Vol 4 Chapter 1: Strange soul

The soul world is a very strange world. In this world, everyone's soul can be seen by people, and human souls usually appear three feet above their heads, but they are not entities. Like a projection, floating on the top of a person's head.
In the soul world, the souls are generally divided into two categories, the soul, the soul, the soul is very simple, that is, the soul of that person appears in the image of a creature, this soul is generally divided into two categories, planting Soul and animal soul.
The number of souls is much more, but in order to better distinguish, in the soul world, the soul is for three major categories, one is the soul of the soldiers, one is the soul of the craftsmanship, and the other is the soul of the soul.
The soul of the soldier refers to the soul of all kinds of weapons, and the soul of the craft generally refers to the appearance of a human soul, the tool used by the craftsman, and the soul of the soul is the most powerful, including all the items used by the human, from the knife to the pen. From the table to the iron pot, as long as it is a human thing, it is counted in the scope of the soul of the soul. Of course, speaking strictly, the soul of the soul and the soul of the soldier are also counted in the soul of the soul, but here in the soul world, the craftsman The soul and the soul of the soldiers are separated separately.
Here in the soul world, when everyone is born, his identity and status are determined, because in the soul world, all people rely on the soul to distinguish your identity, in the soul world, the soul It is also noble and low-lying, the soul is the most noble, followed by the beast soul, then the soul of the soul, followed by the soul of the soul, after the soul is the soul, here in the soul world, there are the most souls, but the same The status of such a person is also the lowest.
Sky State, one of the thirty-six states of the soul world, Donglaifu. There is a small village under the Cuiyu Mountain. This small village is called Shugen Village. This small village does not know how many years have existed. Anyway, the people in the village, the ancestors of all generations live here. This is a soul village. The people in this village, the people of all generations, are all souls, that is, the lowest. soul. They can only work every day and pay a lot of taxes. Fortunately, the crops here are very high. In addition to the mountains, the villagers can sometimes get some beasts to change some oil and salt. Although the days are bitter, they still Got it.
On this day, outside the door of a family in the village of Shugen, there are many people standing, and these are holding some things in their hands. Nothing more than flowers, eggs and the like. Most of them have dishes, and their clothes are very worn. Now they are sitting in the courtyard of this family, whispering something, and there is a woman shouting in the room.
One old and one young man squatted in front of the house. This is a small grass house. The wall is made of adobe. The roof is covered with thick grass. The yard is quite big, but most of it. There are some dishes in the locality. It is already in April. In addition, the climate in the village of Shugen is very warm. The vegetable seedlings have grown out, and the green and oily ones are gratifying.
At this moment, the woman in the room heard a high-pitched voice, and then there was no sound, and all the people in the yard were nervous.
Then the door of the hut was pushed open, and a gray-haired woman came out of the house. The old man and the second man who had been in front of the door immediately surrounded him. Both looked at the woman with a squint.
The woman looked at the two and sank: "It’s a boy, a soul!"
When I heard the woman say this, the small courtyard didn't boil. The two men in front of the door were even more happy. They only knew that they were standing there and smirking, completely forgetting other things.
At this time, a man dressed in a coarse cloth short coat, but the old man who did not appear to be worn out came over and shouted at the woman: "Thank you Liu Po, I am grateful to the roots of the village. This is hi money, please Liu The woman accepted it."
The woman was not polite. She smiled and accepted the copper money handed over by the old man. She smiled at the old man: "Tang Cunchang is polite. I didn't expect a soul-planting person in your village. If this is to be cultivated in the future, it will definitely become a character, and your root village will follow the light."
Tian Cunchang quickly said: "By Liu Po ​​Ji Yan." At that time, the two happy stupid men came over and thanked Liu.
Then Liu Po ​​just smiled, then went to the side, confessed a few words to a few women, and turned and left. After Liu’s departure, the old woman was transferred from the house. The old woman wore a gray cloth. The clothes, the hair is already gray, but a smile on his face, in his hand, is holding a small baby, the baby closes his eyes, sleeps well, three feet above his head, a small grass, The green is gratifying and vibrant.
The old woman was holding this little baby, but her face was full of smiles. When others saw the grass on the baby's head, the face showed an excited expression.
Mr. Tamura looked at the little baby with excitement: "Well, hahaha, great, I have a soul-seeker in the roots of the village. Although it is only the lowest level of grass soul, it is also a happy event. Everyone will come back soon. Every family has come up with some food to eat. Today we have to have a carnival.
Everyone screamed, put down the things in their hands and turned away.
