Cultivation of Immortality

Langxing gave some of the chickens to the villagers, asking them to help raise them temporarily to avoid building too big a chicken coop. Even so, he only brought back twenty or thirty chickens.

When Fu'er saw Lang Xing coming back, he ran out staggeringly, pulled Lang Xing's clothes and raised his head, looked at Lang Xing with pitiful eyes and whispered, "Still eating, still eating... chicken legs..."

Su Wan stood at the door holding back her laughter and said, "He ate two chicken drumsticks by himself at noon. You see his belly is still bulging. I asked him if he would eat at night, and he said he would. I said your father must agree to this." That’s it, he’s been waiting for you all afternoon.”

Langxing knelt down, caressed his back lovingly and said, "Okay, let your mother stew it for you. You can still eat it tomorrow."

Fu'er giggled happily, and drool started to drip from the corner of his mouth.

Su Wan picked him up, pointed to the cart of chickens and said, "See, they're all yours, you can eat them as you like."

Fu'er said anxiously, "I eat... chicken legs, but I won't eat... I won't eat them."

Su Wan smiled and patted his head and said, "Little fool, their legs are just chicken legs."

"No..." No matter how he looked at it, Fu'er felt that it was different from the chicken drumsticks he had for lunch. He thought Su Wan was lying to him. His desire for chicken drumsticks made him so anxious that he was about to cry. He flattened his mouth and looked at Lang with aggrieved expression. star.

This made Su Wan and Lang Xing laugh out loud, and they realized the joy of raising children.

After letting Fu'er understand that these chicken legs are chicken legs, Langxing said to him seriously, "From today on, you have to help feed them, okay? If they starve to death, you won't have chicken legs to eat."

"Yes." Fu'er broke away from Su Wan's arms, grabbed a handful of soil and threw it over. Apparently he had seen chickens being fed before. Although his method was rough, his meaning was correct.

Langxing and Su Wan laughed again. Langxing took some corn and taught him how to feed the chickens. The family of three laughed constantly.

Fu'er ate another chicken drumstick that night, but he didn't dare to eat more for fear of breaking it. Although Fu'er wanted to eat another chicken drumstick, he was a child from a poor family and was used to being under the control of his mother. Restraint and patience, so under the persuasion of Su Wan and Lang Xing, he obediently suppressed his greed. Although he kept staring at the remaining chicken drumstick, he had no intention of crying at all.

"It's so pitiful." Su Wan looked at his drooling look and felt really unbearable.

Lang Xing pointed to the remaining half of the chicken and said, "Shall we give these to grandpa and grandma?"

Fu'er only blinked when he heard this, and then burst into tears, his tears of grievance flowing down like two small rivers.

Lang Xing laughed loudly, Su Wan pushed Lang Xing's head angrily, and said angrily, "The child is crying so pitifully, and you still laugh!" After scolding Lang Xing, she whispered to Fu'er. "You can't eat good food alone. You like to eat chicken legs, and your grandparents also like to eat them. You must know how to respect the elderly."

Langxing pulled Su Wan and said disgustedly, "How can he understand filial piety at such a young age? Moreover, he has no feelings for his grandparents. What's the use of telling him this?" After scolding Su Wan, he said to Fu'er in a pleasant manner. He said, "There are so many chicken legs outside. I will stew them for you tomorrow. Eat them as soon as you wake up in the morning, two at lunch, and one at night, okay? Send these to my grandparents first."

When he heard that he could eat chicken drumsticks for a day tomorrow, Fu'er immediately stopped crying and started laughing happily.

"Remember to feed the chickens tomorrow." Langxing winked at him.

"Yeah! Feed the chickens." Fu'er wiped the tears on his face and rushed to pack the corn bags.

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Su Wan hurriedly brought him back and said with a smile, "No need to feed him today. He is so exhausted that you don't even have chicken legs to eat. Feed him again tomorrow."

Fu'er suddenly held his stomach and said, "I want to have a bowel movement."

Su Wan bit her lip and signaled to Langxing with her eyes that although raising children was a lot of fun, it was also a lot of trouble.

"This is what a mother should do." Langxing muttered and took Fu'er out.

Su Wan breathed a sigh of relief, but she also knew that she couldn't avoid this kind of thing. With such a young child pulling at will, she had to bite the bullet when Lang Xing was not at home.

The next day, when Fu'er woke up, she put her little mouth down and touched her for a while. She felt like crying again because she couldn't see her mother.

Su Wan poked her head at the door and said, "It's time to feed the chickens. After feeding the chickens, you can eat the chicken legs."

Fu'er immediately smelled the aroma of chicken legs, and the tears that had flashed disappeared immediately. He got off the bed with a grunt, ran out, and called mother twice in a crying voice. When he heard the chicken crow outside, his little face A smile soon appeared on his face.

