In the early morning, several female relatives of Liu Laosi and Liu Laowu walked to the south field with straw hats, sickles and clay pots filled with water. They sighed along the way, their faces full of helplessness and resentment.
Because Liu Laosi used the excuse that several men were injured, he arranged for them to go to their own fields to harvest wheat first, saying that it had been raining for three days in a row and it was rare to clear up, so they must hurry up.
They also had to obey the orders. The days to come were still long. The few men were just injured, and there would always be time to recover from the injuries. If you want to survive in such a remote place, you can't live without men, so even if you feel 10,000 reluctances in your heart. , and you have to be obedient.
"Father, Qiu'er is pregnant. Please let her go too..." The fourth son was a little worried about his wife.
"It doesn't matter, just let your mother and others cut the wheat, and Qiu'er can help gather it." Liu Laosi stopped his son from continuing: "You can go back and lie down to recuperate. This year, we can only harvest early."
He was afraid that there would be constant rain in June this year, and it was rare that the weather would clear up today so that he could harvest some crops. He thought that if the harvesting was not finished by the middle of the month, he could hire someone to help finish the work.
After asking his son to go back to his room and lie down, he also lay down. The rural man had a strong skin, but his arm was beaten. He should be fine after lying down for a while, and there is no need to go to the county town to seek medical treatment.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. It would be great if there was a doctor in this poor village. It seemed that he had forgotten that there was once a doctor here.
As he thought about it, he seemed to smell something inexplicable, and it was quite fragrant. He thought maybe it was the fragrance of flowers coming from somewhere, and then he felt sleepy. He turned over and changed into a comfortable position and fell asleep.
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When Zhai Zhiming returned to the small courtyard in the north of the village, it was almost noon. Wei Feng was making a figurine and humming a ditty with an inexplicable melody, which seemed to have a lot of charm.
Seeing him come in, Wei Feng put down the clay figurine that he had almost kneaded. Its shape looked like a human but not human, and it also looked a little like a monkey.
Wei Feng walked towards the water tank in the yard and said to Zhai Zhiming: "I'm back. I'll boil some medicine for you later. It should be enough for you to drink it for three days." As he said that, he had already started to wash the mud off his hands. .
"Well, are you playing with mud? What are you pinching?" Zhai Zhiming was more interested in this clay doll.
"Sun Xingzhe, this is art, even if you say it, you don't understand it." Wei Feng then replied.
"Art? Do you mean the six arts and the number of arts?" Zhai Zhiming thought this word was quite new.
"The pattern must be opened up. Don't let the six arts limit your thinking. All kinds of arts can be used as arts." Wei Feng responded naturally.
He took the herbs collected by Zhai Zhiming and washed them, preparing to prepare medicine for Zhai Zhiming.
"Everything can be an art..." Zhai Zhiming murmured Wei Feng's last words, feeling that this young man's speaking style was somewhat similar to that of the doctors in the academy.
Wei Feng fried the herbs, glanced at the blazing sun, and said to Zhai Zhiming: "It's almost noon, it's time to cook. How do you practitioners eat?"
Zhai Zhiming thought about it. He brought the Bigu Pill with him, so he didn't need to eat. Moreover, Wei Feng might not have a good life living alone. For him, it was a meal, but for Wei Feng, it might be a matter of livelihood. So he refused.
But Wei Feng thought to himself: "You are injured and you need to eat more meat. If you don't tell me, I will cook you the meals of ordinary men in the village. If you are not full, you can make up for it at night."
After that, I started kneading the noodles, thinking that I still had enough dried meat at home to last for two days, and when I finished eating, I would go up the mountain to catch some rabbits.
Zhai Zhiming opened his mouth, but after all he did not refuse anymore. He thought that when he left, he would leave some money for the young man.
In less than half an hour, two bowls of hot rabbit noodles were served to Wei Feng. During this period, Zhai Zhiming was observing his every move and found that this young man had indeed been living alone for a long time and did not need help from others for various matters. Competent and effortless.
Rabbit meat noodles taste great. It's not that Wei Feng prefers rabbit meat. Among the animals that go up the mountain the most, rabbit meat is the most delicious. Mountain rats can't eat it. The meat of predators is not delicious, no matter how big it is. The deer I ordered were hard to catch and endless to eat, so it was wasted.
