With a brain-loving husband [travel]

Although Mo Jingcheng made that promise, he still didn't dispel the suspicion of the villagers.After everyone was silent for a while, only two men accepted his proposal.

Among them was the head of the village, and another was a poorer man in the family.

That man has a stocky personality. Although he is not very familiar with Mo Jingcheng, he is taking care of his elderly parents and a few children who are still waiting to be fed.

Rather than being helpless against the big worm, it would be better to trust Mo Jingcheng once, and there would be no loss.

The other unwilling men hesitated and then left.

Before Chen Pingqun left, he snorted as usual, and seemed to casually glance at Xu Yuanqi who was cleaning the room.

Mo Jingcheng didn't stop him either, he always felt that those who should be kept would naturally stay, and never bothered to force them to stay.

It was the same before being treated as trash, and it is the same even now.

So even if Fang Yun didn't want to keep him one day, he wouldn't say one more thing about staying.

He is just a scrapped robot, and after thinking about it, there will be a moment when he will be dealt with, but fortunately, he doesn't think so much.

The method of making a scarecrow is not difficult, the two men quickly learned it, and even Xu Yuanqi, who was joining in the fun, thought about it.Just made scarecrows are not stable because they are only tied with ropes, and they will soon come loose.

The village head also realized this, and asked: "This scarecrow is not strong, and it will fall apart after a few blows of the wind. It won't take long."

After reviewing the process of making the scarecrow a few times in his mind, Mo Jingcheng realized that two sticks could be nailed together with nails.However, iron nails have not yet been popularized in this world because iron is too expensive.

"Put a nail at the intersection of two sticks and it will be stable," Mo Jingcheng explained.

At this time, another man with pudding on his clothes and a sallow face said softly, "I'm a carpenter, I can help."

Hearing this, the village chief patted his head in a sudden realization: "Oh, I was busy with work just now, and I forgot that you, Er Niu, know carpentry."

Then he turned to Mo Jingcheng and said, "Boy Mo, Er Niu's carpenter is ready, tell him how to do it."

Er Niu looked over cautiously, met Mo Jingcheng's eyes and quickly lowered his head, as if he was very afraid of him.

Although he was puzzled, Mo Jingcheng didn't pay much attention, and just told the other party all the methods.

Er Niu listened carefully, and under Mo Jingcheng's guidance, he swung the mallet and installed it with wooden nails instead of iron nails.Er Niu's carpentry was done quickly and well, and the three scarecrows were all ready in a short while.

Anyway, there was still plenty of time, and there was plenty of dry straw, so the firewood could be replaced with dry wood, so they made a few more scarecrows for emergencies.

Sunset West Mountain.

Seeing that it was late, Mo Jingcheng and Fang Yun left the village chief with a scarecrow on their shoulders.

But before leaving, Xu Yuanqi took Mo Jingcheng aside and whispered while the village chief was explaining something to Fang Yun.

"Brother Mo, do you know what happened to Brother Yun?" Afraid of being heard, Xu Yuanqi lowered his voice, and looked over there from time to time, wary of being discovered.

Mo Jingcheng frowned.He naturally didn't know what happened to Fang Yun before.

He has been here for several months, but Fang Yun never said anything about himself.And with his temperament, naturally he would not ask, so he never understood.

Seeing such an expression, Xu Yuanqi guessed the answer and said, "Oh, Brother Mo, I see that you care so much about Brother Yun, why don't you get to know Brother Yun?"

"Don't look at Brother Yun, who is so lively and carefree now. When he first came to our village, he was covered with scars! I heard that his mother wanted to sell him. If he didn't want to, his mother would ruthlessly Beat him up. His family signed a broken bond with him and kicked him out."

"Even so, he is still optimistic and gentle when he sees people, but he doesn't want to get close to people. My father has taken care of Brother Yun for a long time, so Brother Yun is willing to trust my father."

"I see Brother Yun trusting you so quickly, he must have feelings for you in his heart. Me, Dad"

The next step is just to jump to the trivial matters at home, Mo Jingcheng didn't listen at all, his mind has become muddled because of Fang Yun's matter.

According to human emotions, what should he do after knowing these things?

It was rare for him to feel flustered.

But Xu Yuanqi answered for him: "Brother Mo, don't say it. I told you this, or my father will beat me to death. I just hope that you and Brother Yun can be well. It hurt Brother Yun's heart."

So, what was he thinking earlier?

He was thinking that if Fang Yun didn't want to keep him, he would leave without looking back.

asshole.

The village chief over there just explained some trivial things to Fang Yun, and it will be over soon.It was inconvenient for Xu Yuanqi to say more, so he said hello and left in a hurry.

Afraid of being discovered by Fang Yun, Mo Jingcheng calmed down his aching mood, looked the same as usual, and went home with the scarecrow and Fang Yun on his shoulders.

It's just that on the way home, Fang Yun's silent and calm appearance scared Fang Yun all the way.

There is one at Zhalan's house, and Mo Jingcheng used wooden planks to thicken it a few layers while it was getting late.Fang Yun saw that work was about to finish, so he made some wormwood dumplings for Mo Jingcheng to eat.

Looking forward to the growth of the grapes, Fang Yun was very happy these few days, so he went to the kitchen to ponder new pastries and made wormwood dumplings.

Wormwood dumplings are made by kneading wormwood juice into the dough, kneading them into small dumplings and putting them in the pot.

The taste is soft and waxy, not sticky to the teeth, and the fragrance of wormwood can be heard when you turn on the stove.