After eating a chicken drumstick in the morning, Fu'er didn't go anywhere but guarded the group of chickens.

Langxing called Xiao Zheng and Goudan to build a big chicken coop outside the yard of Yang Gong and Yang Po. He and Su Wan couldn't stand the smell. Naturally, Yang Gong and Yang Po had no objection, even if Su Wan sent it over in the morning. They ate half a chicken for three consecutive meals. The old couple had never experienced such luxury in their entire lives.

After building the chicken coop, Langxing patiently told Fu'er about raising chickens, from laying eggs, hatching chickens, feeding chickens, to killing chickens and stewing chickens. The chicken was interested, so he listened very enthusiastically.

Su Wan felt secretly ashamed. Langxing really looked like a father and was good at guiding his children to learn. As a mother, she had to learn how to take care of her children. She immediately went to find Liu Wuniang. Fu'er It allowed the two of them to take a deeper step into mortal life.

After eating chicken drumsticks for three consecutive days, Fu'er finally had enough, and her pretty face became moisturized before her eyes.

At noon that day, Langxing asked Fu'er, who couldn't eat half of the chicken leg anymore, "What do you want most now?"

"I...I...want to drink...honey water." Fu'er said cautiously, fearing that making such a high request would make Lang Xing angry.

"Okay, go and look at your chicken. There will be honey water to drink in the evening, but don't tell Xiaoting and the others this time. There is only a little honey water in the evening, which is only enough for you."

Fu'er nodded vigorously and kept swallowing.

After Fu'er went out, Langxing immediately disappeared and went to the town to buy honey water. Fu'er's belly became round again that night, and he still had a satisfied smile on his face until he fell asleep.

Su Wan and Lang Xing sat beside the bed, looking at the contented child with relief.

Su Wan asked, "What do you think he will want next after he drinks enough honey water?"

Lang Xing smiled and shook his head and said, "It depends on him knowing what to eat. Apart from food and drink, a child with such a small amount will not want anything else."

Su Wan pursed her lips and smiled. She touched the smiling face lovingly and said with her spiritual thoughts, "Is this the way of a human being? At first, he was completely controlled by the shackles of the body. He had nothing to do but eat and drink. Please.”

Lang Xing thought, "The same is true for other animals, but they have low intelligence and only eat and drink throughout their lives, so this is the way of nature, not the way of humans."

Su Wan looked at Fu'er and said, "Then let's watch how he enters the way of human beings step by step." Langxing gave some of the chickens to the villagers, saying that they would help raise them temporarily to avoid having to worry about him. The chicken coop was too big, but only twenty or thirty chickens were brought back.

When Fu'er saw Lang Xing coming back, he ran out staggeringly, pulled Lang Xing's clothes and raised his head, looked at Lang Xing with pitiful eyes and whispered, "Still eating, still eating... chicken legs..."

Su Wan stood at the door holding back her laughter and said, "He ate two chicken drumsticks by himself at noon. You see his belly is still bulging. I asked him if he would eat again in the evening. He said he would. I said your father must agree to this." That’s it, he’s been waiting for you all afternoon.”

Langxing knelt down, caressed his back lovingly and said, "Okay, let your mother stew it for you. You can still eat it tomorrow."

Fu'er giggled happily, and drool started to drip from the corner of his mouth.

Su Wan picked him up, pointed to the cart of chickens and said, "See, they're all yours, you can eat them as you like."

Fu'er said anxiously, "I eat... chicken legs, but I won't eat... I won't eat them."

Su Wan smiled and patted his head and said, "Little fool, their legs are just chicken legs."

"No..." No matter how he looked at it, Fu'er felt that it was different from the chicken drumsticks he had for lunch. He thought Su Wan was lying to him. His desire for chicken drumsticks made him so anxious that he almost cried. He flattened his mouth and looked at Lang with aggrieved expression. star.

This made Su Wan and Lang Xing laugh out loud, and they realized the joy of raising children.

After letting Fu'er understand that these chicken legs are chicken legs, Langxing said to him seriously, "From today on, you have to help feed them, okay? If they starve to death, you won't have chicken legs to eat."

"Yes." Fu'er broke away from Su Wan's arms, grabbed a handful of soil and threw it over. Apparently he had seen chickens being fed before. Although his method was rough, his meaning was correct.

Langxing and Su Wan laughed again. Langxing took some corn and taught him how to feed the chickens. The family of three laughed constantly.

Fu'er ate another chicken drumstick that night, but he didn't dare to eat more for fear of breaking it. Although Fu'er wanted to eat another chicken leg, he was a child from a poor family and was used to it under his mother's control before. Restraint and patience, so under the persuasion of Su Wan and Lang Xing, he obediently suppressed the glutton. Although his eyes kept staring at the remaining chicken drumstick, he had no intention of crying at all.

