On February 3, 0001, six days have passed since the village cattle were injured.

The sun was rising very high. To the north of the village, with its back against the hillside, and to the door of the wooden house facing the stream, Wu Qingchen waved his arms vigorously, and under his sweaty forehead, his tender face was full of helplessness.

"...No, no... Aunt Monia, the sickle must not be... I can't give it to me. There are still several pieces of grass in your house that have not been cut..."

"...No...no...no...this doesn't work...shovels are the same... Without shovels, you can't plow them at all..."

"...Oh my God... Aunt, don't move the pot! I already have two pots in my house!"

"...Don't...Aunt, put down the plow truck...No, don't stuff it over, I can't hold it!... Also, this is Uncle Ouji's plow truck..."

"What is this? Peas? So many peas... no... don't stuff them into the clothes... Aunt, don't do this... The clothes are about torn!"

"Okay, okay, Aunt Monia, don't look everywhere... Listen to me, listen to me!"

"...Aunt Monia, I know what you want, but I really can't take these things... Yes, I can't take anything..."

"Aunt, in the village, your oxen was almost the worst injured. Although there is no danger now, it will take several days to recover completely. After such a long time, the oxen has not been able to go to the ground. Your family has already lost too much work..."

"Aunt, your family will be in a difficult situation this year... At this time, I will definitely not be able to accept your tools... and I will not be able to accept food that you don't have enough... Let's leave this feeling first... In a few years, when the situation is better, you will come to me again. At that time, I will definitely receive as much as I want, but it will definitely not work now, it will definitely not work!"

Faced with Wu Qingchen's comfort and rejection, the peasant woman on the opposite side finally slowly put down the pocket in her hand, and tears flashed out of her eyes: "But... Los... you have helped so much, no matter what, you can't take away nothing...

"Oh... Actually, I know that these days, you have never collected any of the things from anyone in the village, and you will definitely not accept my family... I can only blame me. Yesterday, the day before yesterday, two days ago, I searched the entire village, but I couldn't find the red wild fruits you like to eat..."

Red wild fruits...

The muscles on Wu Qingchen's face twitched involuntarily, and his expression froze for a moment, and he sighed slowly for a long time.

"Oh, it's better if I didn't find it... in the future... in the future..."

"But...but..." It was probably a misunderstanding of Wu Qingchen's regret. After a long time of sucking and spitting, the peasant woman lowered her head slightly, her voice getting smaller and smaller: "If you really don't take anything...Aruba will definitely be beaten when she goes home..."

"this……"

Wu Qingchen looked around. After a while, he turned sideways by the peasant woman and walked into the small vegetable bed in front of the wooden house. He chose and chose, and finally picked two small lettuce trees.

Holding a lettuce in one hand, Wu Qingchen smiled and turned around: "It's OK now, aunt, when Uncle Aruba comes home, you tell him that when Los left, both hands were stuffed."

After saying that, Wu Qingchen turned around and his small figure gradually walked away.

Bathed in Monia's grateful gaze, the sun shone on her body, and Wu Qingchen's heart was filled with heat...

Irritable.

I!

Le!

indivual!

go!

My red wild fruits...

The "red wild fruit" in Monia's mouth is a shrub fruit with bright colors, long and narrow shape, and slightly curved. It is the same as most wild fruits. This kind of wild fruit is not cultivated, selected, improved, and cared for. It is purely wild, purely natural, and put into the mouth...

Of course it is sour and bitter, so I can't eat it at all...

Having this pure nature is certainly a self-protection that has been constantly evolving. For thousands of years, this fruit has grown freely in the medieval world, with basically no organisms, at least no mammals have the idea of ​​it. It was not until Wu Qingchen arrived and after training from the teaching group that he learned that this fruit can be processed into appropriate seasonings and add a little flavor to the grilled fish and barbecue.

----This is also the most important seasoning for Wu Qingchen to poach and eat.

Unfortunately, for a long time to come, this kind of condiment will probably become history again.

The culprit is naturally Wu Qingchen.

In the past few days, whenever the oxen are cured for the villagers, the villagers will always bring out their best food, seeds, tools, and even small livestock to express their gratitude. Especially the family of Monia's family, which was seriously injured and had no hope, was even more ecstatic and wanted to give it all and offer it to them together.

