Sonya is sensitive and suspicious, especially likes to pay attention to Ling Xuanluo's expression, and loves to think about his mind self-righteously, so that misunderstandings arise from time to time, which makes Ling Xuanluo troubled. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, after getting along for a while, she seemed to be less rude than when she first met, and began to patiently and carefully explain to him the types of crops in the terraces and their functions.

"You Central Plains people love to use rice and rice as staple food, and we Yunnan people are no different. The form is similar, but in terms of content, we are more than you. ”

Ling Xuan Luo Qi said: "Oh, do you mean the type of rice?

Sanya replied, "Red rice." ”

"Red rice?" Ling Xuanluo became interested in the word "red", "So, red rice beige is red, not our usual snow white?"

Sang Ya said: "Rice boiled rice, red rice boiled porridge, boiled porridge is not only fragrant, but also nutritious, is a must-have staple food for every household here." ”

"Oh," Ling Xuanluo said he understood, but he had another thought in his heart: "Speaking of which, she is just introducing Yunnan's specialties, which is really plain, but why did she warn me so solemnly?"

was wondering, so she continued, "But this red rice has a special use for the Bearded God Clan. ”

This is probably to the point! Ling Xuanluo came to his senses and hurriedly asked, "What kind of use is it?"

Sanya only said two words: "Ghost hunting." ”

"What?"

Ling Xuanluo didn't control it well, he screamed loudly, and almost had an upside-down onion in mid-air.

He couldn't believe this statement anyway. The old patriarch of the Bearded God Clan, Dawa Yangji, did not hesitate to sacrifice his life to save the ghosts, not to mention that he was reduced from a god to a ghost, and even his soul was almost scattered, how could he plant a weapon to destroy ghosts in his own Gu realm?"

Sonya smiled mysteriously and added, "What kind of ghost you kill with red rice depends on the person who kills the ghost. There are orthodox and heterogeneous ghosts now, and not all of them are worth protecting. I've said what I need to say, and I'll find out the rest one day, so you don't need to ask. ”

Ling Xuanluo was full of questions and wanted to get to the bottom of it, but she was gagged from the beginning, and her attitude was simply the same, so she could only pat her head in distress and keep the doubts in her heart.

After reading the terraces, Sangya quickly moved on to the next topic: "Half an hour has passed since sunrise, and now we have to rush to the tea plantation!"

"Camellia Valley, Tea Garden, this is really the world of tea!" he was still muttering, and the strange clouds had been urged by Sangya to move forward quickly.

So, he had to leave the terraced fields with her, and floated to the sky above a patchwork of tea fields full of spring.

At your feet is the tea plantation, and unlike the deserted terraced rice fields, as soon as you get closer, you will be greeted by a hot and spicy atmosphere.

Just after the Qingming Festival, it was the spring tea picking season, and the tea farmers were happily pouring from all over the silkworm realm early in the morning.

There were men and women, most of them young men in their twenties and thirties, each carrying a basket on his back, talking and laughing, but he only sat outside the fenced garden, and was not in a hurry to go in and pick.

Sangya clouds stepped steadily, and when they saw those tea farmers, their camellia-like faces were full of smiles, and they put their hands together to their small mouths, and did not greet them first, but sang loudly: "The mountain is full of camellias, and the tea plantations under the mountain are connected into a depression." Camellia and tea trees have tea, why not become a family?"

The song reverberated over the tea plantations, and the tea farmers stopped chatting and looked at them in surprise.

Ling Xuanluo carefully observed the expressions of these people and found that everyone who looked at her had a look of pity in their eyes.

As soon as her singing voice fell, a man in his thirties broke out of the crowd and smiled at her: "Little Sanya, you really mean what you say, take advantage of this last day to come and see us! But since you naughty girl wants to use this pair of songs to make things difficult for us as soon as you come up, let Brother Chai Rong come and meet you for a while!"

(To be continued.) )