"It's so pitiful." Su Wan looked at his drooling look and felt really unbearable.

Lang Xing pointed to the remaining half of the chicken and said, "Shall we give these to grandpa and grandma?"

Fu'er only blinked when he heard this, and then burst out crying, his tears of grievance flowing down like two small rivers.

Lang Xing laughed loudly, Su Wan pushed Lang Xing's head angrily, and said angrily, "The child is crying so pitifully, and you still laugh!" After scolding Lang Xing, she whispered to Fu'er. "You can't eat good food alone. You like to eat chicken legs, and your grandparents also like to eat them. You must know how to respect the elderly."

Langxing pulled Su Wan and said disgustedly, "How can he understand filial piety at such a young age? Moreover, he has no feelings for his grandparents. What's the use of telling him this?" After scolding Su Wan, he said to Fu'er in a pleasant manner. He said, "There are so many chicken legs outside. I will stew them for you tomorrow. Eat them as soon as you wake up in the morning, two at lunch, and one at night, okay? Send these to my grandparents first."

When he heard that he could eat chicken drumsticks for a day tomorrow, Fu'er immediately stopped crying and started laughing happily.

"Remember to feed the chickens tomorrow." Langxing winked at him.

"Yeah! Feed the chickens." Fu'er wiped the tears on his face and rushed to pack the corn bags.

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Su Wan hurriedly carried him back and said with a smile, "No need to feed him today. He is so exhausted that you don't even have chicken legs to eat. Feed him again tomorrow."

Fu'er suddenly held his stomach and said, "I want to have a bowel movement."

Su Wan bit her lip and signaled to Langxing with her eyes that although raising children was a lot of fun, it was also a lot of trouble.

"This is what a mother should do." Langxing muttered and took Fu'er out.

Su Wan breathed a sigh of relief, but she also knew that she couldn't avoid this kind of thing. With such a young child pulling at will, she had to bite the bullet when Lang Xing was not at home.

The next day, when Fu'er woke up, she put her little mouth down and touched her for a while. She felt like crying again because she couldn't see her mother.

Su Wan poked her head at the door and said, "It's time to feed the chickens. After feeding the chickens, you can eat the chicken legs."

Fu'er immediately smelled the fragrance of chicken legs, and the tears that had flashed disappeared immediately. He got off the bed with a grunt, ran out, and called mother twice in a tearful voice. When he heard the chicken crow outside, his face lit up. A smile soon appeared on his face.

After eating a chicken drumstick in the morning, Fu'er didn't go anywhere but guarded the group of chickens.

Langxing called Xiao Zheng and Goudan to build a big chicken coop outside the yard of Yang Gong and Yang Po. He and Su Wan couldn't stand the smell. Naturally, Yang Gong and Yang Po had no problem with it, even if Su Wan sent it over in the morning. They ate half a chicken for three consecutive meals. The old couple had never experienced such luxury in their entire lives.

After building the chicken coop, Langxing patiently told Fu'er about raising chickens, from laying eggs, hatching chickens, feeding chickens, to killing chickens and stewing chickens. The chicken was interested, so he listened very enthusiastically.

Su Wan felt secretly ashamed. Langxing really looked like a father and was good at guiding his children to learn. As a mother, she had to learn how to take care of her children. She immediately went to find Liu Wuniang. Fu'er It allowed the two of them to take a deeper step into mortal life.

After eating chicken legs for three days in a row, Fu'er finally had enough, and her vegetable-colored face became moisturized before her eyes.

At noon that day, Langxing asked Fu'er, who couldn't eat half of the chicken leg anymore, "What do you want most now?"

"I...I...want to drink...honey water." Fu'er said cautiously, fearing that making such a high request would make Lang Xing angry.

"Okay, go and look at your chicken. There will be honey water to drink in the evening, but don't tell Xiaoting and the others this time. There is only a little honey water in the evening, which is only enough for you."

Fu'er nodded vigorously and kept swallowing.

After Fu'er went out, Langxing immediately disappeared and went to the town to buy honey water. Fu'er's belly became round again that night, and he still had a satisfied smile on his face until he fell asleep.

Su Wan and Lang Xing sat beside the bed, looking at the contented child with relief.

Su Wan asked, "What do you think he will want next after he drinks enough honey water?"

Lang Xing smiled and shook his head and said, "It depends on him knowing what to eat. Apart from food and drink, a child with such a small amount will not want anything else."

Su Wan pursed her lips and smiled. She touched the smiling face lovingly and said with her spiritual thoughts, "Is this the way of a human being? At first, he was completely controlled by the shackles of the body. He had nothing to do but eat and drink. Please.”

Lang Xing thought, "The same is true for other animals, but they have low intelligence and only eat and drink throughout their lives, so this is the way of nature, not the way of humans."

Su Wan looked at Fu'er and said, "Then let's watch how he enters the way of man step by step."