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In fact, it was also the first meeting between the sixth son, the third son, and the night and the gentleman.

Although at that time, Jiangye was not called Jiangye, he was still a fool who sat on the stone mill in a daze every day, and because he was sick and hungry, he fainted.

Xiaofang Village has a new resident in this way.

She lives alone in the mountains, living in groups, but she attracts the attention of many people.

The villagers knew her surname Feng, but they didn't know her specific name. It's just that I know that she can not only rejuvenate her hands, but also have a wide range of knowledge. Even the wisest elders in the village are willing to listen to her advice when they encounter problems.

Slowly, fewer and fewer people wondered where she came from, what her identity was, and what her name was. Because her surname is Feng, she also opened a school in the village to teach people to read and write for free, so the village respects her as "Mr. Feng" regardless of men, women and children.

The villagers who have not been out of the house for many years do not know that there are no female gentlemen in the world, but so what's the matter, the title has been settled.

The heat still clings to the mountains, and even though the huts are hidden under the shadows of the trees, the heat does not weaken in the slightest.

"You first ~ "

"You first ~ "

"You first ~ "

was pushing, but the closed eyes were awakened by the noise.

"It's coming—"

I opened my eyes and looked at the figures pushing each other in front of me, and said.

"Sir. ”

The noise subsided suddenly, and the three children said in unison.

"Not bad. Today's face finally remembers to be washed. I looked at the three children's clean and immature eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction.

The three children's faces turned red when they heard this, and they stood there a little uneasy.

"There are no classes today. What is the matter with you coming up?"

I got up from the chair under the tree, walked over, touched the head of the little third son, and asked everyone.

"It's fine. I | Milk | Grandma said, let me come up and see if Mr. needs any help, come and help. ”

The six sons took the lead and squeezed their eyebrows at the other two.

"That's what your family says the same?"

I pretended not to see Rokuko's movements and asked.

The mud monkey and the little third son immediately nodded again and again, their expressions extremely sincere and sincere.

"Okay. Then I really need your help with something. ”

I was silent for a moment, my eyes swept over the chopped and dried herbs, and an idea came to mind.

The three children looked at me expectantly, their eyes as clear as a spring gliding over the rocks.

"Come, let the gentleman examine your hands. ”

Six clean little hands stretched out, and at the same time, there were three puzzled eyes.

"Nice and clean. ”

After looking at it carefully for a while, I pointed to a stream outside the courtyard and said, "Go wash your hands a few more times, and then come to help." ”

"Sir, I have scrubbed it several times with soap horn and it is already very clean. The little third son stretched out his hand in front of me with some grievances and said.

"Me too. The mud monkey was a little ashamed and said with a stiff neck.

Liuzi didn't say a word on the side, but subconsciously retracted his hand and rubbed it on his shirt a few times.

"It was very clean. But the weather is very hot, and you have sweaty palms along the way, and the next thing you have to help is a big thing, and you can't be sloppy at all. I touched the head of the little third son and said with a smile.

"What's the big deal?" the mud monkey's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his curiosity came up, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

"Confidentiality for the time being. Let's go wash our hands first. I said.

"Do you want to wash it too, sir?" asked Rokuko, looking at the silver-haired woman's snow-like skin.

Grandma said that the gentleman knew at a glance that it was from a good family. How so?

If nothing else, let's just say that the hand is white and clean, like a peeled onion root, and the tender can pinch out water. If you do the same work as us, it can't be the same as the hands of the village girls?

At this moment, Liuzi looked at the hands that stretched out into the stream and stirred the waves, and suddenly remembered his grandmother's words, isn't it like a green onion?

Grandma described it really aptly.

Liuzi thought.

He looked down at the few small cuts on his hands, as well as the scars that had grown over time, and couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority that was low to dust again.

After washing their hands, the gentleman handed them a soft handkerchief and let them wipe their hands clean, and then in the shade of the tree in front of the cabin, everyone began to sort the medicinal herbs and put them into palm-sized burlap bags one by one.

"Sir, what kind of medicine is this?"

While sorting, asking questions and teaching at the same time, everyone was busy learning at the same time.

By the time the twilight was dark, they had filled a bunch of small pockets.

Although it was busy, everyone's interest was high.

Especially the little third son, on the way down the mountain, he has been excitedly repeating what he has learned today.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and moved the small bags that were piled up in the courtyard into the house. Next, just the last process can be distributed.

I was about to get the remaining medicinal herbs, but I saw a lonely figure standing at the door.

The golden light spread out behind him, making his shadow stretched by the afterglow of the setting sun for a long time, which not only did not make people feel that he was tall, but set off his loneliness.

Looking at the silver-haired woman who had half a foot on it, he stretched out his hand.

It was a pair of hands that weren't very clean.

At least in the eyes of women.

It was covered with scars, and there were many gray mosses that grew on the skin—it was the dirt of the old years.

This immediately reminds people of a metaphor, those hands give people the feeling that they are like rags that have been used for many years and cannot be cleaned.

"Washed. ”

The child spoke briefly, and then, without waiting for the woman's reaction, walked straight to the last basket that had not been put away and squatted down, and then cast his slightly dull but somewhat expectant gaze on the woman.

Although he did not continue to speak, although his gaze was not moving, it did not prevent the woman from understanding what he meant.

Is this a small pocket to hold medicine? He wants to help?

After looking at the squatting child for a while, the silver-haired woman finally remembered. The person in front of him was the child who passed out on the first day of entering the village.

They called him a fool

The silver-haired woman didn't know about the superfluous situation. All she knew was that she had come here to find someone, and that person was only that age, but she had seen all the children in the village, but none of them were the ones she was looking for.

She always thought that something was wrong, although she didn't show it on her face, she was very anxious in her heart.

The appearance of the child in front of her gave her a faint hope.

"Washed. ”

Seeing that the silver-haired woman did not react for a long time, the fool wiped his hand vigorously on his clothes several times, and stretched out his palm again.

This time, the palm is upward.

The silver-haired woman looked at the stubborn child with a smile and said softly, "There is another one......