Wu Qingchen did not accept any of these things. From the very beginning, Wu Qingchen himself took a lot of credit for the injuries of these oxen. He felt guilty and was too late to accept the items of the villagers. At the same time, even without repeated explanations from the staff team, these pitiful daily necessities, backward and simple production tools, and the villagers' deeper gratitude, did not require any hesitation to choose.

At the beginning, Wu Qingchen was unable to escape from the villagers' homes after curing the ox, but this situation continued to be three or five families. After the village spread, the villagers began to get used to it, and Wu Qingchen refused and felt much more relaxed.

The accident happened on the third day, and at the west side of the village, he cured the oxen for the Osis family. As usual, he refused the pots, pots and jars set up by the Osis family, and Wu Qingchen left the wooden house.

Not a few steps after walking out of the wooden door, Wu Qingchen found a few red wild fruits on the side of the road, so he picked them off. Ossis, who was sent out, felt a little strange and asked about its purpose. Wu Qingchen casually replied that he could eat it.

Because of this question and answer, the red wild fruits in the Akerli village in the Middle Ages, which are considered to be the wild tombs of the 18th generation of ancestors, were buried in the cesspool, and it was completely in trouble.

In the afternoon of the same day, Wu Qingchen arrived at another wooden house and was preparing for another treatment. When he walked into the wooden door, he had not had time to look at the injured plowing ox, his eyes and all his eyes were immediately filled with a whole piece of red: on the low table in the middle of the wooden house, a bright red fruit mountain piled high up.

After that, the four consecutive arrivals were all the same in the afternoon.

Afterwards, the seven families who arrived the next day were like this again.

There will be no more afterwards.

On the road, on the hillside, in the forest, in the following days, Wu Qingchen could no longer see any red presence from the shrub where red wild fruits grew.

At least the villagers were enthusiastic about collecting several large baskets of red fruits. There was no refrigerator in the Middle Ages. It was summer. Several secret kitchens were close to the water source. The moisture and heat were mixed. When the fruits were piled up, they would deteriorate in a few days. The training method of the teaching group must use fresh red fruits...

In short, in the days that followed, Wu Qingchen, who was suffering from his own feelings, could only continue to eat grilled fish and barbecue that was basically unpleasant.

Fifty-nine visitors (in the middle)

After leaving Monia's house, it was almost noon. When I walked onto the village path, Wu picked some herbs along the mountain in the morning.

After six consecutive days of treatment, most of the injured oxen in the village have recovered and almost all of them can start farming again. There are only a few oxen like Monia, which was originally seriously injured, need to continue to rest for a while.

By this time, Wu Qingchen had not used much medicine. There were still many herbs collected with Basser a few days ago, and most of them could be used. Only some of them were not suitable for preservation and needed to be supplemented.

At this time, the wooden basket that Wu Qingchen lifted with his left hand was only covered with a shallow layer, which were all these herbs that were not suitable for preservation and were relatively delicate.

Since the tender leaves of these flowers and plants were used, these plants naturally could not be bumped or squeezed. Therefore, the herbs in the wooden basket were much less than usual, but Wu Qingchen was more laborious than usual to take care of them.

Along the way, Wu Qingchen stepped carefully, his steps were very stable, his left hand was slightly tilted, and the wooden basket he held steadily did not shake much...

----These are the same as usual---

However, the wooden bowls, rags, grass balls for treatment, and the two lettuce picked by Monia's family had to be handed over to the right hand for the treatment.

Bypassing the stream from the north of the village, passing the stream through the woods, returning to the path through the village, and then back to the east of the village, Wu Qingchen changed his right hand when he was tired from his left hand, and continued to change his left hand when he was tired from his right hand. His ten fingers on both arms were almost cramped.

After finally turning the last bend, his own wooden house appeared in front of him. Seeing the little Nina coming up quickly, Wu Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly chose a clean grass, and gently put down the wooden basket. As for the wooden bowl, rags, grass balls, and the largest and most troublesome lettuce, they had long been thrown to the side.

Noticed Wu Qingchen's movements, Little Nina's pace was a little faster, and a concerned voice came from afar: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is it okay?"

"It's okay, there are too many things, it's not convenient to hold them, your hands are a little sore... Run slowly, don't fall..."

"Yeah! OK..."

As he answered this, Little Nina still ran quickly and rushed to Wu Qingchen and stopped. Little Nina looked at Wu Qingchen carefully for a while, and found that nothing was wrong. She smiled and looked at the things that were put down on both sides of the grass.

