The sun outside the house is gradually setting in the west, and the slanted golden-purple light shines into the room through the small window, giving the room a warm light.
The old man with hair as messy as a bird's nest sat against the stove, head to head with the little baby in the stove, whispering to a yellowed ancient book, sometimes accompanied by a few weird laughs.
The laughter is weird and unpleasant, but it doesn't make people feel obtrusive and disgusting in this situation.
The figures of an old man and a young man leaning together are warm and harmonious.
It wasn't until the smell of rice wafted from the next door and the sound of an old woman shouting for rice at the top of her lungs that the room became quiet again.
It's night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
There are buzzing sounds of insects outside the house. As the night gets darker, the boredom during the day diminishes a lot and people fall into a peaceful sleep.
Tianbao didn't feel sleepy and entered the space again.
There are no changes in the space. The ancient pear tree is still full of fruits and stands silently at the entrance of the space.
Under the trees, the stream meanders down into the distance.
In the fields across the creek, various green plants flourish and extend to the foot of the mountain in the distance.
Tianbao walked to the field and tapped various familiar plants with his little hands, "Ginseng, snow lotus, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum, Rehmannia glutinosa..."
My little face wrinkled as I thought about it.
A place of rubbish.
There's nothing she likes.
She likes snakes and vines, aconite, twitching machines, and datura... Poisonous things are fun!
"Oh." The little kid squatted on the edge of the field, pulling and pulling at the rare medicinal materials as waste.
There were so many things growing in the space, but what she wanted wasn't growing.
As soon as this thought stopped, the little kid's eyes moved, he slowly lowered his head, and then his pupils dilated in surprise.
Suddenly there was a pile of green rattan grass at her feet.
The appearance was almost the same as what she had seen in Grandpa Po's ancient books.
It just so happened that they were the plants that had flashed in her mind just now.
Tian Bao blinked her dark almond-shaped eyes and opened her small mouth, "Golden leaf chrysanthemum."
A small eight-petal light yellow chrysanthemum appeared at the top of the pile of plants, with some wet dew still on its branches and leaves.
"Yam eggs!"
The yam appears covered in mud.
"egg!"
One of the eggs in the nest failed to stand firmly on the pile of herbs. It rolled to the side of the stream, hit a small stone on the side of the stream, broke with a pop, and the yellow yolk flowed out.
Tianbao suddenly realized that space can be used in this way.
In order to find food for the family, she had to climb a mountain. She was really stupid.
Putting the yam eggs and eggs in the kitchen, Tianbao closed his eyes and went to sleep with a stinky face.
As he was about to fall asleep, he faintly smelled a faint fishy-sweet smell floating in the air. A lot of energy was spent developing the space, and Xiao Tianbao fell asleep without having time to think about it.
Next door, Du Buguo broke the window and returned to the room. He clutched the wound on his left abdomen and gasped in pain. He grimaced and gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fuck grandma, that bastard Bai Xiaofeng is so insidious! He's actually in the room." Install a trap!"
As soon as the scolding ended, the door was pushed open. Duandao stood at the door holding an oil lamp. His tall figure almost filled the small door frame, "You know he is difficult to deal with, why did you provoke him?"
"You're here just in time, help me bandage it." Du Buguo waved and exposed the wound carelessly. Under the dim light, the skin and flesh of the wound were everted and hideous. The blood stains around it had been semi-solidified and shone with gray, black and purple. luster.
Broken Blade's eyelids shrank, "Poisonous."
"I know it's poisonous and I've already applied the medicine. Please bandage it for me quickly. What nonsense are you talking about!"
The two had been together for many years and had a perfect tacit understanding. Duandao didn't say anything anymore. He took the unfinished wine and disinfected, cleaned and bandaged the old man's wounds.
"What kind of poison?" After doing this, he said in a deep voice.
"Five Poisons Heavenly Water."
"Can you solve it?"
"Yes." Du Buguao lay on the bed with his limbs spread out, Jie Jie smiled, "There are not enough medicinal materials."
"as a result of."
"After I was injured, I immediately wiped it off and it was able to suppress the poison for an hour. After an hour, there was no solution, and my whole body was festered and I died."
Under the light, Duandao's already cold facial features became even colder, and his eyes were so dark that he couldn't even see the light. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll find whatever medicinal materials you need."
"You're looking for nothing. If you can find me, I would have gone to find him. There is no one in Fengyun City. Bai Xiaofeng is really powerful. He can get such a rare poison. Do you think that Goubi knew that I would go to steal things from him?" Did you get this medicine specifically to deal with me?"
After saying that, he waved his hand again and did not need Broken Blade to answer.
Regardless of whether it was directed at him or not, this time he capsized in the gutter.
"If the Poison King Valley is still here, I need to suffer this kind of indignity, so I can immediately prepare Six Poison Heavenly Waters to retaliate against that bastard!" As he said that, he took out an object from his arms and waved it in front of Duandao's eyes like a show off, and gradually became confused. Qing's face was filled with a smile, and it looked very weird when he pulled his stiff face, "I'm not completely at a loss, look, Seven-Star Begonia! I got it. If I can't make it to the morning, help me get this thing For my little sweet baby, I went through ancient books with her that day. I saw that she liked this thing very much, and her eyes lit up when she looked at the pictures..."
The old man's voice gradually became lower and he began to snore.
Duandao stood by the bed for a while, then reached out and took the Seven Star Begonia that the old man was still holding in his hand.
A cluster of seven-color double-petaled flowers is extremely well preserved. The flowers are so brightly red that they seem to still be growing on the branches.
After being stunned for a moment, he checked the old man's injuries and physical condition.
The condition was not good. Around the bandaged wound, the purple-black color had begun to spread outwards, and little black spots appeared.
If the poison cannot be detoxified, those black spots will soon fester and make holes in the old man's skin.
Broken Dao's eyes were filled with tears. After a long time, he walked out of the house and went to the Su family's vegetable garden to get a hoe. He then returned to the thatched house next door and dug a hole with the hoe not far from the wall.
The digging was not too noisy, but in the quiet dawn, the sound of the hoe colliding with the gravel on the ground was still a bit disturbing.
Especially the Su family, who lived close by, were disturbed by the incessant clanging sound.
"Lord Broken Blade, what are you doing?" Su Da was the first to hear the sound and ran out, rubbing his eyes and yawning through the low thorn wall.
Broken Blade said as dull as ever, "Nothing."
"Do you need help?"
"Need not."
"Then I'll go back to sleep?"
"Um."
Su Da wiped away the tears trapped in the corners of his eyes and returned to the house in confusion.
After him, Du Buguo struggled out of the house.
With the last of his strength, he climbed onto the roof and sat on the dew-wet thatch, preparing to welcome the last sunrise in his life.
But the sound from behind the house was really harsh. He glanced down and asked feebly, "What are you doing?"
Broken Dao didn't raise his head, and continued to swing the hoe, with a faint voice, "Dig a hole to make a grave for you."
Du Buguo almost couldn't breathe, his eyes bulged, "You say it again?"
The man then raised his head and stared at the old man above him, "Your face is almost rotten."
"..."
I'll fuck your grandpa.
