If you practice once, you will be ten spirit stones...

If this continues, it is not something that ordinary casual cultivators can afford to practice.

Mo Hua asked again: "What if I can't pay back the debts I owe to the Sun family?"

The old man sighed, "Then sell the children to them, the men are servants, and the women are servants."

"As soon as you enter the Sun family, you will be a slave and a maid, your name will be changed, and your parents can no longer recognize you. You can only make cows and horses for them..."

The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.

He finally knew how so many servants and maids from the Sun family who served them came from...

As the old man said, he came to his senses and said apologetically:

"After so long, I've heard from my old man complain..."

Then he thought of something and looked ashamed again, "I..."

He wanted to give it to him, but his family was penniless and could not even take out a single spiritual stone.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "It's a simple task, no need."

The old man was really sorry and said:

"Sir, if you don't dislike it, go to my house and have a meal."

The old man looked very guilty.

Mo Hua thought about it and agreed. He happened to have something to ask.

The two of them chatted a few more times along the way.

Mo Hua learned that the old man's surname was Ding, a family of four lived in Dongshan Village near Qiandeng Town, and had been a Lingnong for generations.

It can cultivate spiritual fields, but the income is meager and cannot support the family.

The son and daughter-in-law went out to make a living, and they could come back almost once a year or two.

I left my grandson with him at home, and I could have a meal with a few acres of thin fields.

Old man Ding invited the ink painting home.

When I saw the ink painting, nothing unexpected happened. The family was so deserted that it was very shabby.

Old Man Ding said embarrassedly: "This... the family is really..."

Mo Hua shook her head, not minding.

He was born into a casual cultivator and knew what poverty looked like.

Old man Ding went to make a fire and cook.

After a while, a bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles, and a local chicken were placed on the table.

This native chicken is killed now.

When Mo Hua entered the door, he saw it calling to himself in the yard.

Although this kind of chicken is also raised by monks and is a spirit beast, it has almost no spiritual energy and is not worth many spirit stones. Therefore, some casual cultivators will raise a few and just feed them some grass.

But this is also the only chicken in Old Man Ding’s house.

Pickles are bitter and salty.

There is half a bowl of rice in the porridge, but this is only in the bowl of ink painting.

Old man Ding and his grandson's bowl were clean, and there was no clear porridge and no grain of rice.

The farmer has no rice to eat.

Ink painting was silent for a moment.

"The scattered cultivators in Tongxian City are very hard, but most of the scattered cultivators in this world may be even more miserable than the scattered cultivators in Tongxian City."

Elder Yu said this to him, but this was the first time Mo Hua deeply realized it.

He thought of the food that the Sun family had eaten in the morning, the table full of rice and meat that had not been finished and poured out...

Mo Hua sighed.

Don’t farm or work, don’t eat or eat, work hard, but don’t eat.

Thank you book friends for passing by and rewarded the leader!

The second leader, thank you ~

I wrote it in the notebook, and I will update it later~

But the writing is indeed slow at the moment, so I have to stabilize my mentality and elaborate on the detailed outline, so I don’t have much more, sorry.

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Chapter completed!