Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Through a thin wall, Meng Qi could hear the sound of bubbling water on the stove.

It was just dawn, and there was no sound of people on the street.

This house was found for them by Ning Changyuan yesterday. The house is a bit dilapidated, the gaps on the walls are filled with grass balls of mud, and there is no kang, so the house is cold.

There are no blankets, pillows, etc. on the bed, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to sleep, so Meng Qi doesn't care.

As soon as he entered this room yesterday, he immediately nodded and said it was a good place.

- only one bed.

The bed was not big, and the foot of the bed was missing a section, and a brick was needed to lay it crookedly there.

It is barely possible for two people to lie down, but these two people must not move, otherwise they will touch their arms and legs.

Because the ink carp forced Meng Qi to sleep, he was not allowed to practice cross-legged exercises and use breath adjustment as sleep like ordinary inner masters. The moment Meng Qi stepped into the door, he was thinking about the situation of lying on the bed with the doctor.

He also made preparations to persuade him to prevent Mo Li from sleeping on the ground and leave the bed to him.

As a result, it was prepared for nothing.

The ink carp lay on the bed in a natural way, just like when they were sleeping in the wild, it was not like they were close to each other, but separated by several feet.

Meng Qi was about to say something, but when he turned around, he found that the person beside him had fallen asleep.

People who practice internal skills breathe slowly and slowly, and the breath after falling asleep is even weaker, which can be ignored if you are not paying attention.

The result is that you want to talk, and find that that person has left you to see Duke Zhou——

Meng Qi thought strangely, maybe it wasn't Zhou Gong, but the mountain spirit.

In ancient Fu, there are often sentences about wandering in the void and meeting mountain ghosts.So even if someone is sleeping next to him, God knows who he is swimming with in his dream, playing chess and talking and laughing!

Thinking of this, Meng Qi almost woke him up.

While thinking about the tree on Mount Silang, he quietly approached the ink carp.

After leaving Mount Silang, the soft breath of the ink carp became clear again. This breath can soothe all restless moods, making people feel as if they have been immersed in the cool pool water, forgetting the world.

The bed was so worn out that it creaked when moved.

Meng Qi had tried his best to keep the bed from making any noise.

He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but he closed his eyes at some point, and when he opened them again, he heard the sound of the stove outside the wall boiling water.

Someone was digging well water in the distance, and there were young couples talking in a low voice across two houses, and the child was moaning and crying.

Everything became lively, and with the bubbles of the boiling water on the stove, many sounds came to my ears.

The people around him were gone, Meng Qi could feel that they were sitting under the eaves outside the house, so he was not in a hurry, just lay on the bed and listened.

——It seems that I haven’t heard these voices for a long time.

He seemed to have watched the morning of waking up gradually, the voices of people gradually filling up, and the various scenes in the market, but he had forgotten them somehow for many years.

"Doctor, you got up so early?"

"Qiuhong?" Mo Li's tone was gentle, "You are weak, and the well water is too cold, why don't you wash your clothes at noon."

"... After all, it's the Chinese New Year, and I want to clean up. I've been running around for the past few days. If the doctor says so, I'll be lazy for half a day." Qiu Hong's voice came closer, and she asked, "It smells so good, is this Are you making bean porridge?"

"Well, the beans that have been soaked overnight are now boiling."

"Not enough firewood?" Qiu Hong said worriedly, "The bean porridge hasn't been cooked long enough, I'm afraid it won't work."

Mo Li just laughed, not saying that martial arts masters are never afraid of running out of firewood.

After Qiuhong left, she was another person who got up early to fetch well water.

"Hey, is this house inhabited? Did Taoist Ning bring it back?"

"Stay here for a few days, and I have to leave after a while." Mo Li responded with a good temper, and didn't ignore the other party just because they were strangers.

"It's all right, it seems to be someone who takes care of Daoist Ning's business."

The speaker had a rough voice, and he said with a smile, "The one who leads the way either has a skill or someone close to him. Let me tell you, I'm so envious of craftsmen who can survive starvation in famine years!"

Mo Li avoided talking about herself, and just said, "It's not bad here, either."

"That's right, apart from being poor, there are no shortcomings!"

The man left with a smile.

The bean porridge on the stove was still bubbling, and the aroma slowly wafted in.

No aroma of rice, just beans.

Meng Qi touched his stomach subconsciously, as if he was a little hungry.

He sat up slowly, his hair still loose and his clothes not properly dressed.

Mo Li could naturally hear the movement in the house, so he asked through the door: "Are you awake?"

"I didn't expect the doctor to be able to cook." Meng Qi moved his fingers, a little impatiently.

"Build a stove and cook some beans, but you can't even talk about cooking skills."

Mo Li's words are really not modest. As a human being, he has only lived in this world for less than 20 years.

If you want to study history, learn the art of Qihuang, and learn martial arts, how can you find the time to learn cooking? Old Mr. Qin never taught him this.Things can be cooked, as long as they are not starved to death, the stove is always used to boil medicine, and the ink carp is good at this.

Meng Qi walked to the window, because the blur was too tight, he could only see a vague figure.

"Why do you remember to make bean porridge?"

"It's not bean porridge. I borrowed a nearby stone mill to grind beans into pulp and boil them to make medicine for you." Mo Li was holding a broken fan in his hand, and the fire on the stove was very hot.

