MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 498 【I met a fairy】

  Chapter 498 [I met a fairy]

  Of course, Fang Chang did not forget to take the money box.

  Yang Yiyuan was stunned when he saw the big living person standing in front of him suddenly disappear.

  He picked up the burden next to him and wanted to chase after him, but in every direction he could see, there was no sign of Shopkeeper Fang anymore. This made him feel at a loss after running for a few steps.

   Moreover, the heavy stove also reminded him that even if shopkeeper Fang just ran away, he would not be able to catch up with the burden.

  Placing the burden down, Yang Yiyuan stood there in a daze. After waiting for half an hour, he suddenly kowtowed at the same place, kowtowed twice towards the place where Fang Chang disappeared, and then picked up the burden and went back.

   Until he walked to the door, he was a little dazed.

  It was the old mother at home, who was very happy to hear her son came back, and came out to welcome her and said:

"Yuan'er is back. I boiled mung bean soup for dinner to relieve the heat and relieve my anger. Come and drink two bowls...Hey, where did you get this burden? What did you do? You can't do bad things, right? !"

  Hearing his mother's worried question, Yang Yiyuan smiled wryly and explained:

   "Don't worry, Aunt, I'm not the one who commits crimes. I'm the one who's been following that shopkeeper Fang for the past few days."

  Yang Yiyuan's mother is gray-haired. Years of hard work make her look older than her real age, but she is in good spirits and has bright eyes.

  Looking at her son, she said slightly naggingly:

"The shopkeeper there let you learn the skills, he is very kind-hearted, we have to remember that people are kind, even if they don't want to accept you as an apprentice, then you have to treat them with the courtesy of a teacher, do you remember? "

  Yang Yiyuan nodded repeatedly and said:

   "That's natural."

   "Well, just remember. Although our family is poor, we can't lose our ambition. You went to learn crafts secretly a few days ago. You must never do it again in the future. Do you understand?!"

   "I know, Ma'am."

   "Then what's the matter with this burden? Why did Shopkeeper Fang let you carry it?"

  Yang Yiyuan continued to smile wryly. He put down the burden, and then told his mother the whole story, including the process that the shopkeeper Fang planned to give the burden to himself, but he thought it was inappropriate to accept it, so he refused to accept it.

   After backing down a few times, the shopkeeper Fang suddenly disappeared in place and could not be found anywhere.

  His mother frowned, listening to her son.

   She naturally had some doubts about the content described above, but although this matter was contrary to common sense, it barely fit the persona of the other party as a kind person, and it was not completely outrageous. But after hearing Yang Yiyuan's words that shopkeeper Fang suddenly disappeared in place, this unheard-of plot made her frown.

  Yang Yiyuan's mother knew her son very well. She knew that if she relied on making up, she would definitely not be able to make up such an outrageous excuse; Combined with the bitter look on her son's face when he walked in the door, she immediately believed this explanation.

  After thinking for a while, she interrupted Yang Yiyuan and said:

   "My son, it seems that you have met a fairy."

"ah?"

  Yang Yiyuan was stunned. It's not that he hadn't thought about the possibility his mother said, but he couldn't believe it.

After all, in his years of knowledge and cognition, there is no place for gods. He has only seen the wood sculpture of Lord Chenghuang in the Town God's Temple in the city. Other than that, he has heard various stories since childhood. and the legends too.

  Those stories are weird and bizarre, and the content is absurd. The main purpose is to scare children and keep them from crying.

For example, in a new story that has become popular in the past two years, there is a story about a battle between a fairy and a pangolin monster. Babies make a living, and they are not satisfied with harvesting the world's water veins. Every family must first pay tribute to fetch water for cooking.

  Of course, at the end of each story, the monsters are hacked to death by the gods after a series of twists and turns, and thousands of people are rescued, including children who have not had time to eat.

   Yang Yiyuan thought these stories were of little value, but he didn't expect his mother to believe them.

   "Aniang, I am no longer a child of seven or eight years old, don't tease me."

"My fool, mother knows that you are not lying, but apart from this explanation, how can you say that he disappeared suddenly? Could it be that the other party is a monster? Even in the story, there is no selling cakes on the street. The monsters who are willing to accept people as apprentices, you can only meet gods."

  Yang Yiyuan was speechless immediately, but he obviously still didn't believe it.

  His mother walked back into the house, uncovered the pot and began to serve mung bean soup:

   "This shopkeeper Fang gave you tools that can make a living. This kind of behavior, whether it is a monster or an expert, can be regarded as the act of a god. You can treat him like a god."

"But you must not forget about them. If you have the opportunity to meet again in the future, you must be grateful. As the old saying goes, if you receive a drop of water, you should repay it with a spring. The favor our family has received this time can far exceed It's dripping."

  Yang Yiyuan was more accepting of his mother's statement, he nodded and said:

"Well, then I will say that this method of making pancakes is passed down from the gods. Auntie, I'm hungry, let's eat. By the way, all kinds of ingredients are ready-made here. I brought them back to you a few days ago I tasted the pancake, I will make another one to see if my son's handicraft is still good."

"No, save some." She quickly refused, "I can't taste anything, you save the materials for business tomorrow. You have to cover these utensils in a while, don't let the dust get blown in by the wind. There is still I have some money, and I will hand it over to you tomorrow to supplement ingredients. My son, since you have learned the craft, the family will rely on this stall in the future. This is the ability to start a family and start a business, and it is much more reliable than you carrying labor."

  ...

  But Fang Chang said that he took the money box and walked away, so he no longer cared about the affairs behind him.

   As for how Yang Yiyuan will react next, Fang Chang doesn't care at all, everyone has their own fate.

  In his opinion, this young man has a good nature, and he has a relationship with him for a few days, and his luck in the next life will not be bad.

  Even if he didn't look at Yang Yiyuan's future life, Fang Chang could still make this judgment.

  After all, God helps those who help themselves, and now the world is at peace.

Of course, since Yang Yiyuan’s small stall lost Xianqiya’s green onion, spring water, batter, pickles, and sauce, it could only be replaced by ordinary products. Diners who have eaten pancakes made by Fang Chang will definitely lament that the taste is not as good the past.

  The reason why he chose to end this wave of stalls today, and even gave away the pancake stalls, was because of his spiritual perception. He had been waiting for many days for the opportunity, and finally arrived.

  The sky is getting darker, the sunset in the west is gradually turning gray, and the surrounding light is dimming. Whether it is houses, streets, trees and flowers, they are slowly hidden in the night.

  (end of this chapter)