Mo Jingcheng liked this taste very much, so he ate several of them in a row, which increased a lot of energy in his brain, and Fang Yun, who was watching from the side, narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Seeing that the sky was not too dark, Mo Jingcheng carried the scarecrow on his back and carried the fence to the field.

Because he just ate wormwood dumplings to replenish his energy, Mo Jingcheng didn't need much effort to lift these things, but in a blink of an eye, seeing Fang Yun's almond eyes full of worry, he hesitated for a while and finally separated some fences.

The weight is just right, it doesn't feel heavy or light.

Mo Jingcheng was very satisfied with his division.

A few days later, Mo Jingcheng took advantage of his spare time to make another scarecrow and sent it to Gu Cheng to express his gratitude to Gu Cheng for his treatment.

Although he was also pretending to be sick at that time, he must not forget the kindness of the divine doctor.

Gu Cheng is a well-informed person who has a wide eye in the town. Although he has never heard of a scarecrow, he understood the purpose after listening to Mo Jingcheng's explanation. He was so happy that he stroked his gray beard and said with a smile. : "You brat."

His field was also infested by big insects, and he had been helpless for a long time. The scarecrow came at a very timely time.

Mo Jingcheng responded with a light smile.

"How are you and Brother Yun?" Seeing that he was humble, Gu Cheng stroked his beard again, and decided to care about the two of them.

Mo Jingcheng's expression suddenly changed and his mind became confused.

"Brother is determined to live with the man, you"

Gu Cheng wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted by a shout at the door.

"Old man Gu, let me tell you, that scarecrow—eh, kid Mo?"

The person who came was the village chief.

The village head stepped into the door frame, glanced at the scarecrow next to Gu Cheng, then at Mo Jingcheng standing beside him, and finally fixed his eyes on the proud Gu Cheng.

"Okay! So boy Mo also brought you a scarecrow!" The village chief smiled, although he was angry, but there was a smile on his mouth.

A medicine boy stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for the village head.

"Boy Mo, sit down quickly. Old man Gu, let me tell you, this scarecrow is very useful. I went to watch the night the night before, and saw a big bug from a distance seeing the scarecrow so scared that its ass fell to the ground! Oh, you I didn't see that rolling and crawling look!"

"In the past few days, the harvest in my field has been much better, and the big bugs don't even dare to come, thanks to Boy Mo's scarecrow."

The village head had a good relationship with Gu Cheng, so he sat down after receiving the tea brought by the drug boy and began to chatter, the joy in his words was beyond words.

Sensing the lively atmosphere, Mo Jingcheng also finished delivering the scarecrow, so he wanted to say goodbye to the two of them.

The village chief, who was still talking excitedly just now, came to his senses, stopped the people who were about to leave, and said kindly: "Boy Mo, wait a minute. This scarecrow is very useful, and every household has dry straw. I will tell other villagers in a few days. , let them use it too."

"You and Erniu both know how to do it, how about teaching them?"

Mo Jingcheng hesitated for a while, considering whether it would be more convenient to teach by himself, or to write the steps in a booklet and draw pictures.

Fortunately, he has a smart brain, and the operation steps are not a problem for him.

Seeing people's hesitation, the village chief thought it was Mo Jingcheng who had a grudge against Chen Pingqun, and hurriedly explained: "Don't worry about Chen Pingqun, he's a bit straightforward, but he's a good person."

Mo Jingcheng had no choice but to explain: "Village Chief, I didn't care about this. I just wondered if it would be more convenient to write down the steps and pictures in the booklet."

Although Xinghua Village is remote, it has a large population. If you teach them one by one, it will take a lot of time to surround them.

"There is such a method?" The village chief was also surprised, but then he hesitated, "It's just that the paper is expensive, and most of the villagers are illiterate."

This Mo Jingcheng thought about it, so he replied: "You don't have to draw on paper, you can draw on bamboo slices. There is no writing in this picture book, just draw some simple steps. If you have any questions, I will let you know." Demonstrate it again."

"If you pass it on ten times to a hundred times, everyone will know it."

After hearing this, the village head couldn't help being taken aback.

This kid looks weak, but he never expected to have such abilities.When Mo Jingcheng made a scarecrow and heard that his only son praised him, he still felt that his only son was exaggerating. Now that he has seen it again, he can't help but admire it.

Besides, he was not annoyed at being targeted like that in the past. Instead, he was kind enough to advise Xinghua Village.

What he didn't know was that Mo Jingcheng didn't have good intentions when he came up with these ideas, he just brought them up because he couldn't see Fang Yun worried about the village.

Even Gu Cheng, who was not easy to admire others, stroked his beard and looked at the humble man in front of him with satisfaction.

"Stinky boy, you have a good idea." He even boasted like this.

Mo Jingcheng didn't feel anything, and just replied indifferently: "Mr. Gu is too proud."

"Tomorrow, I'll get some men to chop bamboo and bring it to you," the village head suggested.

Mo Jingcheng agreed, and seeing that the matter was in order, he bid farewell to the two of them and went home.

In the house, only the village chief and Gu Cheng were left drinking tea.

The village head looked at Mo Jingcheng's straight back with a smile and said with a smile: "This kid, although he doesn't know his origin, it's not easy to know the world like this."

As if thinking of something again, he elbowed the leisurely-looking Gu Cheng and said in a low voice: "Didn't you have a relationship with the county magistrate? If you push this method forward, other villages around you will also be troubled by the big bug. The kid has a way."

Who knows, Gu Cheng glanced at him, and responded proudly: "Do you still need to say?"

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Xu Yuanqi: That's right, I was an assist! (pat chest