Chapter 5: Douluo Starter Village
Ling Mo’s sudden appearance was undoubtedly a huge blow to Tang San. His biggest secret had already been known by Ling Mo, yet he couldn’t do anything to him.
Speaking of… an enemy who knows you better than you do yourself, what do you have to deal with him?
But from Ling Mo’s meaning, they weren’t enemies! Since they weren’t enemies, then they were friends, right?
Doesn’t that indirectly admit that he is also a Tang Sect disciple?
Tang San really wanted to ask this question, but Ling Mo didn’t mention it at all. No matter how he asked, he wouldn’t say, so he had to give up.
Through this contact, he roughly understood that the kid in front of him who was only six years old was definitely not a real kid. Maybe just like him, he was also a transmigrator.
Because his disposition and behavior were too mature, completely not what a six-year-old child should have.
“Then you should at least tell me your name, right?”
Tang San said helplessly. The guy in front of him was really difficult to deal with.
“I’m Ling Mo, from Rice Fragrance Village next door! Since we didn’t decide a winner earlier, the bet is void. You can call me Ling Mo or Xiao Mo! I’ll call you Xiao San…”
“Uh…”
So familiar already? But why does the name Xiao San sound so harsh?
Finally, you became someone’s Xiao San!
After chatting with Tang San for a long time, Tang San suddenly remembered a very important matter and immediately became anxious.
“Oh no! There’s still porridge cooking at home…”
When going up the mountain, Tang San habitually cooked the porridge so he could drink it after cultivation when he returned. Because of Ling Mo’s appearance, he stayed on the mountain for so long. Would the porridge be burnt now?
Thinking of this, Tang San couldn’t sit still. “I’m going back. Let’s chat another day…”
“Hey, don’t rush!”
Ling Mo was still hungry. He had just found a good meal ticket, how could he let it go.
“Do you have anything else?”
Tang San was about to leave but was pulled by Ling Mo, and he couldn’t help but ask puzzledly.
“Cough cough… Don’t you want to invite your good friend to your house to play?”
In order to mooch food and drink, Ling Mo didn’t even want face. Since Tang San didn’t open his mouth, he had to do it himself.
“Uh… My home is very simple, and there’s not much to eat. This isn’t good!”
Thinking of that house with nothing but four bare walls, Tang San felt a bit embarrassed. How could he invite a friend…
“It’s fine. No matter how poor you are, you can’t be poorer than me! You don’t know, in our village, I live in a tree. I don’t even have a proper house…”
Mentioning this, Ling Mo felt extremely embarrassed. Speaking of poverty, Ling Mo was definitely poorer than Tang San. At least he had a blacksmith drunkard at home.
His home didn’t even have a single person. He survived to six years old only by the villagers’ aid and Ling Mo’s swindling and deception. It was extremely tough.
Having grown this big, Ling Mo still didn’t know what money in this world looked like…
“It’s okay! But let me tell you first, my dad has a bad temperament. Don’t talk nonsense later…”
Thinking of the drunkard dad at home, Tang San was very worried, afraid that Ling Mo would enrage Tang Hao, which would be bad then.
“Aiya! Stop dawdling, don’t worry, let’s go quickly. Lead the way ahead. I’m about to starve and faint…”
He only ate two grilled fish in the morning and hadn’t drunk a drop of water. Ling Mo was already hungry with his chest sticking to his back. He originally wanted to trick the kid into stealing a chicken, but not only did he fail to steal the chicken, he almost got himself in trouble.
Good thing he ran fast, but that guy definitely wouldn’t let it go easily. He pits people every day.
Seeing Ling Mo so determined, Tang San didn’t have the nerve to refuse and directly led the way ahead.
Ever since learning that Ling Mo mastered Tang Sect Secret Arts, Tang San had already relaxed his guard against him, feeling a strange closeness.
Maybe because they were the same kind of people, it produced a psychological resonance.
Following Tang San to Holy Soul Village, Ling Mo finally saw with his own eyes the legendary Douluo newbie village.