After everyone left, Mr. Tamura turned his head to the smirk old man: "Tianzhu brothers, I really didn't think that your family would be developed. This kid is related to our whole people, the root village, you guys. The family must take care of it. I am going home to get two altars. Everyone is happy and happy." Then I turned and walked away.
At this time, Tian Zhu returned to God. He just wanted to say it, but he found that the village head had gone far. He quickly turned his head to the juvenile around him: "Tian Zhuang, still doing something, not ready to go. Everyone else has sent so many things, we can't prepare well, go, my grandson is the soul-seeker, and we have hope in the future."
Tian Zhuang also came back to the moment. He responded and immediately ran to a small room next to it. There was a warehouse in Tianjia. He wanted to bring some good things to entertain everyone, because Tian had hope.
In the soul world, the soul determines the identity of a person. Take the tree root village. The people here are all souls. The soul of Tian Zhu is a hoe, and the soul of Tian Zhuang is a shovel. The soul is a table, and the souls of other villagers are all kinds of living utensils. There is nothing special.
After a while, Tian Zhuang took out all the good things in his family. There are no good things. It is nothing more than bacon, dried wild vegetables, mushrooms and the like. These things are considered good things in the village. They are not willing to eat if things are flat, because they can get some oil and salt in the city, but today they are happy, but Tian Zhuang did not hesitate to take these things out.
At that time, the old woman holding the child had put the child back into the house, then walked out of the room and stared at Tian Zhu. "You are an old man, the older you are, the more you go back, let the children get what." He will get something again, come, you can help me, let the children enter the house to see the wife."
Tian Zhu heard the old woman say this, and this time he came back. He immediately nodded and said: "Yes, yes, Tian Zhuang, go see your wife, she is the hero of our family. You manage it, go."
Tian Zhuang was pleased with a sigh of relief. He turned things to the ground and turned to go to the house. The house is divided into two rooms. There is a small square in the entrance. It is usually used for eating. Behind the square hall, there is a small kitchen. There are two rooms on both sides of the square. One is the old couple and the other is the room of Tian Zhuang and his wife.
Tian Zhuangfei ran into his room. In his room, there was a wooden bed and a wooden wardrobe. Now the wooden bed has been covered with a layer of curtains, but now the curtain has Picked up, a woman is lying on the bed, the baby is placed next to him, and now the woman is looking at the child with a happy face.
This woman is not very beautiful, her hands and feet are thick, and she knows that she is a woman who often works in the countryside at a glance, but at this moment, her face is so beautiful with a trace of holiness.
When Tian Zhuangyi entered the house and saw this situation, he could not help but lighten his footsteps. He slowly walked over to the bed and looked at the woman and the child on the bed. His heart was full of happiness. He looked at the woman and his face. Hanging a smile: "Cuifen, you have worked hard."
Cuifen looked up and looked at Tian Zhuang, with a smile on his face: "Big brother, I don't work hard, you see this little guy, how beautiful." Then he turned his eyes to the child.
Tian Zhuang also pointed his eyes at the child. To be honest, the newborn child is not very beautiful. The small face is wrinkled. It will take a few days to grow up, it will look good, but now this is not Beautiful baby, in the eyes of Tian Zhuang, is the most beautiful baby in the world.
Tian Zhuang stretched out his big hand and touched the little baby, but he was afraid of hurting the little baby. The baby’s tender skin made Tian Zhuang even touch it. He was afraid of his rough big hand and put the baby. The skin was scratched.
When Tian Zhuang was at a loss, he suddenly heard the excitement in the yard. He knew that the people in the village had come. Tian Zhuang was reluctant to stand up and rushed to Cuifen Road: "Cuifen, the people in the village came, 爹Mother is too busy, I will go out and see."
Cuifen nodded and said: "Big brother, you go to work, right, let the mother give me some water to come in, I will give the little guy a drink." Tian Zhuang should have a voice, turned and left.
There are many people in Tian Zhuang’s yard, all of them are villagers in the village. These people hold some things in their hands, some holding a piece of bacon, some holding a dried chicken, some holding some vegetables in their hands. Other people hold things like tables, chairs, tableware, and the like.
Tian Zhuzheng greeted the people in the village, and Tian Zhuangniang was putting those things on the table, greeting several young people in the village, and taking two temporary stoves with stones to prepare for cooking.
At this time, the village head also came in from the outside, behind him, followed by an old woman, the village head holding two jars of wine in his hand, the old woman holding a jar of wine in his hand, to know that the wine is in the village, but Good things, the average family does not have, the wine of the village chief's family, and the son of his work outside to send him back to honor him. Usually he is reluctant to drink, but today he took it out.