Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

After the harvest, it is not idle, but still busy.Mo Xian still goes to the fields with other people every day, even though he has worked so hard all day, he has not done a quarter of what other people have done—in fact, a quarter is too much, and an eighth is about the same .

But everyone else understood that Mo Xian did less because he was lazy, not because he was not doing well.Apparently he had never done farm work in the past.Just looking at his hands, which were almost worn out in just a few days, one can know how hard and serious he is on this.It is obvious that he wants to learn farm work well and live a normal life.

So not only did no one give him a bad look, even Shitou Sun, who was a seldom-spoken person, now occasionally had a few words with Mo Xian.

When all the wheat was planted—this year the fields were supposed to be fallow, but with the soil from the old house as fertilizer, the wheat was still planted this year—Mo Xian realized that it was strange that the wheat was planted in autumn Come on, seeing that winter is coming, the wheat seedlings are going to freeze to death?

He was always not ashamed to ask questions, and other people except Shitou Sun were also happy to answer for him.

It turns out that after winter, the wheat seedlings that grow will indeed wither, but what wither is only the stems on the surface, while the roots underground are still alive.Even those withered and rotting stalks make good manure.And as long as there are two snowfalls in winter, the thick snow quilt is the best protection for the underground wheat roots. As long as the next spring arrives, the snow will turn into sweet rain and soak into the ground, and the wheat will grow again.And after a winter of dormancy, coupled with the nourishment of winter snow, the taste of winter wheat is often much better than that of spring wheat.

Mo Xian suddenly realized that what was always said in the past as auspicious snow heralds a good year turned out to be such a sign.

They are busy planting wheat over there, and the houses here can also start to build kangs.However, Mo Xian felt that during this busy farming season, letting other people spare precious time to work on his own family was really... not very good.

So for the first time, everyone helped him to make a rough appearance, and he was helping at the side, asking and learning from his heart.At night, he secretly got up from the bed, lit the lamp oil, and slowly moved up the base according to the pattern set out by the others.

The ancient oil lamp is a standard lamp like a bean, and the flame is only the size of a soybean, and the lamp oil used by Moxian is not a good oil, and the black smoke from the burning oil covers half of the small golden bean.Relying on the dim yellow light and the not too bright moonlight outside, Mo Xian built the kang out in one night by himself.

It's not a big project for a skilled worker, but Mo Xian is a standard novice—he made no mistake when building the flue at first, but he doesn't know why, but he just feels wrong.So I picked it up and started again, but it turned out to be wrong. I realized something was wrong when it was almost capped, so I dismantled it and started again.

And I don't know why, he obviously walked according to the originally set ratio, but in the end the kang was a bit bigger than expected.When the base was finished, Mo Xian looked wrong, and even had to go back to work again, when the rooster crowed outside...

Mo Xian, who was covered in mud, hurried to the village well, fetched two buckets of water, and poured it on himself.He had to go back to make breakfast, but he couldn't go into the kitchen like a mud monkey.

"Where did the little beauty come from? My brother will feel sorry for spoiling my body like this~"

The standard Dengtuzi's voice sounded behind him, and Mo Xian didn't hear someone coming, but although it was a little early at this hour, it was not impossible for aunts and sisters-in-law from other families to come out to fetch water.Who would have thought that such a "thing" would be speaking?

Mo Xian turned around in doubt. Before seeing that person, Mo Xian had thought that the person standing behind him would be a dandy with a hairpin on his hair, a fan in his hand, and a rich and rich flower robe, a fat head and big ears. Strange, what is a dude from a wealthy family doing in this ghost village at dawn?result……

What he saw was a thin gray square scarf tied up, hair still curled up like hay, broom eyebrows, triangular eyes, flat nose, mouse mouth, shriveled face, wearing a gray and dirty black arrow suit. man.

Mo Xian looked at him and blinked: "Wang...?"

The person on the opposite side didn't wait for Mo Xian to finish, so he laughed and said, "So I know the beauty, but I don't know her name? Where does she live? Are there any brothers and sisters in the family?"

"My surname is Ouyang, and my name is Mo Xian. I live next door to Brother Wang, and there is a righteous brother who has a contract with me." Mo Xian answered with cupped hands.

When he first moved in, he also thought that Wang Manzi was probably a rascal in the village, but after getting along with other people for a long time, he felt that if this person is really like this, it is not a good-tempered Sun family. Brother, even the generous and kind Zhao Wuye, it is impossible for him to still gain a foothold here.Therefore, even though he hadn't seen this person until today, Moxian had already classified him as one of the "strange but safe villagers".So even if this person is a little glib, he still treats him as an ordinary person.

"..." Mo Xian dealt with it calmly, but Wang Mangzi was a little at a loss as he didn't know how to answer.

Mo Xian stood there for a long time, but Wang Mangzi didn't say a word, he could only point to Zhao Wuye's house in doubt: "I'm going back to cook, I don't know Brother Wang?"

"You call me Big Brother Wang?" Wang Laizi was surprised again.

Mo Xian looked him up and down: "Brother Wang?" He looks too old, right?

"Let's call it Big Brother Wang..." Wang Manizi shivered, and laughed again—the last time he had malicious intentions, but this time he was a little honest—and said, "By the way, you said you were going to Cooking? Don't bother you, go, go."

Mo Xian looked at him strangely, then turned around and left.

This morning Mo Xian originally wanted to cook sorghum porridge, but it was too late to cook the porridge because of the kang that had been built all night.Fortunately, Aunt Liu Qi gave him some bean noodles a few days ago, just in time to make pancakes.

