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The two came to a leeward place in the wintersweet forest, where there was a deep well, Yao Ximu and Meng Rong moved away the stones covering the wellhead, and saw a well rope not far from the wellhead leading straight down the well.

Meng Rong took a deep breath, grabbed the well rope and pulled it up. Yao Ximu quickly offered a helping hand and said, "Sister, let me come." Meng Rong shook his head: "You can't pull it up alone." Yao Ximu After taking over the well rope, he sank into his dantian, pulled it up effortlessly, Meng Rong couldn't help but praised: "It's really good!" Yao Ximu grinned, showing his teeth.

What was pulled up was a large rattan basket, which contained several pottery jars sealed with beeswax. Mengrong took one and handed it to Yao Ximu: "Lotus dew, you have to get it."

"Thank you sister."

"You can't just thank me." Meng Rong smiled and said, "Since it's a loan, you have to pay it back."

"I have to pay it back." Yao Ximu nodded.

"You know, it takes a lot of effort to collect these things. I lent you one jar today, and when the lotus blooms in summer, you have to pick up two jars and return them."

"Ah?" Yao Ximu said with a bitter face, "Two altars, does this count as interest?"

"If you don't want to, then you don't have to borrow it." Meng Rong said that he wanted to take the jar from his arms, Yao Ximu stepped back: "Yes, yes, no more, who told me to drink it?" Brother’s medicine primer. Good sister, when the lotus blooms, all the dew I collected will belong to you.”

"You can't go back on your word at that time." Meng Rong carefully returned the big rattan basket into the well, "It doesn't matter if you go back on your word, if you can't hand over the dew at that time, I'll go to your medicine hut to grab Qingyu Snow Flower Pills."

Yao Ximu shuddered, thanked him again, and ran back to the back mountain with oil on his feet.

Wu Jin was chopping firewood in the yard. On the chopping board were some fish that had been washed and peeled. Ah Da set up three of them and rubbed them with spices.Yao Ximu cheered, hugging the jar and circling in the yard, very happy: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah, I'll have grilled fish tonight——" Wu Jin glanced at him, and his eyes fell on the jar in his arms, Question: "I borrowed Dew."

Yao Ximu stood still, nodded like pecking rice: "Yeah!"

Ah Da stepped forward to take the jar in his hand, Wu Jin stepped on the split wood, and ordered: "Just use this water to stew the other two, you can't use it at the beginning, use it at the end, understand ?”

Ah Da nodded and gestured to show that he knew.Wu Jin waved: "Go." Then he said to Yao Ximu: "Come here to grill the fish."

"Isn't the water I borrowed a medicine primer for my brother?" Yao Ximu was puzzled: "Why is it used to stew fish?"

"The stewed fish is the introduction of the medicine." Wu Jin stretched - holding a sword in his hand.

That was the dawn of Yao Xi's evening.

"Aww——" Yao Ximu howled wildly, and rushed forward to grab the sword, "Master, you are not human! My sword, you use it to chop firewood! Give me back my sword! Give me back!" With a howling voice and a dazed mind, he handed the sword back to him with one hand, and plucked his ear with the other: "It is indeed a precious sword. It is very useful for chopping firewood. Well, it is also very useful for killing fish."

"Killing fish?!" Yao Ximu's eyes widened, his heart ached, "My sword! My sword!" He didn't dare to throw a tantrum at Wu Jin, so he had to roll around on the ground, curling up into a ball Stretched again, kicking his legs up towards the sky, howling.After rolling all over the grass, he knelt up again, grabbed the grass, threw handfuls into the sky, and scattered himself.Then he fell back, lay on the ground, stomped his feet and hammered the ground, crying continuously.

Wu Jin sat under the eaves with a distressed expression and watched him go crazy, and wiped a drop of tea onto his neck, until his neck was already covered with cold icicles.

"Little Fatty, let me tell you that if you make a fuss, it's almost enough."

Yao Ximu trembled, sat up straight crying, and looked at him with resentment.

"Tell me why you child is so stubborn." Wu Jin bent down to pick up Li Xiao, walked up to him, and said, "Check carefully to see if it's broken. If it's broken, I'll compensate you as it is." Yao Xi Mu Wen Yan lowered his head and saw that the blade was cold and free from rust; the edge of the sword was perfect with no gaps.

