Chapter 2 (Proposal) ()

Before Mu Hao could speak, Mu Shan pulled Mu Hao away from the old man and respectfully let the old man sit on the kang: "Old village chief, you are just back today, why don't you take a rest at home? If you look for us, just let us know. You don't have to come here in person!"

The old man grinned and said, "Haha~~ Xiao Shanzi, although I am old, I am not yet able to walk. Today I came here to discuss something with you and your wife."

At this time, Mu Hao's mother had already put the cooked rice paste on the table and said enthusiastically to the old man: "Cuinhua, come, drink some hot rice paste first to warm up your body." After that, she took the best small stone bowl for the whole family to serve the old man a bowl of rice paste."

The folk customs in the village are very simple, and the old man was not polite. He blew a breath at the rice paste in the stone bowl and took a sip.

Seeing that Mushan's family of three had already set up their bowls and chopsticks, sitting around the kang waiting for him to speak, the old man put down the stone bowl and looked at the thin rice paste in Muhao's stone bowl, frowned inadvertently: "Mushan, are you going to give Xiaohao this? Don't you know that now is the time when Xiaohao grows up?"

Mu Shan blushed awkwardly, looked at the old man, and then looked at the dilute rice paste in the bowl opposite him without saying anything.

The atmosphere was a little depressed for a while, and the old man showed a sad expression: "I have heard that most of your family's food is distributed to the families in the village that have happened. Although life is difficult, no one can lose the children! There is no need to say anything. Our family still has some food. After the meal is finished, you can get some from me."

"Village Chief, this is not enough. Your situation is also difficult. Now many family members in the village who have something to do need our care. As long as they have survived this winter, life will gradually get better." Mu Shan looked anxious, but his expression was very firm. Obviously, he was not ready to accept the gift from the old village chief.

"Shut up, what is the situation in the village? Do you know me, the village chief, better than you? Our village is over. It's hard to say whether we can survive this winter. There are seven adult laborers! They never come back when they enter Pude Mountain! Are you still fantasizing that everything is a coincidence?" The old man's eyes were slightly wet, his face turned red, and after he said, he caused a violent cough.

Seeing the old village chief getting angry, Mu Shan hurriedly helped the old man with his breath and did not dare to speak anymore. It was not until the old man's face slightly relieved that Mu Shan breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Hao, who was standing beside him, heard what the village chief said and vaguely knew what was happening in the village.

As a small village mainly farming, Mujia Village has always been a spring farming and harvesting, and relies on the weather to make a living. In the past, Mujia Village would send some middle-aged hunters to Pude Mountain, which is closer to Mujia Village, to catch some small beasts and some harmless animals to subsidize the livelihoods of the village.

Pude Mountain is not too big. Although hunting is difficult, fortunately there is no risk. On Pude Mountain, there are small wild beasts living there, but there are not as terrible monsters as rumored by the outside world.

Year after year, Mujia Village is always following this tradition, but it is precisely this year that unexpected changes have occurred on the entire Pude Mountain that everyone in Mujia Village have. When winter is approaching, Mujia Village also sent three young hunters to Pude Mountain to hunt, as before. But what is strange is that these three hunters have not come back for many days!

In the first few days, the people in Mujia Village did not take this matter seriously. This situation also happened in the past, but they were all hunters in the village who captured traces of the activities of small beasts. Generally, for greater gains, the hunters in the village would delay in the mountains for a few days.

However, when the three hunters who went to hunt did not come back for more than ten days, the villagers gradually felt that things were unusual. To be on the safe side, two old hunters were sent to search for them, but the final result was the same as the three people disappeared at the time, without a trace. After half a month, this result shocked all the people in the Mujia Village.

Pude Mountain, which used to provide livelihoods for the Mujia Village people, seemed to have become a ferocious beast that could grow big mouths and choose people to eat, making people feel frightened overnight.

The entire five middle-aged laborers disappeared into the mountains not far from the village. This was a heavy blow to the sparsely populated Mujia Village!

The year was not very good at first. Mujia Village, which had poor grain harvest, was counting on the hunters in the village in winter to gain something on Pude Mountain. However, in the cold winter, this incident broke the last road to Mujia Village. More importantly, the disappearance of five young hunters made the hungry and cold Mujia Village worse. The elderly and women who lost their labor force had to accept the alms of the villagers to survive. In the cold winter, without a man at home means that there is no hope in the difficult world.

