does it cost for so many things?"

"Mujie, your dad and I don't need anything, there's no need to spend so much money, really."

"Dad, grandma, just keep it." Ming Li said with a smile, "I still have these cloths, to make two new clothes for my parents and Min'er.

By the way, Dad, I still have a bag of tea brought back from southern Yunnan, which I brought back from southern Yunnan on purpose. "

"Stinky boy."

Although the old Yao Nong and Yang Ling said that they didn't lack anything, they felt happy in their hearts, as if they had eaten honey.

(End of this chapter)