Chapter 6 Fairy Sister

What only broke him the most was the sentence after Li Dazhuang smiled, "We don't have toilet paper here. Well, just use this small stone."

After saying that, Li Dazhuang lost a few small stones. Lin Daimo endured infinite nausea and barely wiped his buttocks clean. With Li Dazhuang's help, he limped back to the yard and washed his hands several times in a row and felt disgusted.

In a blink of an eye, I saw Li Qi's hands covered with dark green residue, and his face changed again and again. Finally, he resisted the nausea and did not spit it out.

"That girl can be regarded as sleeping more peacefully now. The wound alone hurts when he looks at it," Li Qi said without heart. Only then did Lin Daimo realize that he had just missed the treatment. He looked at Li Qi's hand, half guilty and half happy. If he really let him face the strange woman's body, he I'm afraid that I will run away in a panic, so it's better to "miss it" naturally.

"Thank you for your help, otherwise I really don't know what to do," Lin Daimo felt the kindness of the three people and wanted to kneel to the ground, but was pulled by Li Dazhuang.

"Well, what are you going to do? I'm a rude person and can't say those polite words, but no matter who sees someone hurt like this, I will definitely help. If you really want to thank you, you have to thank Uncle Seven!"

"Isn't it? It's not easy to climb the mountain at such an old age. Well, Uncle Seven was still here just now. Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye..." Li Qishi turned around after washing his hands, but there was no shadow of Uncle Seven in the courtyard.

At this time, a clear voice came from outside the courtyard, "Old man, I have something else to do tonight, so I won't accompany you."

When Li Dazhuang ran to the door, there was no one in the alley.

"Well, on this day, we went up the mountain and collected medicine, but thanks to Uncle Seven, they didn't even accept our medical fee. How can we let Uncle Seven go back with an empty stomach? Come on, Zhong'er, go and call your seventh grandfather and say that we are waiting for him to eat. If he doesn't come, we won't eat." Zhong'er answered and trotted out.

Li Qi ordered Zhong'er, and quickly walked into the simple shed, took out the air-dried meat hidden in the jar during the Spring Festival, and cut it into small strips. Although there were only a little bits, it was already the most delicious food for those who had not seen the diced meat for many years. Then peel off the rotten leaves of the leftover cabbage from last year, wash and cut them, and stew them in a pot.

The sun soon set in early spring, and the house became dark, but in order to save some lamp oil, the farmers did not turn on the lights until they came to the table to eat. Lin Daimo sat in the dark and listened to the sound of Li and his wife working outside. The surroundings seemed to be as dark as blind eyes, and he felt more and more strange. Finally, he stood up awkwardly and walked out in the dark.

"Zhong'er's father has been so long, why hasn't Zhong'er come back?" Li Qi picked up the hot nest into the small rice basket and turned his head to see that the sky was already dark, and he couldn't help worrying.

Li Dazhuang remembered the words that Uncle Seven wanted to take Zhong'er as an apprentice during the day, but he had some doubts in his heart. After pondered for a long time, he replied, " Maybe Uncle Seven happened to have something to do and ask Zhong'er to help him. I'll go and have a look. Don't worry about it."

After saying that, he walked out of the door, but as soon as he got to the middle of the yard, he heard footsteps.

"Dad, I'm back," Zhong'er hurried in, as if someone was chasing him. Seeing Li Dazhuang's figure, he jumped directly into his arms.

"Your child has arrived home. What else is there to be afraid of?" Li Dazhuang rubbed Zhong'er's little head with pity. "Zhong'er, where's your seventh grandfather? You called for a long time, why did you come back alone?"

"Uh, I forgot..." Zhong'er's head was down, afraid of messing things up and being scolded by her father.

Unexpectedly, Li Dazhuang laughed instead of being angry, "Oh? So what have you been doing for so long?

"At that time, I just went there, and Grandpa Qi said he would test me," Zhonger scratched his head. "I said I'm not a little rabbit, and it didn't taste good after roasting, but Grandpa Qi just refused to let me go."

"Haha, you little guy, your seventh grandpa is going to test your knowledge. What did he test you?" Hearing this, Li Dazhuang couldn't help laughing and thought of what Uncle Seven said during the day, and he knew that it had something to do with it.

"Later, Grandpa Seven brought a chessboard, and then the two of us had been playing tigers and eating chicken. Later, when it was dark, he let me come back," Zhonger thought seriously and added, "He asked me to return it tomorrow and said that he would come and drink Dad's wine after the exam."

"Tiger eats chicken, isn't this a game? Who won between you and Grandpa Seven?" After listening to his son's words, Li Dazhuang was puzzled. This is obviously a game played by children. Is it possible that Uncle Qi relies on this to assess and recruit disciples? It's too childish!

Lin Daimo listened carefully and probably guessed that the strange old man was afraid of recruiting Zhong'er to be his closed disciple, so he continued to listen to the conversation between the father and son quietly.

