Weird fairy

Chapter 179 The Village
Bai Lingmiao followed Li Huowang, hurried on the road silently, and occasionally took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat of himself and Li Huowang.

Now that the dog days are getting closer and closer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Even if you are on the road in the morning when the sun is not big, your body will continue to sweat.

After wiping off his sweat again, Bai Lingmiao thought about it, and suggested to Li Huowang: "Brother Li, it's too hot in the afternoon, why don't we take a break in the afternoon and get up early tomorrow morning."

"Hmm." Li Huowang took out the map from the carriage and read it again.

They are still in the territory of Siqi Kingdom. Fortunately, the original map has not been thrown away, and it can still be used.

"I won't eat at noon today, hurry up, there is a village ahead, go there overnight today."

As soon as they heard that there was a bed to sleep in, everyone immediately cheered up, and their steps quickened.

After walking for another hour, when everyone who walked was thirsty, they finally saw patches of open fields on the side of the road.

Behind the fields, there is a large stretch of black-tiled houses connected together, and the village is here.

"Look at the flowers beside the field, the flowers are really red."

Bai Lingmiao, with joy in his eyes, was just about to go to pick it, but Li Huowang grabbed him.

"Don't go, that flower is not right."

Li Huowang looked vigilantly at the large flowers that rolled back and unfolded, with slightly shrunken edges.

"This is the Bana flower."

Although I don't know who I heard it from, but in Li Huowang's memory, this flower seems to be a bit evil.

As soon as Li Huowang said this, there was a bit of silence, and everyone was at a loss, not knowing what the other party meant.

"Haha, you are not as good as me, I admit my mistake,"

A hearty child's voice sounded from the side.

Everyone heard the reputation, and saw a barefoot boy laughing with a bamboo basket taller than him. He seemed to be only seven or eight years old.

"It's not the Bianhua flower. Let me tell you, it's called the crab flower. My mother said that this kind of flower can't be fed to pigs. Pigs will have stomach pains and lose weight easily."

The boy reached out and took out a sickle from the basket behind his back, and chopped a few crab flowers casually.

Judging by his dismissive look, it is obvious that he is often seen, probably someone who lives in this village.

After thinking for a while, Li Huowang walked over, "Child, what are you doing here?"

"Throwing pigweed, my family has two pigs! Every day I eat pigweed, how many pigs do you have?"

When he learned that Li Huowang's family didn't have any pigs, he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. "Haha! Your family is so poor, it's not as rich as ours."

"Yes, my family is very poor. Does your family live here? Can you show us?"

"Okay!" The child walked towards the village with Li Huowang and others without any scheming.

"By the way, are you still fighting?"

"There was a war? There was no war. The third uncle who was conscripted to serve in the army before has returned."

"Oh, that's a good thing, it's better not to fight."

For such a simple child, everything he knew was quickly covered by Li Huowang's stereotypes.

This village is called Qianjia Village, with a total of several hundred people, not too big or too small.

People in the village plow the fields in summer, and go to the nearby forest to hunt mountain goods in winter to make a living.

In Siqi, there are many such mountain villages, nothing special
This kind of village is generally relatively xenophobic, but under the offensive of copper coins, Li Huowang finally stayed at the child's house temporarily.

In an old guest room, two heavy swords were placed on the table, and Li Huowang instantly felt a lot more relaxed.

Just as I was about to unload the "Daqianlu" on my waist with my hand, it was empty.

Only then did Li Huowang realize that his "Daqianlu" had been used up during the previous battle.

"Hey." To be honest, Li Huowang still felt a little regretful.

Although "Daqianlu" is expensive, it does not require practice or cultivation.

As long as you can pay the corresponding price, you can get the corresponding ability.

Without it, I can deal with troubles by myself, and now I can only rely on the sword given by my teacher.

"By the way, there are these things." Li Huowang took out the "Fire Coat Manual" wrapped in white wax, and studied it carefully.

There are gains and losses, this thing is still very unfamiliar and needs a lot of practice.

As long as you practice it, you will have an extra life-saving means in your hand.

Bai Lingmiao, who came in with a plate of roasted sweet potatoes, retreated lightly when he saw the concentrated figure from behind.

At the door, she held the plate of roasted sweet potatoes and thought about it for a while, with a hint of joy on her face, and walked towards her and Xiaoman's room.

"Miss Xiaoman, do you want to eat the freshly baked sweet potatoes?"

However, as soon as Bai Lingmiao entered the room, he saw Chun Xiaoman, holding his stomach and vomiting into the spittoon.

She suddenly turned pale with fright, put down the sweet potato, walked over and patted her on the back.

After patting for a long time, Chun Xiaoman finally regained his strength, sitting on the edge of the bed in shock, holding his neck and gasping for breath.

"Miss Xiaoman? Are you eating the wrong thing? No, everyone eats in the same pot. Why is it that you are fine and others are fine?"

Xiaoman shook his head. "It's okay, I guess I kicked the quilt in bed last night, and got a cold."

"But when I slept with you, you never had the habit of kicking the quilt."

Seeing the doubt in Bai Lingmiao's eyes, Chun Xiaoman said quickly: "Sister, go to the kitchen and help me make some ginger soup. I beg you, I'm really uncomfortable."

"OK then."

Chun Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bai Lingmiao walking away with three turns.

Then she lifted the quilt on the bed, and a blood-red bamboo slip appeared in front of her instantly.

"Daqianlu" was found by Chun Xiaoman from the cave and secretly hidden.

Having seen Senior Brother Li use it many times, Chun Xiaoman already understood what it meant.

However, she obviously overestimated her ability to bear, when she thought of the bloody and terrifying rituals recorded. "Uh~!"

At this moment, she finally understood what Senior Brother Li had paid and how much he had paid.

However, after vomiting, Chun Xiaoman gritted his teeth again and continued to read.

Compared with these tortures, Chun Xiaoman cared more about being in debt to others.

She was not reconciled, and every time something went wrong, Senior Brother Li would take the lead, making herself very useless like this.

Ever since she killed her father, Chun Xiaoman has made up her mind that she will never be a waste.

"Senior Brother Li hold on, and I can hold on too!" Chun Xiaoman grabbed "Daqianlu" with both hands, and read it through gritted teeth.

At this time, Bai Lingmiao, who was making ginger tea in the kitchen, looked at the firewood in the stove with a sad face.

"They all vomit like that, and it's been weird recently. Could it be that they are really happy?"

"Senior Brother Li is impossible, I sleep with him every day."

"Whose would it be? Gouwa's? Gao Zhijian's? Sun Baolu? But when will Miss Xiaoman and..."

Bai Lingmiao put her legs together, a blush appeared on her face.

But after being shy, Bai Lingmiao was very worried about her sister's situation.

If this long-distance traveler is really pregnant, it may be difficult to travel.

Just when she was worried, she suddenly felt someone standing behind her.

Smelling the same scent as her own, Bai Lingmiao frowned, "What's wrong?"

Behind her, Ershen's red hijab shook slightly. "Bring on the drums, there's work in the village."

　PS: My grandma, when I was a child, really told me that crab flowers cannot be fed to pigs.

　
(End of this chapter)