He busily prepared the breakfast and brought it out, but he saw Mr. Zhao Wu who got up at some time and walked in from outside the courtyard, and his face was still dark.

"What did you guys do last night?"

"Let's build the kang." Mo Xian held a sorghum clapper in both hands (the name of the thing that puts the dumplings just after making the dumplings is called differently in different places), and there were sheets of pancakes on it, and he was not lying. It's about telling the truth—the physical evidence is there, and you can't lie if you want to.

"Go! Put your things down and go back to bed!"

"I have to go to the ground today, I can hold on." Mo Xian thought that his internal strength was good, although he was tired, it would not be a problem if he didn't sleep for three or four days.

Zhao Wuye took out the dry pipe, and the big brass pouch Zhao Wuye held in his hand, but he seemed to be carrying some kind of murder weapon, and the old man's face was also fierce.

Mo Xian was not afraid of being beaten, but knowing that the old man was doing it for his own good, he could only nod his head and said, "Of course I dare not disobey the elder's order. It's just...my senior brother is still on the kang..."

The old man hesitated a little, and finally nodded: "Okay, as long as you rest at home today."

Mo Xian nodded hastily, put down the food for the old man, took a portion for Senior Brother Seven, and went into the house.

This day was also the first time since arriving in Shuanggui Village that Mo Xian and Seventh Senior Brother were able to have breakfast alone in the house.This time, Mo Xian didn't wrap the pickles in the pancakes, but served them in a bowl.Take one bite for Senior Brother Seven, another bite for yourself, one bite for yourself, and another bite for Senior Brother Seven.

This made Seventh Senior Brother blush, and Mo Xian's face was a little hot, but Seventh Senior Brother didn't refuse, and Mo Xian didn't stop.

After a meal, Mo Xian brought two storybooks for Senior Brother Seven—they were also Shixin books bought with Liu Qi's help, so that Senior Brother Seven could use them to relieve boredom at home alone.He himself didn't rest, but wanted to go out to wash clothes. In fact, if Aunt Liu Qi hadn't sent some new clothes a few days ago, he and Senior Brother Qi would have had nothing to change.

Seeing him take out the wooden basin, Seventh Senior Brother certainly knew what he was going to do, but he hurriedly stopped him: "Wait!"

"what happened?"

"Come here." Seventh Senior Brother pointed to the side, Mo Xian sat down despite being strange, "Put down the basin, and give me two hands."

So Mo Xian placed both hands in front of Senior Brother Seven.The backs of his hands looked better, ten were still slender, but the skin was a little chapped and rough, and the crevices between his fingers were not too clean.Seventh senior brother moved his good arm, turned his hand over, and what he saw was a palm that was completely covered with blood scabs, without a trace of good flesh...

Although martial arts practitioners also have calluses on their hands, the ones made with swords are not the same as those ground with farm tools. When practicing martial arts with ghost doctors, the perfectionist master had to soak his hands in medicinal liquid within a few days to remove the calluses. Zhu Moxian also enjoys the same benefits.After so many years, there are only shallow calluses on his hands.Such a set of hands, how can they withstand the grinding of rough farm tools in the past few days?

Seventh Senior Brother hadn't seen it a few days ago, but it was either in the dark night, or in the early morning when the brightness was not much better.Therefore, he only knew that his hands were injured, and he stopped him when he saw that he was going to do the laundry today, and planned to use these hands to reprimand him.But this was the first time that he saw Mo Xian's injury clearly in broad daylight, but he couldn't even utter a few words, but his heart was sore all the time, his eyes were hot, and his nose was blocked...

Seventh senior brother is not a person who shed tears easily, and he only cried secretly when his mother passed away before, and he never shed tears when his uncle died.He was not someone who was afraid of blood, otherwise he would have been weeping and begging for mercy when he was hung and beaten in the execution room of the Jieyun Sect.

But now, "it's just" the palms that had worn out the flesh made him want to cry, and he blinked a few times before forcing the tears back.

"Little Mo."

"Ok?"

"Go and make a name for yourself." But you have achieved a career, and it is fine for people to serve, take care of, and even love you, just don't guard me and suffer here.

"Senior Brother has a fever?" Mo Xian was not joking, but really thought that Senior Brother Qi had a fever and was talking nonsense, so he reached out to touch his forehead.

"I don't have a fever!" Seventh Senior Brother dodged the hand he stretched out, but Mo Xian still took the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand - he didn't dare to use the palm of his hand, although it was scabbed, but he was afraid that it would get dirty. brother.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" After confirming that he didn't have a fever, Mo Xian became more and more worried.

Seventh Senior Brother looked at his hand and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Does it hurt?"

"Ah—!" Mo Xian wasn't that intolerable to the pain, but Seventh Senior Brother suddenly raised his hand and raised a large piece of blood scab, tearing off a large piece of skin and flesh. It hurts, how could he not scream?

"Does it hurt?" Brother Qi asked for the third time when Mo Xian hurriedly stopped the wound from bleeding.Mo Xian looked at Senior Seventh Brother, and handed over the hand that was still bleeding.

"It doesn't hurt."

Seventh Senior Brother wanted to reach out to tear off the blood scab, but in the end he didn't make up his mind...

"Stop doing laundry, stay with me at home."

"Ah."

"You can't sneak in at night."

"Ah."

"Not only tonight, but also in the future."

"Then what about our clothes?"

"Dirty clothes."

"..."

"Or I will remove the splint in a few days and I will wash it."

"Be careful if you catch a cold."

"It's not a girl's house."

"No, I mean..."

"Hot the water and wash."

"……All right."