After the frolic, Mingluo finally calmed down and looked at Ziyu seriously.

"Why is my daughter's family doing this rough work?" There was some grumbling in his tone.

"What did you say before?"

Ziyu pursed his lips, learned the appearance of Mingluo when he got up the morning before yesterday, closed his eyes and shook his head: "Oh, the spring rain under God is the well-being of all things, if the seedlings can be drenched, they can ensure the autumn harvest, if they can't be drenched, either the millet is thin and thin, or the grains are not harvested, and when the time comes, I'm afraid I won't even be able to eat." ”

"That being said...... "Mingluo supports his forehead.

"You slept so late yesterday, and this morning you were tormented by nightmares, how can people let you go to work again?" Ziyu pursed his lips and looked at Mingluo pitifully, with a touch of tenderness and distress in the depths of his eyes.

"Thank you." Mingluo's little daughter was stunned for a while.

"Do you need to thank me?" Ziyu smiled gently, "Today, you can go home and rest, there is me here, and I am not very tired of planting rice, you can rest assured." ”

Mingluo shook his head and sighed, "If I still need a woman's help for this little work, then my skin might as well be cut into a young child shape with a knife." ”

"Get up, I'll come." Mingluo forcefully snatched the things from Ziyu's hand, and then untied the bamboo basket on her back, "Go and think about what to eat today, and tell me when you think about it." ”

Ziyu was forcibly pushed out of the field by him, and stood beside him with snow-white feet stained with some mud, and his mouth was pouting.

"You want to teach me how to make a vase?" She muttered uncontrollably.

"Didn't you say that you would be taught to contempt bamboo and female red." Mingluo said: "What, forgot?" ”

"I don't think you're free every day." Ziyu snorted: "Just teach me to eat and sleep." ”

"That's not good?"

"Not good!"

"Why?" Mingluo was stunned.

"If you keep raising you, it's too useless." Ziyu pursed his mouth, "I've got to help you something." ”

"Learn from bamboo and female red." Mingluo winked at her and smiled.

"You...!" The fish stomped his feet angrily.

"Huh? Xiao Luozi, will you despise bamboo and female red? A person next to him suddenly accosted.

"yes, what's wrong?" Mingluo turned his head and asked.

"I've known you for so long, and I don't know yet." The man laughed, "Bragging." ”

"Bragging?" Mingluo said disdainfully: "Which of the bamboo utensils at home was not made by me, and which fabric was not made by me, otherwise, you gave it to me?" ”

"Okay, good, just think you're doing it." The man relented, "Then who taught you?" ”

"Uncle Qin Yi." Mingluo said strangely: "Who else in this village will do these two things besides him?" ”

"Hey, don't take it to your uncle." Qin Yi next to him immediately shirked when he heard this: "Uncle is a martial artist, since he came down from the guards of the City God Temple, he has been in this kind of field, this finger is so thick that he can't even hold the pen, where can there be any craftsman and female red, Xiaoluo, you don't want to make such a joke." ”

"Hahaha, uncle, as soon as this word spreads, your house will be lively tomorrow." Everyone around him laughed.

"Uncle, obviously you taught me, you still beat me when I did something wrong, why don't you admit it?" Mingluo frowned.

“… Well, Uncle taught you. Qin Yi sighed, "You kid, there must be a limit to what you say, and you need to pay attention to proportions when speaking in front of people in the future." ”

"Can be ......" Mingluo took a step forward.

"Don't mention it again, so as not to laugh at it." Qin Yi waved his hand and buried himself in farming.

When Mingluo went home, his mind was full of chaos. The words that Qin Yi said to the surrounding villagers were like thorns, rooted in his heart.

"Come, I'll teach you how to split the sliver." Mingluo sat on the bamboo chair in a trance, picked up the knife absentmindedly, and stood a bamboo in front of him.

Seeing this, Ziyu was busy and sat obediently on the side.

"When splitting, you must do it in one go, the knife must be straight, the hand must be steady, the force must be even, and it will be done to the end." Mingluo muttered, "Look at ......"

"Wait!" Ziyu suddenly stopped Mingluo.

"I've seen my father chop, and that's not how his hand is placed." Ziyu pointed to Mingluo's hand holding the bamboo, and whispered: "In this way, the knife will be cut down the bamboo skin, and it will be cut to the hand......"

"Ah, I know." Mingluo nodded and placed his hand on the edge of the bamboo.

Seeing this, Ziyu opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't speak.

"Click"

The knife slashed down, and Mingluo seemed to condense all the anger and depression contained in his chest on this knife.

Almost half of the bamboo was chopped by him.

The incision was rough and crooked, Ziyu saw it in his eyes, and then looked at Mingluo, who was full of stunned eyes, and a sigh sounded in his heart.

"No, it's not." Mingluo took a deep breath, "This knife didn't cut well, come again." ”

Press the knife on the tip of the remaining half of the bamboo, Mingluo pressed the back of the knife with the thumb of his left hand, and the remaining four fingers held the bamboo, holding the knife in his right hand, and his forearm was slightly forced.

"Click"

The knife is so sharp, Mingluo's finger pressed, and the blade seemed to come alive along the lines of the bamboo, and his forearm was slightly forced, and with a crisp sound, the remaining half of the bamboo was also cleaved.

"Your mantra is correct, and your technique is probably right, but why is the strength so bad." Ziyu frowned and said: "But I saw the bamboo bed you hit with my own eyes, and I peeked at the leopard in the tube, and your chopping method should not be bad." ”

"I don't know." Mingluo looked at the three pieces of waste bamboo lying on the ground and muttered.

"It's not a problem with bamboo." Ziyu got up and said, "I will choose bamboo, and I will go to the village to help you find a few good materials." ”

“…… Well. Mingluo nodded indifferently.

"Wait until I get back." Ziyu put on his coat and handed Mingluo a reassuring look before closing the door.

Mingluo nodded absentmindedly, picked up the knife, and placed it on the whetstone......

By the time he regained consciousness, it was getting late.

The knife in his hand had been sharpened by him, and even the candle flame in the room was faintly almost extinguished.

"What about people?" Mingluo muttered.

Blowing out the candles, Mingluo put on his shoes and pushed the wooden door open, the bright starry night with the clear sound of insects made Mingluo's mood slightly better.

"Whew..."Taking a deep breath, Mingluo turned around and closed the door.

"This girl, don't you work stupidly in the middle of the night." Mingluo muttered as he walked in the direction of ploughing the field.

On the road, there are few houses lit with candles, but at such an hour on weekdays, the alleys should be full of people returning from farming.

Frowning deeply, Mingluo continued to move forward, and the strange atmosphere around him seemed to turn into vines, slowly climbing into his heart.

100 meters ahead, the moon is in the sky, and the stars are like silver. 100 meters back, night owls, frogs and cicadas.

After walking another hundred meters, his eyes suddenly opened up, and a corpse lying on the ground with a twisted form, almost like a knife, pierced his eyes.

"Son... Fish...? Mingluo's body shook, and he had seen this scene in his dream......

"No... No, it must be ......a dream," Mingluo muttered, his body rushing into the field like a mad bull, completely ignoring the fact that all the seedlings along the way were crushed by him.

The corpse of the ionic fish lying on the ground was getting closer and closer, and when he was about to get closer, Mingluo saw Ziyu's bloodless pretty face and the distracted eyes......