"Wow..." Seeing the lettuce, little Nina quickly shouted: "Brother, you told us not to take things from our neighbors, but we actually secretly brought back two lettuce..."

"Shh, whisper!" Wu Qingchen quickly reached out and quickly blocked Little Nina's mouth.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen had a headache.

Little Nina is right. Wu Qingchen did tell his family that he should not accept various thank-you gifts from the villagers. This is almost no different from accepting him, or even worse.

Seeing the villagers chasing and intercepting Wu Qingchen, although they did not understand Wu Qingchen's real purpose, Wu Qingchen's parents and brothers were very clear about it. After accepting the gifts from the villagers, in addition to causing trouble for Wu Qingchen, it also meant that they had to agree to the requests of these villagers, and at the same time it also meant that they had to gain complaints from other villagers.

With this understanding, neither William, Idra, Grace, Jacqueline, or Little Nina had ever received anything from the villagers.

Or, whether William, Idra, Grace, Jacqueline, or Nina, what he could do was to refuse the things the villagers sent.

This means that the things delivered to the door are easy to block, but they cannot be delivered to the door, or it is not a "thing" at all, and it is not easy to block at all...

For example, the day after Wu Qingchen began to help the villagers treat oxen, Old William led his two sons to the ground. After only half a morning of work, he met five families who "stopped by the whole family", "stopped nothing", "stopped some tools suitable for ploughing" and "stopped by the way".

For example, on the third day when Wu Qingchen began to help the villagers treat oxen, Jacquelin grabbed a sickle with his left hand, held a wooden stick with his right hand, and a string of straw ropes hanging on his shoulder. He climbed up the gentle slope behind the house, preparing to pack up the grass that had been turned into dry in the afternoon, and crossed the ridge. He had just refreshed his spirits. At first glance, he found that the slope of grass spread out at noon had disappeared. Before he could panic, he saw a series of bales of grass under his feet neatly piled up. He came to his senses. In the third glance, he counted one more bundle than when he was turned into a sun.

For example, on the fourth day when Wu Qingchen began to help the villagers treat oxen, the firewood at home was almost gone, and Little Nina went out early and walked to the forest where the manager hand drew branches and picked firewood for her home. The long sticks that slapped the branches in her hand were useless for the whole morning, and the ground had long been full of suitable dead branches.

For example...

Wait and wait...

Such situations are everywhere, and they are endless. Some of them come from the sincere gratitude of the villagers, and some of them come from the simple little speculation of the villagers. The common feature is that they are almost completely impossible to refuse.

To deal with these, Wu Qingchen had a headache. When he heard the little Nina scream, Wu Qingchen quickly blocked her while looking around quickly. He found that no one noticed her, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shh, whisper!" Even though there was no one around, Wu Qingchen lowered his voice: "Put it away quickly, don't let others see it, otherwise it will be troublesome again!"

"I know..." Little Nina stuck out her tongue, nodded her little head quickly, hid the lettuce in the bottom of her robe, picked up Wu Qingchen's tool for cow treatment, and walked forward with a light hand and foot.

"Okay! Don't need to do this! Walk honestly."

Seeing his sister deliberately pretending to be sneaky, Wu Qingchen couldn't help laughing and gently patted Xiao Nina's head.

After relaxing, his fingers that were no longer sore, he carefully lifted the wooden basket and walked to Xiao Nina. Wu Qingchen could clearly see that Xiao Nina has become much more lively these days, with a rosy complexion and a much better complexion.

This is normal. The farmer lent out three precious oxen. The family has completed all the important tasks throughout the summer. They have also taken time to finish a lot of the work they had left behind before. The father and brother had nothing to do and were in a natural mood. Of course, Little Nina is much more comfortable. Moreover, with the villagers enthusiastically helping these days, Old William and two brothers can always finish the work early and go home. The heavy work at home does not require Little Nina to work hard.

However, these are not the main reasons.

Fifty-nine visitors (Part 2)

At this time, following Xiao Nina, Wu Qingchen had already walked into the wooden house.

After two consecutive days of light rain and longer cloudy days, when I stepped into the wooden door, the damp breath came to my face. Wu Qingchen immediately stopped, his nose wings twitched slightly, looked around, and soon frowned and walked quickly to the inside of the wooden house.

"Nina, why didn't it be turned on again? You've been closed all day long, don't you feel... don't you feel... don't you feel stuffy?
To be continued...