I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Xiang County.

It is located on the edge of Luozhou, close to Chongshan Mountain in Jingzhou.

The county has twelve towns under its jurisdiction, among which Qingshan Town is the poorest, and Majiagou is the poorest town.

Three poles in the sun.

Ma Laosan got up from the bed tremblingly and looked at the tattered clothes on his body.

“Something that even a dog wouldn’t wear!”

He looked disgusted and disgusted, but it was a pity that his family had only four walls, and he only had this one in all seasons.

In winter, they relied on thatch to avoid the cold, barely surviving the cold.

When he opened the door, the sun shone on his face, which made him look pale, not like a poor villager at all.

The yard has no walls at all. It is surrounded by a wooden fence and covered with calf-deep weeds. If it weren't for the farm tools in the corner, no one would think the house was occupied.

Ma Laosan gave him a hunch, carried the hoe crookedly, and walked towards his own field.

After walking three steps and taking a break, I met a fellow villager who chatted with me for a few words. I didn't arrive at the end of the field until half a while later.

The weeds in the field were as tall as the wheat seedlings. Ma Laosan muttered a few curses, hoeed a few times, and slumped down on the ground with all his strength.

There are also people working in the nearby fields, and there are no less weeds than Ma Laosan's family.

However, there was a couple living next door, the man was lean and lean, and the woman was tall and thick. After cleaning the weeds for a few times, they gave up.

The man next door crossed his legs and lay on the grass: "Third brother, if you don't get a wife when you are too old, don't let me, the fifth uncle, rule out the wife."

Ma Laosan glanced at the stout woman and said disdainfully.

"Only you can talk about this kind of woman. She looks like a bear in the dark. I'm afraid of ghosts!"

After hearing this, the stout woman grabbed the lump and ran over, cursing that the third child deserved not to have a wife.

Ma Laosan's lazy donkey rolled out of the way, dragging his hoe backwards, like a defeated soldier fleeing back to the village.

Along the way, I met many villagers coming back from the fields. Seeing Ma Laosan's hurried look, they all laughed and joked.

In the poorest mountain village in Xiangxian County, joyous laughter echoed in the sky.

Ma Laosan trotted back home, sat down and panted for a long time, and opened the rice vat. It was so empty that a mouse would starve to death.

I scraped the pot, and there was still a layer of crust left that I hadn't brushed yesterday.

Add more water, pull out a few edible weeds, and cook them together with the crispy rice into a green paste.

“Something even dogs won’t eat!”

Ma Laosan pinched his nose and closed his eyes, pouring the milk into his stomach.

The green paste entered the intestines and stomach, as if he couldn't adapt to it, causing a twisting and spasming, and Ma Laosan was rolling on the ground in pain.

"Ho ho ho..."

When the pain passed, Ma Laosan gasped and crawled back into the house.

In the dilapidated thatched house, any light-penetrating place was blocked, even the windows were sealed with thick wooden boards, and the gaps that let the light through were filled with mud.

Once the door is closed, it's like falling into darkness.

Ma Laosan didn't take off his clothes all night, lying on the bed and sleeping.

I do not know how long it has been.

The sky is bright and dim outside.

I woke up from my sleep and opened the quilt embroidered with dog tail flowers.

"Come here, help the master get up."

As soon as Ma Laosan got up, two beautiful maids came into the room. One helped him get dressed, and the other wiped his face with warm water.

Pushing open the courtyard door, what you see are more than a dozen large blue brick houses in two rows on the left and right, all with blue bricks on the ground.

There is a wife in every room, some are small and exquisite, some are graceful, some are plump and graceful...

"Sir, your hoe."

Two maids carried a hoe with a silver pole and a gold head. It was eight feet long and weighed no less than a hundred kilograms.

Ma Laosan grabbed the gold and silver hoe, not feeling the weight at all. At this time, he was two feet tall, majestic, wearing a blue scholar's robe and a square scarf.

"Master, let's go!"

Ma San straightened his back and walked out of the ten-foot-long yard with a hoe on his shoulder.

When I went out, I saw a large wheat field, neatly tended.

Waving a hoe and fighting hard in the fields, loosening soil and weeding, Ma Laosan was full of endless energy and worked non-stop until noon.

Eight daughters-in-law came out of the house, each carrying prepared food.

Some make steamed buns, some make steamed buns, some boil noodles, some fry fried dough sticks...

Among them, Ma Laosan's favorite is Lao Liu, who knows books and is courteous, and behaves like a scholar.

Ma Laosan was enjoying the service of his eight wives while eating, feeling comfortable all over.

"Okay, go back, women can't be exposed. I have to work!"

The master of the house showed his aura, ordered the eight wives to leave, and began to work again in the afternoon.

The wheat field was as far as the eye could see. Ma Laosan had been busy all day, but he could only clean up one tenth or even one percent of it.

Night falls.

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When Ma Laosan returned home, his wives had prepared dinner and they had to wait until he came back to eat.

A dozen hot and cold dishes and a jar of rice wine made Ma Laosan interested in eating and drinking.

"It's time to go to Lao Liu's room today, so don't wait any longer!"

When the other wives heard Ma Laosan's order, they all looked disappointed and did not dare to refute the master's words, so they returned to the house to rest.

Lao Liu was shy and timid, so he pulled Ma Laosan into the house and was about to blow out the lamp and turn off the flames.

"The lights are on today!"

"Master - you are bad -"

"What's good and bad? I'm afraid of black bears!"

Ma Laosan worked hard several times and felt physically and mentally exhausted. He hugged Lao Liu and fell asleep sweetly.

When I woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Ma Laosan tried his best to close his eyes and didn't want to open them, but there was a knock on the door and a creaking and shaking sound on the fence.

"Who is so ignorant that he disturbs people's peace so early in the morning?"

After spending a long time with the sixth daughter-in-law, who knows how to teach and be polite, I also learned a few idioms.

I got up and opened the door. At the end of the courtyard covered with weeds, a young man holding an ox was tapping the wood door.

Ma Laosan was dazed and asked impatiently: "Who are you? What's the matter?"

"I am coming from Luojing to see my friends next week. I would like to ask, have you seen any foreigners come here recently?"

A flash of light flashed through Zhou Yi's eyes, and he found that Ma Laosan's body was surrounded by demonic aura, and the luck on his head was gray-white.

"Stranger?"

Ma Laosan was shocked when he heard this and looked at Zhouyi carefully.

The clothes on his body were made of an unknown material, but they seemed to be more exquisite than those of the town’s masters. The cow he was holding was so strong that a person could sleep on its back.

"I haven't seen it, but I can take you to see the village chief. He may know."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yi handed over his hand and thanked him.

When Ma Laosan opened the courtyard door, there was no need to lock it. The sum total of everything in the house was not worth the cost of locking it.

He led Zhou Yi towards the center of the village. It was almost noon and the village was quiet, with no farmers plowing the fields.

"What kind of cloth are your clothes?"

"This is silk."

"So this is silk. Can you let me touch it and get myself covered with it?"

"Can."

"What are you wearing on your finger? It's so pretty."

Ma Laosan was dawdling along the way, asking questions here and there, wishing he could touch Zhou Yi's clothes inside and out.

There is a low wall made of mud in the courtyard of the village chief's house. After being exposed to wind and sun, most of the mud bricks have melted, and the top of the wall rises and falls like a city wall.

The three thatched houses in the courtyard are slightly more luxurious than the single rooms of other villagers' houses.

Ma Laosan shouted through the wall: "Village chief, another stranger is here."

An old man walked out of the thatched house, with fluffy white hair and a big nose that almost covered his mouth.