"Of course, I won a lot. Grandpa Seven played really poorly," Zhong'er showed off to Li Dazhuang. At this time, Li Qi walked into the room with vegetables, and the fragrance of vegetables floated into Zhong'er's nose. In an instant, he led Zhong'er's mind to dinner and jumped into the room.

When Li Dazhuang heard his son's words, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. In case the old man refused to accept Zhong'er as an apprentice, Zhong'er may only crawl in the yellow land for a lifetime like those ordinary children in the village, but he could not guess the old man's thoughts.

"Well, let nature take its course. Everything depends on the child's creation," Li Dazhuang prayed secretly in his heart, only to find that Lin Daimo was also standing in the courtyard.

"I am born to be useful. Zhong'er is a good child, and he will definitely do something in the future," Lin Daimo said softly and turned around and walked into the room.

I didn't expect that Lu Mengji was more attractive to Zhong'er than the food. The first thing Zhonger did when she entered the room was to take the oil lamp to Lu Mengji's bed and look at it carefully. As a result, Li Qi, who was serving the food in the hall, almost touched the rice basket on the ground in the dark, causing a painful rebuke. Then he was reluctantly pulled by Li Qi to sit at the dining table.

When I invited the seventh uncle to come home for dinner, the room had already closed and turned off the lights and went to bed early. In addition, he was tired during the day and had not had a serious meal. Their stomachs were already empty. Only then did the four people hold their chopsticks and eat happily. Because shredded meat is added to the dish, the taste is particularly attractive, but until after eating, a pot of vegetables has hardly been moved.

Li Qishi remembered the shredded meat added to it and was inevitably distressed. Li Dazhuang ate a lot and was afraid that the dishes he cooked were not enough, so he kept eating pickles. As for Zhong'er's own small amount of food, he couldn't eat much. Besides, Lin Daimo can't get used to eating the food made of coarse grains at all. Even if he is hungry and coo, he can chew it in his mouth, which is really difficult to swallow. Moreover, he has been bothering this family this day, and he has long been sorry for a long time. Now he is staying here, and this meal is really not reliable.

"Mom, I've finished eating, but why doesn't the beautiful sister get up to eat?" Zhong'er put her chopsticks on the table and pulled back several people with different thoughts. Lin Daimo just wanted to get up and have a patient on the bed that hasn't eaten yet, but he is an outsider. He feels very guilty about eating and drinking for nothing, so he can't say more.

Li Qi gently pulled Zhong'er and wiped the residue on the corners of his son's mouth. "**'s sister is sick and can't eat with us. My mother has simmered millet porridge on the fire. When it gets cold, I will give it to my sister."

"But my sister is so beautiful, like a fairy, how can she still get sick?" Zhonger opened her big innocent eyes and didn't believe that the fairy-like sister would also get sick. She pouted her little mouth and insisted on going to see Lu Mengjie.

Li Qi looked at his son helplessly, so he had to put down his chopsticks first, brought a bowl of simmered millet porridge, took a small lamp, and came to the bed with Zhonger. In order to save lamp oil, the candlestick's candle core was twisted very thinly, and the lamp oil was pitifully small, so I saw that the light was bright and dark, and the shadow was about to shake, which made people's eyes hurt.

Because of the medicine on her body, Lu Mengji's body was only covered with a thin layer of single clothes. Now the medicine mud has already solidified, and Li Qi's body is covered with Zi Xu when he enters the door.

Maybe he touched the pain again and only heard a slight moan. Lu Mengji frowned and opened his eyes. Under the dim light, he saw a little boy by the bed with round eyes and looking at himself.

"Mom, mother, wake up!" Zhong'er was tilting her head and lying by the bedside to be fascinated. She was shocked by Lu Mengji's eyes, and her cheeks suddenly turned red. She suddenly stood up and stepped back and shouted two steps.

This shout shocked Lu Mengji into a cold sweat, and his originally confused brain woke up in an instant. "Who is this little guy? I just slept for a while. Why did such a big child suddenly appear? Isn't it still a dream? It's marriage and inexplicable to be a mother, my God..."

Lu Mengji muttered to himself and was about to pinch himself when he saw the middle-aged woman he saw during the day coming towards him with a bowl. The little boy trotted behind the woman and poked his head out from time to time to look at **.

"Zhong'er, my sister is sleeping. You will wake my sister up so loudly," Li Qi gently scolded Zhonger, who was rubbing against her leg, and picked up rice porridge. He turned his head and saw Lu Mengjie's eyes. "Oh, you woke up. How's it going? Does it still hurt?"

The woman's words had a slight accent, but it was almost the same as Mandarin. Lu Mengji nodded and shook her head again. She was headacheed by the shaking candlelight, so she closed her eyes again, barely swallowed half a bowl of millet porridge, and then fell asleep again.

Through the faint light, it seems that you can see that some of the medicine mud applied to the back has already clumped and clung to the skin, and some have even cracked, faintly revealing the purple and black bruises inside. Although the high fever has receded, the whole back and legs are still high and swollen, covering with black and green ointments, it is more and more shocking.