Chapter 2392 Zilong

Wow wow!

I don’t know which year,

From the small mountain forest in the mortal realm, the cry of a baby could be heard.

It was Zhao Yun who was Ying Jie. After many years of becoming a spirit, he had a human form for the first time.

Even with his small appearance, no matter where you look at it, he has nothing to do with the wise and mighty leader of the divine dynasty.

He was crying very painfully, his face was full of tears, and his little arms and legs were beating wildly.

There are no wild animals in the mountains.

Otherwise, the first day of his transformation into human form would be the anniversary of his death.

"Whose child is it?"

Zhao Yun was lucky and was taken away.

That was an old man. He had taken off his linen coat and wrapped him tightly.

What a coincidence, the old man's surname is also Zhao.

As luck would have it, his grandfather was the one who was looking for light back then.

He didn't find the light, but he found a big fat boy instead of his grandson.

"Tiejiang Zhao, where did you steal the child?"

"It was stolen somewhere. I found it in a mountain den."

It was still Wutong Town. As soon as the old man came in, he attracted a group of people.

He has a name, but people in the town still call him Blacksmith Zhao.

Blacksmithing is a craft passed down from our ancestors.

Even though his single lineage passed down to his descendant, even though he was over fifty years old, he still hadn't found a wife.

"Whose parents are so cruel, they would throw away their children."

"I'm afraid it was because of the chaos of war and lack of food that I threw them into the mountains."

"Tiejiang Zhao is an old bachelor. Doesn't this count as a son born from old age?"

The people around were chattering.

But Blacksmith Zhao was grinning from ear to ear. He was getting old and had picked up a child for nothing.

In this way, it is not a shame to the ancestors, at least the craftsmanship can be passed down.

Old age brings a son.

How doting.

For this reason, he also carried two kilograms of white flour and specially searched for the old scholars in the town. For no other reason than to give the little guy a good and educated name.

"Your surname is Zhao, so his surname must be Zhao."

"Isn't this nonsense?"

The old scholar put on his face and smoothed his beard with an expression that was quite scholarly.

Not many people in the town are literate.

He is the most knowledgeable.

That's right, most of them don't have enough to eat, so how can they afford to go to private school?

"How about Zilong."

After pondering for a long time, I saw an old scholar who gave me his name.

After that, I didn't forget to explain, "Zi means the honorific, dragon, a strange beast, which implies rapid success."

"good."

Blacksmith Zhao grinned and praised again and again.

In fact, even though he didn't know a single word, he still seemed to understand.

However, Zilong's name was easy to pronounce and listen to.

"You're a loser! Two pounds of white flour, just change your name?"

"You know what, my son is going to be the top scholar next year."

When Tiejiang Zhao walked down the street with his child in his arms, he was often given pointers and lectures.

However, he didn't care.

Although the name is short, it is of great significance. It should follow the child throughout his life. Even if he is laid to rest, it will still be engraved on the tombstone.

His old Zhao family are all rough and rough people, with little education, and their names are random.

Once the anger returned, the ancestors would not blame him.

As he spoke, he opened the door to his home.

It was a small courtyard with three or two tile-roofed houses and four or five plane trees. At the foot of the wall were hoes and shovels, and on the other side were a few goats.

The lowing of the cows comes from the backyard, and all the farming depends on them.

Apart from that, there is a straw shed with a large stove inside.

Blacksmith! He usually works here for decades.

"Come on, baby, let's nurse."

Blacksmith Zhao didn't care about life and death, hugged little Zhao Yun and sat under the tree.

The milk is goat's milk, pure natural, freshly squeezed and warm.

Mr. Zhao is not picky about food, but he has a big mouth and a good appetite.

When he was feeding, his big eyes were still spinning, looking at the world with curiosity.

Ying Jie enters the world.

He has no memory.

Just a ignorant little creature.

Wow wow!

What are you doing when you are full? Cry!

When a child sees his mother, he cries three times for nothing.

Although Blacksmith Zhao is a male, it does not prevent Mr. Zhao from showing off his voice.

"Our family has been making a living by blacksmithing for generations."

"When you grow up, this craft will be passed down to you."

"Your great-grandfather had a stubborn temper. Unless there was light in the mountains, he never found it until his death."

Under the moon, the old blacksmith held the baby with a smile on his face.

His story was not very vivid, but little Zhao Yun's eyes widened when he heard it.

The first person you meet after entering the world seems to be kind to you.

Blacksmith Zhao was also cautious, doing everything on tiptoe, like a thief, for fear of scaring his son.

This night, the old man didn't sleep well.

That night, his sheep didn't sleep well either.

Little kid! After eating, he went to sleep, and when he was hungry, he cried, but he was not allowed to get up in the middle of the night to express milk.

After finally surviving until dawn, Wazi warded him off evil spirits again.

Just like that, the old blacksmith was still happy.

For the rest of his life, he has something to do and has to raise this child.

early morning.

The warm sunshine fills Wutong Town.

The old blacksmith went out early, carrying a baby on his back and a hoe in one hand, not to mention how energetic he was.

"Donor, your hall is dark!"

People are in high spirits during happy events, but there are always some inappropriate words.

For example, when an old blacksmith passed by a restaurant, there was a fortune teller who kept mumbling.

"You bastard, are you sincerely cursing me?" The old blacksmith was furious.

"I am Ye Banxian, so I am a magic stick." The fortune teller said seriously.

"Hey."

Wow wow!

The half-immortal of the Ye family was lucky enough to catch up with little Zhao Yun and burst into tears.

Otherwise, with Blacksmith Zhao's bad temper, he would not be able to overthrow his stall.

Even so, he still didn't have a long memory, so he always said to everyone he met: Donor, your hall is dark!

>For this reason, he was beaten a lot.

Not everyone, like Tiejiang Zhao, is afraid of scaring children.

There are always some people who have a bad temper and will get into trouble on the spot if they disagree.

Who said a plane tree cannot grow crookedly?

No, there are a few trees in the green rice fields that look very unruly.

Mr. Zhao was hung on a tree branch.

Of course, this is not the case.

Blacksmith Zhao found a basket and put it in it for him.

He was hoeing the ground, while the baby was sleeping in it, without delay.

When it comes to farm work, he is even more excited. There is a new child in the family, which means he has an extra mouth to eat. He has to save more food while he is still young. As he gets older, there will be a day when he can no longer do it, but he can't Let the baby starve.

"This little guy is white and fat."

"Be gentle, your rough hands."

"I say blacksmith, find a wife!"

The sun was blazing in the sky, and the farmers working in the fields gathered under the trees to enjoy the shade.

Even if you take a break, you have to find something to do.

Ever since, little Zhao Yun was picked off, and a bunch of big guys gathered around and touched his little hands! Pinch your little face! Not to mention how comfortable it is.

"temple."

Even if he enters the world due to calamity, this call will still accompany him.

No one could hear him, except the infant Zhao Yun, who had a blank face.

His mind has just been enlightened, and he doesn't know why, but he often cries. He cries when he is hungry and cries when he wakes up. When he hears the word "dian" being called, he cries the most painfully.

For this reason, Blacksmith Zhao often took him to see a doctor.

"It's time to eat enough to hold you back."

The doctor is a good doctor, and he doesn't see anything wrong with him.

Ye Banxian, on the other hand, rushed to give him a divination.

From that day on, I didn't see him telling fortunes for more than half a year.

When the people in the town saw him again, they all became nervous.

If Mr. Li was still here, they would have been chatting.

If he is really a swindler, there is no harm in doing the math.

I'm afraid that some Taoists will just calculate and run into the pit.