There was a violent coughing sound in the house, and Yun Qianxun knew that this was Shui Hemiao's son.

Shui Hemiao's deceased husband was also frail and sick in the early years, and the family was dragged down poor. Now the son is sick again, and all that is left is three broken houses and this flock of sheep.

As he was talking, Shui Hemiao came out with a sharp knife and startled the three of them.

Yun Qianxun hurriedly asked, "Miao Miao, what do you want to do?"

"I said that I will make food for you, today, the whole sheep feast!"

Shui Hemiao rolled up her sleeves, revealing her thick arms, and walked into the sheepfold in a few steps, and then grabbed the horns of an old sheep and dragged it out.

"You don't have to spend so much, just eat whatever you want. Yun Qianxun hurriedly waved his hand, his family was so poor, and he had to slaughter sheep, feeling that he was here to help.

"That's right, big sister, you're welcome, we're ......"

Boom!

Before Mai Xiaoji finished speaking, the old sheep was put down by Shui He Miao, his left leg knee pressed against the sheep, his hand rose and fell, and he used a basin to catch the blood.

The three men all gasped, they had never killed a sheep, and they had never seen such a sharp attack.

"Eldest sister, you are really capable of writing and martial arts!" Mai Xiaoji praised.

"Haha, this is God's arrangement, so that I can be healthy and take care of their father and son. My man has been paralyzed in bed for three years, and if he has no strength, how can he serve him, right?"

Shui Hemiao skillfully skinned and deboned the old sheep, and called his son to help, wrapped some offal and part of the meat, wrapped three portions, and sent them to other villagers in difficulty.

Shui Hemiao's son is in worrying health, in his early twenties, and he doesn't even seem to have the strength to speak, so he does what his mother tells him to do.

"Akihara, like his father, his physique has not been good since he was a child. When I was a child, I had a lung disease, but it still hasn't been cured, and it seems to have become serious. Man is fate, I will hand him over to God, and when God takes him away, I will not complain. ”

Speaking of this, Shui Hemiao's busy movements slowed down, and the god she believed in still couldn't dispel a mother's desire to keep her son by her side for a long time.

The bonfire is set up, eating fragrant roast mutton, and a naughty child smells the fragrance and comes to him, and Shui He Miao will also generously cut a small slice for him.

Akihara had a bad appetite, ate a little tender meat, and went back to the house to lie down.

"Eldest sister, there aren't many families here, why don't you want to move to the town?" asked Mai Xiaoji.

Before saying a word, Shui Hemiao wiped his hands on his apron and said with a smile: "When I heard it, there is no shortage of money, the houses here are old and dilapidated, no one buys them at all, how expensive the houses in the town are, I heard that a set costs 100,000 yuan, it's really scary." There are dozens of families here, and they can't get out, just huddle together to keep warm. ”

"Miao Miao, what are your plans for the future?" asked Yun Qianxun.

"What do I have planned, living one day at a time! Haha, this piece is baked again, look, it's flowing oil, Xiaoji, come, here you go." ”

"Eldest sister, how did you get acquainted with Yun Qianhiro in such a blockaded village?" Kong Qun inquired.

"At that time, wasn't there a newspaper, and there were dating messages in some corners, so I tried to write a letter, but I didn't expect to return it to me! Alas, in a flash, after so many years, the mailbox is still there, but there are fewer and fewer people who write letters. ”

With the communication, Mai Xiaoji realized that people can't look good, Shui Hemiao's literary accomplishment is really not bad, and he has a large box of cheap old books.

It is worth mentioning that it is precisely because of the single life that Shui Hemiao has developed a good habit of reading, and it is also the habit of reading over and over again.

Read the book a hundred times, and the meaning will be seen by itself. Shui Hemiao said that almost all of the books in his box can be recited. Because, I really don't know how many times I've read it.

Until now, when Shui He Miao herded sheep every day, he would bring a book, even if he had memorized it backwards. And she, over the years, the happiest thing is to receive a letter from Yun Qianxun, and through his beautiful description, she can see the wonderful and colorful world outside.

"I'm ashamed, I should have written to you more. Yun Qianxun said.

"We all have our own families, and I rarely write to you. Shui Hemiao said.

"Miao Miao, my income is not high, this is 20,000 yuan......"

"Haha, how can I ask for your money, don't take it, absolutely not take it. In the future, it would be good to send me a copy of a good book. "Shui He Miao is very stubborn and resolutely does not accept money.

Yun Qianxun couldn't push her, so she had to put it away first, and Shui Hemiao said again: "I'm very happy that you can come to see me, the light is not good at night, I'll take out the stone tomorrow, and you want to help me sell some, I thank you so much." ”

"Sister, what's the book you read the most?" asked Mai Xiaoji.

The answer was to everyone's surprise, it was "The Art of War"! Shui Hemiao also improvised a few paragraphs and talked eloquently about the meanings in them, which was very practical.

"Crescent Village has buried a talented woman. Yun Qianxun sighed.

"Haha, where is it different. Shui He Miao disagreed.

"Eldest sister, why do you like to read Sun Tzu's Art of War the most?" Mai Xiaoji asked puzzled.

"Because, if you don't understand it at first, then read it over and over again, and ponder it over and over again. Later, when I met a wolf while herding sheep, I suddenly figured out that this was teaching people to use soldiers to fight!"

Everyone laughed, and it was the first time they had heard of the true meaning of the art of war when they were herding sheep.

"Don't laugh, don't you have to take care of people and sheep? If you herd sheep, you have to find out their temper, otherwise they won't listen to you, isn't that knowing yourself and knowing your opponent? Another example is when you encounter a wolf, if it's a wolf, you can try to fight, if it's a wolf, you can kill it, if it's a wolf pack, then run away. It is clearly written in the art of war that the enemy can fight, if there is little, he can escape, and if he is not, he can avoid it. Also, there are always some extremely disobedient people in the flock, so make it difficult for it, let it experience the feeling of sinking to death and then being born, and in the future, it will become well-behaved. ”

"Which one should we use for this old sheep we eat in our mouths?" Yun Qianxun asked jokingly, pointing to the roast sheep.

"You will die, but you can kill it!" Shui He Miao opened his mouth and came.

"You don't understand this correctly, the meaning of the book is that it is not advisable to fight hard. Yun Qianxun corrected.

"This sheep is already old, and it still pushes me with its horns, and it has long wanted to kill and eat meat. ”

"Haha, it's still because I'm hungry!"

It's a pleasure to chat with Shui Hemiao, and she also likes to listen to the stories in the world of flowers, as if she has also experienced it herself.

The bonfire has dimmed, with the help of the afterglow, Shui Hemiao arranged accommodation, tonight she and her son in a room, three men, squeezed for one night.

I can't see my fingers, the night here is very thorough, and the three big men are squeezed into a bed, you can imagine that scene, as embarrassing as it is.

Kong Qun proposed to sleep on the ground, but unfortunately Shui Hemiao did not have extra bedding at home, so he could only come back and squeeze it again.