He Xiaoyu's mother cried like a tearful person, reluctant to let her daughter go away.
He Mingtang is also very sad. The daughter he raised with all his painstaking efforts has been raised so well, and he really can't bear to leave her by his side.
He Xiaoyu herself was crying too, hugging her mother and refusing to go fishing.
The village chief: "Ahem! Xiaoyu! After all, going to the town is not going to the city. You will come back every year."
He Mingtang: "Go! Remember that you are my daughter, He Mingtang. You have a different kind of soul beast, even in the town, you are the best."
He Xiaoyu: "Father, I must study hard and strive to become a great fishing master as soon as possible."
At this time, Han Fei stepped forward: "Well, He Xiaoyu, I heard that people in the town start very high and are still very strong. I guess you will also practice other skills while practicing stick techniques... Well, This knife was left to me by Tang Ge, if you have nothing to do, you can put it on your body, if someone bullies you, you can chop him off."
He Mingtang glared at Han Fei angrily, is my daughter the kind of person who kills people casually
"Hey! This knife..."
The village chief's eyes lit up, he immediately took the knife and looked at it, and then he pulled out the saury dagger from He Mingtang's body. The two knives slashed at each other, and the saury dagger broke in two instantly.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and the village chief said in surprise: "Is this a mortal weapon? And at least it is a middle-grade or even a top-grade sword."
He Xiaoyu also opened his eyes wide. Hey, I have only heard of it, but never used it.
Han Fei raised his head and said: "It's nothing, just a knife! A knife is used to cut people, and I don't cut people. This knife is not suitable for me."
Everyone is hehe, you don't kill people? You stabbed the young master of the tiger head gang to death, you don't kill people, you stab people.
He Xiaoyu happily took the precious sword, feeling the coldness of the blade, and couldn't help asking: "What's the name of this sword?"
Han Fei: "A knife is a knife. What name can it have? If you want to name it, name it yourself."
He Xiaoyu hummed, holding the knife and couldn't put it down: "This knife is black and white, and the blade's cold light catches people, so why not call it a black and white knife?"
Everyone: "..."
Wang Baiyu on the same fishing boat just rolled his eyes, what's the difference between having your name and not having it
Han Fei was speechless: "As long as you like it, call it whatever you want."
He Xiaoyu: "Thank you Han Fei, I will cover you when I come back from town."
Han Fei: "You may not believe it, I can kill an ironhead fish with one punch, and I need you to cover it?"
He Xiaoyu: "Blow it!"
The village head interrupted the two of them: "Okay, it's almost time, Han Fei, are you really not going with us?"
Han Fei: "No, Grandpa Village Chief, there are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with."
The village chief wanted to kick this kid very much, as if you were the village chief, and there were a lot of things waiting for you to deal with, who are you
The fishing boat lifted off, and everyone waved.
It wasn't until the fishing boat disappeared into the clouds that He Mingtang said, "Han Fei, that knife..."
Han Fei: "Teacher He, it's just a knife. Tang Ge left me more than one!"
He Mingtang: "..."
Of course, this knife was not left by Tang Ge, but Han Fei tempered it with Li Lang's iron tree stick and nearly fifty saury daggers during the fishing trial. Its quality is not only ordinary-level middle-grade, but ordinary-level top-grade.
…
plantation.
Han Fei walked in with barbecue and spirits.
Han Fei: "Master, I'm back."
The old man raised his eyelids: "Boy, you still know how to come back, if you don't come back, this land will be deserted."
Han Fei was speechless: "Haven't you always given aura to the field?"
The old man said disdainfully: "When people are old, they should enjoy the blessings. What kind of land should they plant? Isn't it tiring to cultivate the land?"
Han Fei was dumbfounded, I won't be tired if you are tired! I've been exhausted for the past few days.
Han Fei threw the wine on the table, walked into the ground humming, and sat on the ground. Where was the progress last time? It seems to be instilling spiritual energy into the ground on a large scale.
Han Fei had already started experimenting, and started throwing the aura in his hand into the ground.
The old man casually grabbed a prawn with minced garlic and thought while eating. Is this the guy who killed a group of elites of the Tiger Head Gang by himself in a fishing boat
"Hey! This kid is level nine... the peak?"
The corner of the old man's mouth trembled a little, wondering if all the young people nowadays are so perverted? There is no shortage of 12-year-old ninth-level fishermen in the town, and even 12-year-old fishing masters, but there is no 12-year-old boy in the town who is a ninth-level fisherman who kills the fishing masters.
…
a month later.
