The sunset shines.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on Crescent Peak, coating this small village with a layer of golden color.
Chu Zhaozhao, Sanniang and others were chatting and laughing as they walked into the village gate, where there was already smoke from the cooking pots.
"I'm leaving first. Tomorrow my man will go down the mountain to collect goods. He will be here all day. I have to go back and prepare dry food for him tomorrow."
A woman said this, waved her hands towards everyone, and left with a smile.
Everyone said goodbye to him, with smiles on most of their faces.
Chu Zhaozhao, who was surrounding him, was suddenly startled at this moment, with a strange expression on his face.
Soon everyone said goodbye and left.
"It's time for me to go home." Sanniang looked at Chu Zhaozhao and said with a smile.
But she saw that Chu Zhaozhao looked sick and stared at her, as if he was hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?" Sanniang stopped when she saw this and looked at Chu Zhaozhao.
Chu Zhaozhao's cheeks were a little red. He hesitated for a while and then said: "Sister, can you pick some of those delicious yellow fruits for me?"
Sanniang smiled when she heard this: "That's it? What are you embarrassed about? Do you want to take it back and give it to your man to try?"
Chu Zhaozhao's face turned redder and he whispered: "Tomorrow, Qingxiao seems to have to follow the Goshawk Army to the foot of the mountain..."
Sanniang, who was about to bow down to pick fruits for Chu Zhaozhao, was stunned.
"Are you going to give him this?"
"But I...I don't know how to cook..." Chu Zhaozhao was a little embarrassed. She only remembered this after hearing what the leaving woman said.
Sanniang was stunned, and suddenly asked: "You have lived in the village for three or four days. How have you eaten these days?"
"Just some steamed buns, pickles and the like, given by the old lady next door, and Xiao Xu'er..." Chu Zhaozhao seemed to feel that something was wrong, and his voice could not help but become much softer.
"How can that be done? Didn't your man say he has some stubborn illness? If you just feed him these things, how can he withstand it?"
"Besides, you give him some fruit now. When we arrive at the foot of the mountain tomorrow, the other men will be served with dry food and meat pies carefully prepared by your wife. He will just take out a few fruit buns. Aren't you afraid that he will be laughed at?" Sanniang looked serious. got up.
"No...that's not the case, right?" Chu Zhaozhao responded in a low voice, his voice obviously a little unconfident.
"Qing Xiao is not the kind of person who likes comparison."
"Silly girl." Sanniang glared at her angrily after hearing this: "He doesn't like comparisons and doesn't care about meager meals. That's his fault."
"But you can't accept all his good things with peace of mind."
"He treats you well, why don't you treat him well too?"
"How can you bear to let others see his joke?"
Sanniang's words made Chu Zhaozhao's heart tremble.
"Besides, it's not like you didn't see the girls surrounding him that day. Aren't you afraid that those girls would snatch him away?" Sanniang said again.
When Chu Zhaozhao heard this and thought of the scene that day, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She shook her head repeatedly, but at the end she frowned again and muttered in distress: "But...but is it too late for me to learn to cook now?" …”
Sanniang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Well, I still have some meat biscuits and food at home. You can take care of it first. From now on, after you finish your work every day, I will teach you slowly."
Chu Zhaozhao was overjoyed when he heard this, took Sanniang's hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you, sister."
…
Chu Zhaozhao ran quickly in the village with meat pie in his arms.
She came back a little late, and she was delayed for some time when she went to Sanniang's house. She wanted to go home quickly and not keep Chu Qingxiao waiting too long, so she trotted all the way.
After crossing the street, her steps suddenly stopped and she looked forward.
I saw a young boy squatting under a big tree, holding a doll in one hand and the broken arm of the doll in the other hand, carefully and seriously joining together. Beside him were four or five five or six-year-olds. The children gathered around, their eyes widened, staring nervously and seriously at the doll in his hand.
Chu Zhaozhao stopped and looked at the young man who was concentrating. The setting sun reflected on his side face, which was clean and pure, as if it was glowing.
She looked a little dazed, and the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously. She did not disturb him, but just stood aside and waited quietly.
Finally, Chu Qingxiao rejoined the broken arm of the puppet. He took some sawdust and stuffed it into the joint between the two, tamped it down, and then the arm was fixed.
He held the puppet and shook it. His arm shook but did not fall off.
"Brother is so awesome!" The children around him immediately cheered when they saw this, jumping around Chu Qingxiao and dancing with excitement.
