The farm life of the group pet Xiaoqi

Chapter 82
Qiu Jing, who woke up from his memories, looked at the village not far ahead with stagnant eyes, and occasionally a few wisps of cooking smoke floated into the sky, looking at the endless mountains behind and the small stream in front of him, this little girl What a place to live!

His vengeance has been avenged, but he doesn't know what to do, and has completely lost his direction in life.

The little girl did happen to save him at this time, preventing him from being devoured by wild beasts, so that his life should not die, is this really what God meant?
Maybe God just let him stay here to repay his kindness.

There are mountains, rivers and homes here, and it is indeed a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Xiaoqi: ...hehe

Going to the shore, Qiu Jing just stood upright under the sun, with the clothes on his body, he couldn't go to the village in front of him in such a state of embarrassment.

It is now the hottest time of the day at noon. Although there was a heavy rain before, the sun always comes after the wind and rain. At this time, the sun is hot and quickly collects the moisture from the earth.

He could only use such a stupid method. If he hadn't been seriously injured in the past, he could use his internal force to evaporate to dryness.

After more than an hour of exposure to the sun, most of his body was dry, and he could feel that he was extremely weak.

He was seriously injured and after an hour of exposure to the sun, he was still standing up straight and didn't fall down. He himself felt strange.

Putting the things on the ground back into his clothes, he stared straight at the village in front of him with lonely eyes.

With the sword in his hand behind his back, Qiu Jing walked forward with firm but vain steps.

After a while, Qiu Jing walked out of the woods, and stood outside the nearest house near the woods. At this time, he was very weak, he could no longer walk, and needed to rest.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Iuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Who is it?" With the sound of footsteps coming to the gate and standing still, it sounded like the voice of a slightly older man.

"Hello, uncle, I'm passing by, can I ask for a bowl of water from your house and take a rest?"

The village head, Lu Zhongye, recognized the voice of a young man, but since Qingyun Village was so remote that few outsiders came, Lu Zhongye had a strange expression on his face.

"Who are you? How did you come to the back of Qingyun Village?" Lu Zhongye asked cautiously.

These words made it easy for Qiu Jing to hear the guard in the mouth, but he could understand, after all, if he was really passing by, he should have gone to the village.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm not a bad person..." Qiu Jing's voice became lower and lower, his body began to feel a little dizzy, his eyes gradually turned black, and finally he couldn't hold on and fell down.

Lu Zhongye inside the door heard a bang, and then the door fell silent.

What's wrong?Could something be wrong?
I was worried that Lu Zhongye finally opened the door.

As a result, he saw a slender young man in black clothes lying at the door with outstanding facial features.

Lu Zhongye was shocked, and quickly called Qinghai to the door. Hearing his father's urgent cry, the eldest son Lu Qinghai ran out quickly.

"Hurry up and help me carry this child in, he fainted."

Together, the two carried Qiu Jing to the eldest grandson's bedroom.

"Father! He seems to have a fever, and he seems to be injured." Lu Qinghai put down his hand touching the man's head, and looked at the damaged clothes on the man's body.

Lu Zhongye looked at the young man in front of him who was only in his early hair, and there were many wounds on his body that could be clearly seen to be wounded by swords.

This child is not very old, how could he have so many sword wounds on his body, Lu Zhongye pressed the wounds with a dignified expression.

As for why he could recognize that it was wounded by a sword?That's thanks to my old man, who still has a knife in his bedroom.

With a complicated expression, he put his hand on the man's head, it was very hot and he had a fever.

"Qinghai, go to the west end of the village and turn Dr. Shen around, and tell him that there is a patient at home."

Qing Hai nodded hurriedly and walked quickly outside the door.

Lu Zhongye also walked out quickly, fetched a basin of cold water from the well, hurriedly took a face towel, and walked to the room where he was beating his grandson.