Meng Qi was taken aback when he heard the words, and opened the door with disheveled hair, facing the ink carp who was sitting under the eaves, not turning on the stove.

Mo Li looked calm, he didn't look like he got up early to work at all, he was so leisurely that he only had a book in his hand.

On the stove is an earthen pot, and the soy milk in it boils even more fiercely.

"How can this cure diseases?" Meng Qi lowered his head curiously.

"...can detoxify."

Mo Li paused, and before Meng Qi could react, he quickly said, "Emergency detoxification is still possible, you can forget it, anyway, the taste is not bad, the price is also cheap, there is still half a bag in the corner, enough for us to eat Three days."

"..."

Is this the only drink for three days?

Meng Qi couldn't help staring at the ink carp, the peasants would be dizzy from hunger.

"Oh, you can also make tofu." Mo Li turned his head and said.

"It's almost..."

Meng Qi hadn't finished muttering, Mo Li suddenly asked: "No, you often don't eat anything, and I haven't seen you starve to death. Now there is something you can eat, but you don't think so much?"

Meng Qi really wanted to say that when he was a national teacher, he saw a lot of delicacies. He must have eaten all the restaurants in Taijing, but he didn't do anything and just waited to serve the bowl. Secondly, the doctor can't offend Yes, we agreed to follow the doctor's orders, so Meng Qi closed his mouth rationally.

"Hey, who's daughter-in-law is this? She's so pretty?"

A bluffing sound suddenly appeared, and both of them were startled.

I saw an old woman with gray hair squinting her eyes.

"..."

Mo Li and Meng Qi looked around subconsciously, but there was no one else except them.

Where is the good-looking daughter-in-law?

Mo Li suddenly noticed that Meng Qi's hair was loose, and the old woman's eyes were not good, so she could only see the outline of people.

The people on the street were called out by the old woman, and they looked over one after another, and those who liked to watch the excitement pushed the windows to look this way.

Holding a fan, Dr. Mo didn't know whether to cover Meng Qi's face: "..."

Meng Qi didn't realize that the problem was with him.

The old woman came up tremblingly, put her wrinkled hands on Meng Qi's arms, and tried to persuade: "My lady, the world is very chaotic, and you will suffer if you look good."

"..."

Meng Qi realized it later, and then touched his face in shock, he didn't look like a woman!

"Is this your husband?" The old woman turned to look at Mo Li.

Doctor Mo, who was determined to watch the excitement, was stunned.

"Take some ashes and wipe your wife's face. Live a good life!" The old woman patted the back of Meng Qi's hand and murmured sadly, "I have a daughter who is about the same age as you. She's gone. She's good-looking, tall, and her skin is as good as this soy milk."

The two silently looked at the soy milk, which was quite white.

Because of the lack of the internal strength of the ink carp, the soy milk in the crock was no longer boiling so much.

"...I hope she hasn't met any villains." The old woman burst into tears as she spoke.

Meng Qi wanted to speak, but suddenly realized that his voice was wrong.

He was afraid of frightening the old woman, but he couldn't shake off her hand, so he could only freeze there.

At this time, others also found out that the old woman had an oolong, and hurried over to persuade her.

"Aunt Yin, you misjudged the person. He is a young man, but he is a little fairer...how do you... ouch, this is true!"

"It's the person Daoist Ning brought back yesterday!"

After escorting the old lady away, he hurried over to say hello to Mo Li and the other two.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Yin used to be an embroidery worker, and she has bad eyesight."

"...It's nothing, let me show her?" Mo Li added, "I'm a doctor, and my eye problems can't be cured, but it's better to take it easy than not to see it later."

"Oh, you were the doctor that Daoist Ning said yesterday! What a coincidence!" The expressions of the people who came to say hello were much more polite. People with skills would not live in the wild market for a long time, and doctors were even rarer.

In the end, the man came over to apologize to Meng Qi.

"Mr. Lang is good-looking, better than our girls here. Aunt Yin is wrong. I'm really sorry."

Meng Qi's face turned dark after hearing this.

Seeing that half of the people on the street showed up, Meng Qi felt that he might make a name for himself in this wild fair.

He walked back to the house silently, found a comb with broken teeth, and combed his hair.

Thinking of others mistaking me for a doctor...

Uh, there seems to be something wrong?

Meng Qi tried to think of herself standing next to the doctor in women's clothing, and then shivered.

The sight was a bit startling.

The ink carp also came in, still holding the earthen jar.

"What are you looking at?" Doctor Mo was also a little uncomfortable, and asked with a light cough.

Meng Qi stared at his arm expressionlessly, and said seriously: "It's not as white as soybean milk in a crock!"

Mo Li was speechless, but he realized one thing, so Meng Qi looks good-looking?

"The people in this wild market are very close."

Mo Li couldn't find a clean bowl, so he could only give the crock to Meng Qi and said, "You drink first."

Meng Qi said in disbelief: "Maybe they all lost their relatives, or they are in a foreign land, with no one to rely on, so they take care of each other."

"Since I left Zhushan County, I haven't felt so relaxed for a long time." Mo Li thought thoughtfully.

"...If everyone in the world can do this, they will look like what the sages said." Meng Qi finally put down his arms, weighed the earthen pot, and thought about how much to drink and how much to leave for the doctor.

I don't know why, but I want to drink it all.

The doctor got up early to grind it and cooked it for a long time.

As a result, I lost my face because of this bite...