"Be careful, don't break it again and hide under the tree and cry." Chu Qingxiao handed the doll to one of the boys, and reached out to wipe away the tears that had not been wiped off the other boy's face.
The boy's eyes were still a little red and swollen. He carefully took the doll and said to Chu Qingxiao in a sweet voice, "Thank you, brother."
Chu Qingxiao smiled, stood up, and looked up to see Chu Zhaozhao standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately stepped forward.
"How long have you been waiting?" Chu Qingxiao asked.
Chu Zhaozhao shook his head, with a bright smile on his face: "For a little while."
Then she blinked again, glanced at the group of children happily playing with their dolls, and said, "It shouldn't take you long to wait for me to come."
Chu Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
At that time, the two of them turned around in perfect agreement and walked towards home.
…
"There is something wrong with that Ghost Crow Village." On the way home, Chu Qingxiao told Chu Zhaozhao what he had seen today.
"Well, I also heard Sister Sanniang say that Ghost Crow Village is on top of other mountain villages in Taixuan Mountain. It can be said that life in these mountain villages is very difficult."
"Brother Pang Pang and Brother Guan want to go to the Death Arena to help share the pressure of the village. They specially invited me to go today, hoping that I would pass on the secrets of the Shura world to them."
"Have you taught me?" Chu Zhaozhao asked, turning his head.
"Taught it, but I don't know how I learned it myself. I can only explain the general process of understanding it. I'm not sure whether it's useful or not." Chu Qingxiao shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.
"You don't have any secrets." Chu Zhaozhao rolled his eyes at him.
This guy is indeed different from ordinary people. Even if ordinary people know a little boxing and swordsmanship, they will keep it carefully and are unwilling to teach others at will.
Even among masters and disciples, there has always been a saying that the disciples would starve their masters to death.
But such a magical method in the Shura world can be taught to people who have only known each other for a few days.
"You don't want to teach me, either?" Chu Zhaozhao joked.
When Chu Qingxiao heard this, he stopped, turned his head and looked at the girl, but said with a serious face: "Zhao Zhao wants to learn, of course I am willing to teach."
"but……"
"If you could, I hope you never learn it in your lifetime."
Chu Zhaozhao was stunned when he heard this - this method of the Shura world is not so much learned as it is something that Chu Qingxiao realized on the verge of life and death with his will to survive in those desperate days when he was surrounded by Zhuyin. instinct.
Thinking of this, Chu Zhaozhao looked at the young man in front of him with a somewhat distressed look.
"Actually, I thought about it carefully. We might be able to help some Goshawk Villages."
Chu Zhaozhao said.
"Huh?" Chu Qingxiao was a little confused.
"Although we can't deal with Ghost Crow Village, we can find ways to help them raise money."
"My great-grandfather is an alchemist. This skill is complicated. The biggest trouble that troubles him is to purify the medicinal power of the medicinal materials and infuse it into the elixir. Often this process requires a lot of energy on his part, so he can produce only There aren’t many pills out there.”
"But the red blood worms in the witch's hands are ready-made things that condense the power of medicine. Although I don't know much about medicine, I feel that if the red blood worms are used as raw materials to refine the elixir, it may be twice the result with half the effort. The red blood worms in Goshawk Village cannot be sold directly. If they can be converted into elixirs, the profits can be extremely considerable. Even if my family takes a certain amount of share, it shouldn't be too much of a problem to exchange for a hundred taels of silver a month. big."
"Of course, the premise of all this is that the inference that red bloodworms can be converted into elixirs is established." Chu Zhaozhao said seriously.
When Chu Qingxiao heard this, he looked at Chu Zhaozhao, who was slightly frowning, strangely.
Chu Zhaozhao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
"Don't you hate this Goshawk Village? Why do you suddenly want to care about it so much?" Chu Qingxiao asked with a smile.
Chu Zhaozhao's face turned red, but he said stiffly: "I hate that female bandit. The others are actually ordinary people. They are nice people. Of course I want to help them..."
At this point, she paused, and then added with a worried expression: "But these are all based on the premise that they have to believe in us, otherwise we will not be able to leave Goshawk Village, and these are even more empty talk."
Chu Qingxiao nodded and looked sideways at the cottage in front of him.
A small cottage with smoke curling up from the kitchen.
There are children playing in the street and women washing their clothes under the eaves.
Under the afterglow, the smoke of fireworks lingers.
The scenery is quiet and peaceful.
It looks very much like Wuling City in the past.
Chu Qingxiao clenched his hands and said softly.
"Everything will be okay."
"There should not be another Wuling City in this world..."