"Brother Ye, what's the matter? Hurry up, who knocked on the door just now? What are you doing with a basin of water?" The one who spoke was Lu Zhongye's wife Cai, she pointed at the basin in Lu Zhongye's hand, puzzled asked.

"Hua, it's nothing serious. It's just a young man who looks seventeen or eighteen years old. He came to our door for no reason, and passed out at the door. Now he has a fever. I'm going to help him cool down."

As soon as Cai understood what was going on, she fainted and really couldn't leave her to die.

Glancing at the thick-handed and thick-footed husband, Cai curled her lips and finally said: "I'll go with you, let me do it, who can you take care of with your thick hands and thick feet?"

While talking, the two walked into the grandson's room.

"This child has a serious fever. Have you gone to call for a doctor?" Cai touched the young man's forehead and said to her husband, then spread the wrung face towel on the man's forehead.

Lu Zhongxue: "Qinghai has already gone."

"That's good. If you don't take medicine to suppress the fever, you won't be able to suppress it." Mrs. Cai changed another one, and the towel was so hot right now.

At this time, Xiao Qi, who was eating at home, didn't know that the young man she rescued was already at her uncle's house.

Because I came back late, I was scolded by my mother when I got home.

The whole family was waiting for her, but after seeing that she didn't come back, and the food was getting cold, Grandpa asked Wei Shi to keep it for Xiaoqi, and they started eating.

And the heavy rain before was just as she expected. Grandpa and brother didn't get wet when they came back from the field. She just said that grandpa has so much experience that he will definitely find a good place in advance.

"Mom, I'm eating now! Can you wait for me to finish eating? Then start talking about me, I'm almost indigestion." Xiao Qi stopped chewing, and shook her mother's hand with one hand , spoiled.

"You! Well, why don't you say you eat it, don't turn around and blame your mother for indigestion." Wei Shi nodded her daughter's head with her hand coquettishly, her eyes were full of tears. The daughter looked helpless.

"Mother is so kind!" Xiaoqi smiled flatteringly, and started to use the rice in her hand, just the green vegetables fried by the sister-in-law with meat scraps, it was delicious.

Of course, I haven't forgotten to prepare a portion for Li Ya, but Li Ya is also very economical. He only eats one meal a day, and he doesn't need to feed him for a day after eating this portion.

"Mother, I'm full, sister-in-law's cooking is delicious." Then he put the chopsticks in his hand on the bowl.

"I shouldn't have left you a meal. I'll starve you next time. Then you'll have a long memory. Let's see if you'll come back so late?" said a word.

Xiaoqi smiled slyly, and stood up to help her mother collect them together, "Don't worry, mother, next time I go far away, I will bring my own dry food, so that mother doesn't have to worry about me being hungry."

"I'm not worried about you. You have the strength to kill a beast with one punch. Why should I worry? Hey, put it down, you'll break the bowl again." Wei Shi slapped his daughter and took it to the plate. hand?
Xiao Qi curled her mouth, she was about to start being disgusted by her mother.

"Don't talk to mother anymore, I'm going to practice brush calligraphy." Xiao Qi made a face at mother, and ran out of the dining room with a smile.

After passing by grandpa's room, I went in to enhance the relationship between grandpa and grandson, and made grandpa happy, so I went back to dad's study from grandpa's room.

Every time she goes to the study, no matter how excited or unhappy she is, she can always calm down quickly.

Take out a piece of rice paper, lay it flat on the desk and press it with a paperweight, take out the ink stick and grind it finely on the inkstone with some water added.

Grinding is very important, and the quality of calligraphy also depends on the thickness of ink grinding.

If it is too light, the written words will be floating, without bone strength and fleshiness.

If it is too thick, the ink of the written characters will not be printed and dyed, and the ink will break if the brush is not smooth.

Looking carefully at the ink in the inkstone, yes, the grinding is just right, Xiao Qi smiled with satisfaction.

She took out the writing brush that she really used often, dipped it in the ink, calmed down and picked up the brush to silently write the Analects of Confucius.

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