Holy Soul Village could almost be called the transit station for transmigrators. Almost every particularly awesome transmigrator came out from Holy Soul Village.
Either Tang San’s little brother, big brother, or neighbor, forcibly latching onto the relationship in various ways.
Who knows what evil Tang Hao did back then. Clearly he only had one son, yet suddenly so many came to call him dad!
Maybe he himself was a bit confused. Laozi clearly only has one son, why are you all calling randomly…
“Tsk tsk, so the legendary Douluo newbie village looks like this…”
Although next door, Ling Mo had never been to Holy Soul Village. This was his first time coming to Holy Soul Village.
At a glance, it wasn’t as nice as Rice Fragrance Village. Unlike Rice Fragrance Village, Holy Soul Village was full of Blue Silver Grass everywhere, growing all over.
No wonder Tang Hao chose to settle here. It turns out it’s because there’s a lot of Blue Silver Grass!
“Is this your home?”
The small rundown house by the big tree didn’t look much better than Ling Mo’s small tree house, just a bit bigger.
“Yes! This is my home. It might be a bit rundown, but it’s barely livable…”
Tang San also felt a bit embarrassed. There was no way around it. Even if he wanted to renovate, he didn’t have the money.
“It’s okay! Much better than my small tree house…”
Following Tang San into his home, the somewhat dark room inside caught Ling Mo’s attention. If he wasn’t wrong, the one sleeping inside should be Tang Hao, right?
“As expected of a drunkard! Hasn’t woken up at this hour…”
Ling Mo didn’t want to provoke that drunkard. That guy even dared to hit the Pope. Whoever provokes him is an idiot…
“You sit here first. I’ll go check on the porridge…”
Saying that, Tang San went to check on the porridge he cooked. It had been cooking for so long, it should be mushy by now, right?
With nothing to do, Ling Mo followed. He found that although this guy was capable, his cooking was really not complimentary.
“Damn, what did you cook? Porridge paste?”
There was nothing in that porridge, not even rice, all water. Ling Mo felt embarrassed just looking at it.
“Alright, alright! Get out of the way. Watch mine…”
Tang San’s home wasn’t reliable either, too poor! Cooking porridge without even rice…
Moreover, his cooking skills were really not complimentary. In order to fill his stomach, Ling Mo decided to go all out.
“What are you doing?”
Tang San was puzzled. Ling Mo was bustling around like he wasn’t an outsider, but rather like the owner.
“Cooking porridge. You go outside and pick some mushrooms! It just rained yesterday, there should be many in the small forest…”
Sending Tang San out to pick mushrooms, Ling Mo started moving and directly wandered into Holy Soul Village.
In no time, he actually carried a bag of rice back, leaving Tang San dumbfounded. What does this guy do? Where did the rice come from?
When it comes to swindling and deception, Ling Mo was absolutely an expert. To get a bag of rice, he just needed to use his brain.
Just didn’t know if that kid’s dad would beat him to death when he got home. That wasn’t Ling Mo’s business. Fill the stomach first.
“Today, I’ll let you know what real porridge cooking is… People say rely on mountains for mountain food, rely on water for water food. You have to know how to utilize resources reasonably. With such good resources on the back mountain, why haven’t you thought of using them well? Eating this thin porridge every day, look at you, skinny as a rail…”
When it comes to cultivation, Tang San was absolutely genius level, but in life skills, he was quite lacking! Restricted by existing resources, not knowing how to utilize resources from other places.
This was probably because he stayed in Tang Sect for many years, with no opportunity to go out, so he didn’t understand these things.
After washing the rice and putting it in the pot, Ling Mo went out again. Tang San became even more confused about what he wanted to do.
Not even ten minutes later, he carried a wild boar back.
“Quick quick quick, get a knife. Laozi is going to slaughter today…”
Tang San was completely dumbfounded! Was this guy a god? Why did he feel like these years were lived in vain? Every day it was thin porridge or thin porridge. With this guy here, it was either pork or rice.
No wonder, Tang San was an honest person. How could he do swindling and deception things.
“Today, let you taste my skills. I’ll make you mushroom stewed meat porridge…”
