The wind and snow have weighed on me for three or two years,
I appreciate the wind and snow for three taels.
This is Yi Ning's expectation for the future of this small village. The Gobi Desert is desolate and unbearable. I hope the children can face it with optimism and strength.
Therefore, he wrote four big characters on the "Book School" [三Liang Shu School].
Yi Ning didn't have high requirements for the children in this small village. They only needed to be able to read when he left.
If you don’t want to learn or can’t learn, don’t force yourself. Everyone has their own strengths.
If after learning calligraphy, you are still interested and want to take a step further, he will also think of a way for the children.
The spring breeze traveled thousands of miles and finally remembered this desolate land.
Tumbleweeds sprouted in the gravel, and the green leaves of Populus euphratica finally opened. Under the green embellishment, the entire Gobi desert also regained its vitality.
At this time, half of spring is actually over.
Children's thoughts are hidden in the green shade. When the wind blows or the dogs bark, their thoughts become confused.
The branches ghostwritten by his subordinates turned into swords. They fought with each other and kicked away the word "人" that was finally written on the ground.
Maybe for most children, studying just means not having to help their parents herd sheep.
It's just that every time they pass a blind girl, they slow down and get out of the way.
Among Mr. Yi's few rules, prohibiting bullying of peers is the first one.
Tong Qian's world was still quiet. In this dark world, two words echoed. Following the thoughts in her mind, she pinched a branch and wrote the word "Yining" on the ground.
The first thing other children learn is "people", but Tong Qian insists on learning this, and it is rare for him to be stubborn.
She has written these two words thousands of times since yesterday's school class, but she is still serious. The sweat on her face seems to be afraid of disturbing the master, so she is extremely careful when it drips.
Yi Ning leaned under a poplar tree, with Tingwu beside him. The spring breeze blew away the leaves, bringing a hot and fresh smell.
He lowered his head, holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, and slowly started writing.
Sometimes I stop writing and look at the laughing and playing children and serious children in the school square.
Sometimes Yi Ning bites the pen and thinks hard, it is because Yi Ning has forgotten the content of the Three Character Classic.
Sometimes through the gaps in the leaves, I look at the sky full of white clouds.
The blue sky is low and the white clouds are very close. It drags the time to drift, and the years are dragged by little by little.
The white clouds floated and floated, and two years passed by in a flash.
The spring breeze is blowing again this year, and the poplar trees in front of the square are skillfully spreading their leaves.
As time goes by, the logs used to build the school have changed from light yellow to dark yellow.
The children are becoming more literate, Tong Qian's personality is gradually becoming more cheerful, and Ting Wu has gained a few pounds of fat on his waist. The villagers still want to breed him.
The gravel land outside the village has been plowed into fields by Tingwu.
Various fruits are grown here, but the most abundant ones are patches of shrubs - apocynum.
Time will naturally test the truth. From the beginning, the villagers were forced to drink by Yi Ning, and now, they can no longer live without this plant.
Just like Apocynum, Yi Ning's traditional Chinese medicine clinic has gradually been accepted by villagers in several villages. During this period, it has treated countless minor illnesses and more than ten serious illnesses, and has accumulated seven or eight pools of merit.
There is also an additional subject of traditional Chinese medicine in the school's classes, and most of the attendees are adults.
Naturally, Yi Ning would not hide her treasure. The various medicinal materials listed are all found in the Gobi.
like,
Sea buckthorn can strengthen the spleen, eliminate food, relieve cough and expectoration, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
Cistanche deserticola is known as "desert ginseng".
It nourishes yin energy, replenishes essence and blood, and provides convenience for Cynomorium cynomorium, etc.
After hearing this, the villagers praised "the earth work is good", but Yi Ning didn't bother to correct it, as long as it worked.
In the past two years, two people died of old age. Yi Ning did not interfere. Natural life and death are all faced by people.
The living have dreams, and so do the dead.
One falls asleep, the other sleeps forever, both are dreamers.
...
The night floods over,
Tong Qian had already fallen asleep, and Yi Ning turned on a dirty lamp and looked at the moon in a daze.
Ever since he came to this world, he has had this hobby, as if it would bring him closer to his hometown.
Yi Ning couldn't understand why the protagonist in the novel he read in his first life never thought of "going home" after traveling through time.
Does the Earth scare them that much?
"Da da da."
There were footsteps outside the house, and Tong Wu's voice sounded from the window.
"Mr. Yi, are you asleep?"
I don't know when the village chief changed his name to Yi Ning into an honorific. Maybe he didn't even know it.
"Not asleep yet, wait a moment."
Yi Ning blew out the lamp and walked quietly to the door. After opening the door, she saw Tong Wu and several villagers waiting in front of the door.
When they saw Yi Ning, they hurriedly said: "There is a man lying on the ground in the field outside the village. He is very well-dressed and does not look like the people in our villages."
Tong Wu added: "Didn't you teach me that it's best not to touch him casually in this situation? We don't dare to touch him, and we don't know whether he is dead or alive."
"Let's go take a look." Yi Ning closed the door and strode out like a villager.
After a while, the group of them arrived at the entrance of the village.
"Mr. Yi, look, that's where it is." Tong Wu pointed to a spot of Apocynum and said.
Yi Ning's eyesight was much better than theirs. Following Tong Wu's finger, he saw a man lying on the ground in the bushes.
The man was lying on his side on the ground. He looked to be in his early twenties. He had very regular facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was wearing a blue robe. Even though the robe was covered with mud, it still couldn't hide its gorgeous nature.
He is a young man from a rich family, and Yi Ning has set a preliminary label for the man.
Then, he quickly came to the man and first put his fingers on the man's neck.
There's still a pulse, but it's weak.
Looking at the other person's face again, he looked pale, his lips were chapped, and he was sweating constantly.
Yi Ning touched the man's abdomen with his hand: "It's a bit like a coma caused by hunger."
After thinking for a moment, he ordered: "Village Chief, please go back and prepare hot sugar water first."
Tong Wu nodded in agreement and ran back to the village.
Then Yi Ning grabbed the man's arm and tried to carry him on his back.
After two years of training, his weight gradually recovered. Although he was still a little thin, he still had the strength to carry a person.
It was at this time that Yi Ning discovered that the noble young master was still holding a book in his hand. Even though he was unconscious, he still held it tightly.
Looking at the book, Yi Ning vaguely saw the word "Tu Na Jue", which seemed to be an introductory Taoist cultivation method.
Monk?
Yi Ning carried the man on her back while walking, calming down and feeling the man's energy.
The Qi machine is very ordinary, there is no spiritual energy fluctuation, he is just an ordinary person.
"Huh."
Suddenly he made a sound of surprise. In Yi Ningde's perception, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around the other person was much stronger, and this person's internal organs were very strong and full of vitality.
In monk terms, this is a born monastic child.
Moreover, the other party also has books on introductory cultivation, so why is he a mortal?
It stands to reason that as long as this person is willing to practice, he can get started in a few days.
Is there something wrong with the breathing method recorded in this book?
Confused, Yi Ning carried the man back to the small village and disappeared into the night.