"No." He returned the sword to its sheath and held it in his arms.

"So, although a sword can kill the enemy, it can also kill fish and chop firewood. Just like those heroes in the rivers and lakes, don't they just act chivalrously all day long and don't need to drink water to eat?"

"This, this..." Yao Ximu wanted to say that Wu Jin was talking nonsense, but he couldn't think of words to refute, and stammered, "Can this be the same?"

"What's the difference? Your sword and Ah Da's kitchen knife are both made of iron. What's the difference?"

"The sword is cold and shining, of course there is a difference."

"Haha." Wu Jin laughed loudly, "Who said kitchen knives aren't shiny?"

Yao Ximu was left speechless by Wu Jin's nonsense.

"No matter what kind of weapon it is or what it is used for, the key is the person who uses it." Wu Jin nodded his nose: "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Yao Ximu said truthfully.

"That's because you're stupid." Wu Jin gave him a thump on the forehead, "Come here and make a fire, and grill the fish yourself for the teacher."

"Since they are the same, why don't you use a kitchen knife to kill fish and a hatchet to chop firewood?" Yao Ximu piled up firewood, still very distressed.

"Isn't it troublesome to change back and forth, your sword is fast." Wu Jin turned the fish over and smeared it with honey: "Don't be so stingy, it's not bad anyway, is it?"

Yao Ximu stuffed a thick and long firewood into the burning firewood, the flames went out all of a sudden, thick smoke gradually rose, and Wu Jin, who was choking, turned his back and coughed a few times, complaining: " What did Xiaopang do! Hurry up and pick up the big log, the fire was crushed to death."

Before the words were finished, the fire was completely extinguished, thick smoke was billowing, Yao Ximu panicked and pulled out a few sticks of firewood, laying down on the ground and blowing wildly, fortunately there were some sparks, and new flames were soon born.But his face was blackened by the smoke, Wu Jin looked at it and said with a smile: "That's good, it's really a colorful cat, and we can become brothers with Mai Dong."

Yao Ximu's face was dark and he only focused on lighting the fire. Seeing his displeasure, Wu Jin tore a piece of grilled fish from the belly of the fish, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked, "Little Fatty, are you unhappy?"

"Master." Yao Ximu swallowed the fish and found it delicious, so he reached out and tore off another piece, put it in his mouth, chewed and said, "I've thought about it, although you said that a kitchen knife and a sword have similar uses, you can Killing people can also kill fish for cooking, but I don't like people using my sword to kill fish, can you not use it in the future?" He paused, lowered his head and pointed at his fingers, pitifully: "You think the kitchen knife is not fast enough, I can sharpen it , or I will kill the fish by myself, as well as chop firewood.” The more he said, the more sad he became, with a crying voice: “Master—I beg you not to use my sword to kill fish for cooking in the future, okay? If the sword can kill fish for cooking , then why use a kitchen knife?"

What he said from the bottom of his heart was deafening, Wu Jin pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "That's fine, then I'll leave it to you to sharpen the knife and kill the fish. Anyway, Aunt Ding often teaches you how to cook now, and the task of grilling fish will also be handed over to you in the future." Here you go, okay?" He curled his lips and frowned, "How does your attitude towards the sword remind me of someone?"

"who is it?"

Wu Jin touched his head: "Forget it, I don't remember, anyway, it's not Gu Yaonv."

After Yao Xi had had enough trouble at night, he quietly guarded Wu Jin's grilled fish. The skin of the fish sizzled and the fragrance was tangy. Finally, Wu Jin added a handful of fragrant flowers the size of rice grains. The freshness of the flowers mixed with the fresh fragrance of the fish , It's tempting to move your index finger. "Okay." Wu Jin took one from the shelf and handed it to Yao Ximu. Yao Ximu took it, fixed his eyes on the grilled fish, and said, "Thank you, Master." After speaking, he turned around and ran away. Jin ignored him, Lin Shuyu just walked out of the room, saw his running back, and said: "Junior brother jumps up and down all day long, really energetic."

"Bad bones." Wu Jin scolded, "This is going to Weixiaoju to be courteous again."