Han Fei and old man Jiang were standing in front of a large tank covered with thick fish skin.
Old man: "Are you sure you succeeded?"
Han Fei: "It can't be wrong, but if it succeeds, it will have to be exposed to the sun for a while after opening the tank."
Old man: "Are you sure what this is called, vinegar, vinegar is delicious?"
Han Fei: "Of course it's not delicious to eat alone, but you always see how many kinds of spiritual fruits in this garden are delicious to eat alone?"
The old man nodded. Han Fei seemed to have a natural talent in cooking, and the old man had no right to speak.
But seeing Han Fei take out the knifefish dagger and poke a hole in the skin of the fish, a sour smell wafted out of the tank.
The old man said with some distaste: "It smells really bad."
Han Fei: "Often things that don't smell good are the tastiest."
The old man: "Then try this semi-finished product first, maybe it will be half as delicious."
Han Fei: "Then try?"
Old man: "Try."
…
Ever since Han Fei lived in the plantation, Jiang Qin began to take turns to rest, and was returning from the outside at the moment, and saw the old and the young two people surrounding a large tank.
Jiang Qin: "What are you doing?"
Han Fei, the old man: "Secret!"
Jiang Qin: "Hehe!"
Ever since Han Feilei learned how to spread the aura in the land, he stopped doing business and started messing with all kinds of messy things, mainly for food.
At first, the old man was also very disdainful, but after he tried Han Fei's black dishes, he began to study with Han Fei, saying that this is one of the great joys of life. But can feast on the mouth.
After half an hour.
The three of them gathered around the table. On the table were a large plate of cold seaweed, a large plate of drunken shrimp, and three large sweet potatoes.
Both the old man and Jiang Qin like roasted sweet potatoes very much. They used to eat them raw, but they didn't expect the baked ones to taste better, but the two dishes in front of them made them a little bit reluctant to start.
The old man: "Are you sure you didn't lie to me, isn't this seaweed, seaweed can still be eaten? And this, this little white shrimp is still alive and still moving."
Han Fei: "Can't we eat grass? Bugs eat grass too!"
Old man: "That's a bug, are people bugs?"
Han Fei rolled his eyes: "Insects are insignificant in front of people, but people are insignificant in front of the world. Insects can eat grass, and people can eat them too. Also, this little white shrimp only has a taste when it is alive. It won't taste good anymore."
Han Fei said it easily, but no matter whether it was old man Jiang or Jiang Qin, neither of them moved their chopsticks.
Han Fei looked at the two of them with contempt. He picked up a small white shrimp and put it in his mouth. After a while, he spit out a piece of shrimp shell, and the transparent shrimp meat had already entered his stomach.
Old man Jiang and Jiang Qin looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths moved. Seeing that Han Fei seemed to be enjoying it, he couldn't help picking one up and putting it in his mouth to try it out.
As a result, just after putting it in his mouth, the old man's eyes lit up, and the scholar Han Fei slipped away and spit out a piece of shrimp shell.
Old man: "Is this vinegar?"
Han Fei: "How do you feel?"
Old man: "Very good, this thing is easy and fast to make, and it can be eaten for a long time in a jar, not bad..."
Jiang Qin frowned, doubting in her heart that the old and the young could not be cooperating to deceive herself? However, she tried Han Fei's craftsmanship a few times, and it was very good, so she decided to use her chopsticks in the end.
When the small white shrimp was anesthetized, the smoothness, the feeling of life beating on the tongue, the rich aroma of wine, and the sour and not unpalatable sauce immediately made her eyes squint, it was delicious.
Jiang Qin: "Where is this seaweed?"
Han Fei smiled and said, "Miss Xiaoqin, would you like to try it?"
With Drunken Shrimp in front of her, Jiang Qin didn't object, and just moved her chopsticks.
Half an hour later, most of the cold salad and drunken shrimp had entered the stomachs of Old Man Jiang and Jiang Qin, but the roasted sweet potatoes hadn't moved.
After a while, the old man was lazily lying on the chair, still chewing on the roasted sweet potato, so moist.
The old man clicked his tongue and said, "Boy Han, I think if you stop being a spirit gatherer and become a cook, you will definitely be very popular."
Han Fei: "I'm not interested in cooking for so many people. I cook mainly for myself."
Suddenly, Han Fei saw Jiang Qin flirting with him, as if letting him go with her.
…
deep in the garden...
Han Fei: "Sister Xiaoqin, what's the matter! It's sneaky."
Jiang Qin was still cold, she looked at Han Fei seriously and said, "Do you want to learn combat skills?"