Just when the two of them had eaten and drank, there seemed to be some noise outside. Zhai Zhiming's hearing was much better than that of Wei Feng, and he could tell that it was the villagers shouting to put out the fire.
He immediately stood up and told Wei Feng what he heard, preparing for the two of them to go out and take a look together. However, Wei Feng calmly collected the dishes and refused because he wanted to look at the medicine jar.
Zhai Zhiming glanced at Wei Feng with an inexplicable expression, and then ran out of the hospital with a strange expression.
Both the shouts and the fire came from the south of the village. He immediately jumped onto the roof, jumping from house to house more than ten meters away, and quickly ran to the south. At the same time, he was still thinking about Wei Feng's calmness when he heard about the fire. His expression seemed to be a little too calm.
When people in the village talk about fighting fires, aren’t they all very active? After all, everyone is afraid that fire will burn their home.
When Zhai Zhiming rushed to the south of the village, he had already seen many villagers carrying wooden basins and barrels, pouring water on the burning houses in groups. The fire seemed to have just started, and only two or three houses had been burned. Abandon.
At this time, it seemed that God was taking advantage of it. It rained for no reason on the originally sunny sky. The nearby villagers breathed a sigh of relief, and finally felt less anxious in their hearts.
It had rained constantly in the past few days, and everything was already damp. Now that it rains again, I think the fire will not spread again.
The facts were not beyond their expectations. The dual effects of manual fire fighting and rain gradually brought the fire under control, and the last trace of flame was extinguished unwillingly under the wash of rain.
Zhai Zhiming did not participate in putting out the fire. Although he was a practitioner, he could not play a big role in this situation, so he did not rush to aggravate his injuries.
It was just the chatter of some nearby villagers that attracted his attention.
"The old Liu family has really done a good job in the past few years. They have encountered all sorts of bad things. Why did such a good person get into a fire? Could it be that his mother-in-law was cooking..."
"Impossible, his wife went to work in the fields in the morning. I think she brought a sickle and probably went to cut wheat..."
"It's only the beginning of June, what kind of wheat are you harvesting..."
He planned to go over and ask if the person who was on fire was the Liu family who had come to cause trouble in the morning. He moved slightly, but suddenly he noticed that there seemed to be something reflecting light next to the burning house.
He let out a sigh, walked to the reflective object and picked it up. The inexplicable shape reminded him of an anecdote his instructor had told him. His thoughts were racing in his mind, and he suddenly understood that the fire was probably not an accident.
As he was thinking about it, Wei Feng's image of him calmly clearing away the dishes flashed across his mind. With an idea, he walked towards the villagers, intending to ask some questions.
Zhai Zhiming: "Excuse me, could I ask you, did Wei Feng grow up in this village?"
"Who are you?" The villagers were a little wary.
"I was passing by here and stayed at his house."
"Well... why don't you stay at someone else's house? Wei Feng... that boy seems to be a bit evil."
"Oh? How do you say this?"
"You may not know this because you're from outside. This kid is very weird. He always likes to say some weird things that we don't understand. In addition, everyone who has anything to do with him will have bad luck..."
"Do you know what crazy things he said?"
"Then I don't remember the difference between lightning first and then thunder, or the fact that the little arms are the same length as the feet. In short, they are all weird words and crazy words..."
"And one more thing……"
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Wei Feng filtered out the medicinal residue in the medicine jar. He did not use the herbs picked by Zhai Zhiming at all, but his own stock. Not all freshly picked herbs can be used directly. Most still require processing.
He calculated the time and poured out the medicinal soup. When Zhai Zhiming came back, it was almost ready to drink.
After putting everything away, he started playing with mud again. He had to start from the beginning to knead the Monkey King that he had not finished in the morning.
The chirping of the cicadas rose and fell three times, and the breeze swirled for five rounds. Zhai Zhiming finally came back, holding something in his uninjured hand.
Wei Feng looked at his inexplicable expression on his face and the way he hesitated to speak, and chuckled: "If you have anything to say later, drink the medicine first. The medicine is bitter, and it will be even harder to drink when it is cold."
Zhai Zhiming put down the pot-like object he was carrying and reached out to touch the warm pottery bowl. He looked at Wei Feng with a complicated expression and finally picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
