When he woke up again, the first thing he felt was the strong smell of herbs that hit Fu Yunge's senses.
He opened his eyes hazily, and then he was surprised to find that he was lying in a simple hut.
There was an earthen kang under him, and there was no fire. The cool yin energy of the loess penetrated into his skin, making him feel very comfortable. Not far away is a small stove, with a casserole stewed with herbs on it, and the medicinal soup inside is steaming.
The room was extremely quiet, and the morning sky outside slanted in through the wooden windows and sprinkled on the ground.
Fu Yunge felt hot. Since it was morning outside, he had probably been in a coma for a day.
Just when he was thinking this, the old man's singing suddenly sounded outside the house.
"The sky is like a round cover, and the earth is like a chess game. People in the world are divided into black and white, competing for honor and disgrace."
"Those who are honored will live in peace, while those who are humiliated will live in poverty. The woodcutter lives in the mountains and fields, sleeping high and lying down is not enough."
Then there was the sound of approaching steps. The old man who sang first put a basket of something outside the door, then opened the door and walked in.
Listening to the scream of the door hinge, Fu Yunge guessed that this old man was the benefactor who saved him yesterday. It seemed that he had returned from work cutting firewood, but his songs didn't sound as lively as those of ordinary farmers.
Just as he was thinking about it, the old man had already pushed open the firewood door of the inner room and came to Fu Yunge.
The old man looked to be in his sixties, and his hair was gray. With a kind and harmonious face, even the eyes are as clear as water and have the taste of a mountain village.
Fu Yunge was stunned for a moment. It seemed that this old man was no different from an ordinary farmer's old man.
"You're awake." The old man glanced at Fu Yunge and nodded happily.
"Thank you for saving my life, old man."
Fu Yunge hurriedly dragged his sick body to get up to express his gratitude, but his chest was still so tight that he had to half lean on the pillow to talk.
The old man smiled slightly and turned to look at the medicinal soup on the stove.
Fu Yunge asked again: "I wonder what I call the old man...?"
The old man turned his face sideways, frowning and thinking.
After thinking for a while, the old man shook his head in a daze: "My name is the old man."
"This..." Fu Yunge was stunned. "Old man" is by no means an honorific. It is really wrong to call an old man that way. It seems that it is better to call him old man. He thought quietly in his heart.
The old man pondered for a while, but did not speak any more.
The herbs had been boiled, and he brought the casserole down. The medicinal soup inside had a bitter smell.
"It will take at least three days to recover from your illness. But it will take seven or eight days to recover as before." The old man muttered with his head lowered as he went to get a bowl from the cupboard.
Fu Yunge was a little surprised, and he felt that this old man seemed to be no ordinary person. His own body knows very well that the so-called "restoration as before" naturally refers to the complete recovery of the Dantian Qi Sea, and this time is indeed about seven or eight days. If he didn't have superb eyesight, how could an old farmer hit the mark?
The old man ignored his surprise and poured the medicine into the bowl as if nothing had happened. After the medicine had cooled down for a while, he carried it to Fu Yunge's bed and asked him to take it.
"This medicine will help you recover from your injuries." The old man said calmly from the side.
After taking the medicine, Fu Yunge soon felt that the damage in his body began to gradually heal, and the pain was obviously relieved. He was even more grateful to the old man. If he hadn't met this mysterious old man, he might have died on the side of the mountain road.
Breakfast is very simple, two corn buns and a plate of pickles. Fu Yunge hadn't eaten for a long time and was already hungry. He quickly devoured his meal and cleared the plate like a whirlwind.
The old man went out soon and told him to continue resting on the kang before leaving. Fu Yunge was lying alone on the bed, his mind gradually becoming confused again.
He is safe now, but Dongfang Shiming and everyone else have no idea whether they are safe or not.
He was now alone, lying in bed unable to do anything. A feeling of powerlessness and frustration came over him, lingering in his mind.
After worrying for a long time and having nothing to do, Fu Yunge had no choice but to lie on the bed, close his eyes and rest, and soon fell asleep again. The mountains are extremely quiet and the green environment is very beneficial to the recovery of injuries. The recuperative effect is very good.
In this way, Fu Yunge passed the day in a daze, alternating between sleeping and eating.
The next morning, Fu Yunge gradually came to life amidst the chirping of birds. The old man's herbs have been boiled and placed by his bedside, but there is no sign of the old man. He must have gone out to chop wood.
After drinking the herbal medicine, Fu Yunge obviously felt that his body had recovered a lot. His dizziness and fatigue had disappeared, and he could already get on the bed. After carefully feeling the condition of his body, he turned over tremblingly and walked out the door.
Pushing open the small wood door, there is a small open space surrounded by a small fence, which can be regarded as a yard for the time being. There are some vegetables grown in the yard and a small flower bed, which looks like a wild mountain home.
There were two small steps built with bluestones in front of the door, and Fu Yunge sat on the steps in front of the door. The breeze was blowing, cool, and also filled with the freshness of mountain spring water.
Only then did Fu Yunge feel extremely comfortable physically and mentally. After the pain of the previous two days, he now felt as if he was reborn.
The sky is still such a distant dark green, blending perfectly with the green mountains in the distance. Partridges were flying among the clouds, calling from time to time, and everything was in a leisurely and distant style.
The Fuyun singer held her chin, immersed in everything in front of her, and was in a daze.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
Fu Yunge thought that the old man was back. Just as he was about to get up, he heard someone from outside shouting: "Old Qiao, are you here, Mr. Qiao?"
Woodcutter? As soon as Fu Yunge thought about it, his eyes immediately caught sight of the piles of firewood piled beside the door, and he guessed that the person who came was looking for the old man. But this was the first time he heard the name "Qiao Lao".
While thinking about it, Fu Yunge got up and went to see who was coming. Walking to the door, Fu Yunge suddenly discovered that there was no gate at all. It was just a short fence that opened a gap the size of a courtyard gate, which had no protective effect at all.
Standing outside is a real farmer. He wore a bamboo hat on his head and opened his chest even though the weather was not yet hot. He put a sweat towel around his neck and had a simple and kind smile on his face.
This was not beyond Fu Yunge's expectation. He smiled at the man and said, "Sorry, the old man is not here right now."
"Isn't he here?" The farmer tilted his neck back, but continued, "Then I'll wait for him, he'll be back soon."
Although Fu Yunge was not sure about the relationship between this person and the old man, there should be no problem. The farmer didn't see anyone outside, so he walked inside with his legs up. When he reached a cleaner open space, he sat down.
"By the way, I saw you for the first time at the woodcutter's house." The farmer took the initiative to talk to Fu Yunge.
Fu Yunge thought that it would be troublesome to explain this question, so he didn't answer him. On the contrary, he still knew nothing about the old man, so he wanted to know more about him.
So he turned to ask: "Excuse me, has the old man always lived here?"
"What are you asking for, old man or something? It's really unreal." The farmer squinted at him mockingly. But he quickly restrained himself and started talking to Fu Yunge:
"We all call him the Woodcutter here. I wasn't even born when he was here. The Woodcutter goes up and down the mountain several times a day, chopping firewood and farming, just like us farmers. But he has skills... …”
At this point, the farmer paused and then said, "He knows how to see a doctor and has some skills."