The disappearance of the five hunters was like a mystery. Everyone in Mujia Village had no idea what happened on Pude Mountain. Although the old village chief stopped him from continuing to go into the mountain to find people and hunt, in the face of the grief of losing his relatives and the increasingly difficult life in the village, two more hunters took the risk and went into the mountain to find the whereabouts of the missing hunter in the village.

As a result, just like the people ahead, the two hunters who finally entered the mountain were speechless and never returned to the village.

The disappearance of the seven major labor forces in the village has brought Mujia Village to collapse. The old village chief is very clear in his heart what the cold winter means to this village!

After sorting out his mood, the old man coughed twice: "Xiao Shanzi, Hao'er is already 14 years old. If nothing unexpected happens, the Lanling Principality will send people to recruit soldiers next year. Now the world outside is so chaotic, so the possibility of Hao'er, a small child, joining the army, is very small, and it is very unlikely that he will survive in the end. Now it's time to consider this child's future!"

Only then did Mushan understand the intention of the old village chief coming here, but what if he understands it, he has a farmer like Mujia Village, and he has no right to choose his fate! Perhaps letting his children join the army is the best way, at least he will not be starved to death like he is now!

Mu Shan smiled bitterly: "Old village chief, that's the case, we have no good idea. We have no status and no skills. Perhaps joining the army is his destiny. If he falls into the hands of the slave-capturing team to avoid conscription, Hao'er's fate will only be even worse!" Mu Shan looked at his wife and son.

After hearing her husband's words, Mushan's wife couldn't help but shed bitter tears in her eyes.

Although Mu Hao is sensible, everything outside is strange to him who has never left Mujia Village. He just occasionally hears the old village chief telling the story of a minstrel poet. However, after all, it is still too far from Mu Hao's life, so it is difficult for him to express any thoughts in front of adults, but he only knows that adults are talking about their own affairs.

Looking at the different expressions of the three of Mushan family, the old village chief sighed: "Xiao Shanzi, this time I went out and heard a news that the Ziyun Sect, two hundred miles away from us, will be the five-year disciple recruitment period in seven days. Although Hao'er is a little older, she is still within the age line. Maybe this time is an opportunity for him."

Mushan looked shocked. Although Mushan was a farmer, he had heard of Ziyun Sect, which was not particularly far away from Mujia Village.

There has always been a saying in the Oprez continent that imperial power and royal power are not the masters of Oprez continent. There are also sects above imperial power and royal power. Although Ziyun Sect is not Oprez's sect, it is definitely a giant in the small Blue Peel Principality.

After tens of millions of years of change, countless civilized races have been born. Until now, all major races have been integrated into the historical development of Opres.

It is not just a black-haired man, but a yellow-haired man. It is not surprising that he sees an orc in a town. On the Road to Oprez, the major empires were not simply races, but formed by the fusion of hundreds of races.

People will not be very hostile to races other than themselves. On this continent, strength is the foundation of everything.

There will be rich and poor in places where there are people, and Mujia Village is poor, but it does not mean that the whole continent is like this. On the contrary, after tens of millions of years of development, the economy and living system of the Opres continent have been very sound. If you go to any large town in Opres, you will see a prosperous scene.

The only thing that remains unchanged in the Oprez continent is that this is a world where martial arts and strength is respected.

Many bards are circulating, one after another of Opres' history and current myths, and even farmers like Mushan know a little about it!

From the powerful monks who lived and died in ancient times to the powerful people of the major sects in contemporary times, they will be verbally circulated by people on the mainland and admired by hundreds of millions of people.

In the continent of Oprez, the cultivation of fighting spirit and magic is the mainstream, but other factions are not lonely. With the years of cultivation and evolution, developing their own potential has gradually become the dominant force in cultivation. People do not reject other cultivation methods. Improving their own strength is the foundation of everything. With the development of the cultivation trend passed down from ancient times, cultivation, Buddhist cultivation, and other cultivation methods have been used by most cultivators.

In the huge Opres continent, various cultivation methods are in parallel. There was once a saying that there are only cultivation methods that cannot be mastered, but there is nothing that people could not imagine.
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