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Every family has hoarded some medicinal herbs, but it doesn't mean that there are many, and they have to keep some spare for themselves, and it is impossible to give them all to Zhang Sickle.

Zhang had to travel almost all over the village to get enough medicinal materials.

As soon as this was done, it naturally alarmed the entire village.

Especially the village chief, who has always been more supportive of Zhang Sickle, immediately panicked when he saw that he asked for so many medicinal materials.

The first place Zhang Sickle arrived at was the village chief's house, so the village chief knew that he wanted hemostatic medicine.

Originally, I thought that Zhang Sickle had suffered some minor injuries, but I didn't think much about it, after all, as a hunter, injuries were a common thing.

But when someone came to him and asked him why he asked for so many hemostatic drugs, he was a little worried.

Isn't the sickle badly wounded and quietly hiding? I'm afraid he's worried.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't put his mind at ease and hurried to the south of the village.

Several villagers also came to join in the fun.

"Scythe! Sickle! The village elders yelled from afar.

Zhang Sickle was staying in the room, hesitating how to drug such a woman covered in blood.

When I heard the sound outside, I was shocked, and the herbs in my hand fell down at once, and landed on the chest of the bloody woman on the bed.

"Yikes!" Zhang Sickle looked at the green medicine ball with remorse, sighed, looked around again, and hurriedly picked up the green herb and put it aside like a thief.

"Scythe, are you there?" The village chief shouted loudly outside the fence.

It seemed that he was afraid that his body would be too weak and fainted.

Zhang Sickle touched his head and sighed, the village chief was making a fuss again. Ay!

But he couldn't blame the village chief.

He was an orphan, and he didn't know where he came from, and he couldn't remember the past.

One winter, when it was so cold, he fell asleep in the haystack in the yard of the village chief's house, and the next morning when the village chief took the grass to make a fire, he found a half-grown boy hidden in the haystack of his house.

At that time, the village chief still had a sickle in his hand, which he used to cut the grass that could not be pulled out.

At that time, the haystack could not be pulled out because it was pressed by Zhang's sickle, and the village chief thought that the grass was frozen, so he dug a few times with the sickle, and then heard a scream in the haystack, and a bloody man jumped out.

It would be an exaggeration to say that it was bloody, this was what the village chief said at the time. In fact, the sickle made two cuts on Zhang's arm, and some blood came out, but it was not serious.

This frightened the village chief and hurriedly drugged him.

Later, he learned about Zhang Sickle's background, and then saw that he was as big as the kid in his own family, but he was skinny and not half as heavy as his kid, so he felt some pity for Zhang Sickle.

He thought that if he didn't help the child, the child would probably die this winter.

The village chief also knew that there were many such children in this world, and he couldn't help them at all, and he didn't have the ability to help.

But this one, he saw it and touched it, and he couldn't bear not to help.

He is the head of the village, but in fact he is not much better than ordinary villagers, he can only say that he can eat more than ordinary villagers.

So he discussed with his mother-in-law to save some rations and give Zhang a sickle to eat, so that he could survive the cold winter.

At the beginning of spring, he gave him the name Zhang Sickle, and at the same time helped to send him to a lonely old hunter.

It can not only allow the hunter to have someone who can support his old age, but also allow Zhang Sickle to learn the craft.

This is the method of the village chief, who leases the fields of the nearby Zhuangzi. Although I don't get a lot from growing it myself, I can still earn a year's worth of food with some hard work.

But it was only the beginning of the year, and Zhang Sickle had no rations to survive until the end of the year.

After all, the village chief still has his own family, and it is impossible to raise a half-grown boy for nothing.

As the saying goes, half the size eats the poor.

Even if the village chief was willing, his mother-in-law would not agree. They have two sons of their own.

So the village chief finally thought of a way, that is, to let Zhang Sickle follow Lao Zhang Orion. At the same time, he also helped to put Zhang Sickle's household registration under Zhang Orion's name. Of course, this money was paid by Zhang Orion himself.

Zhang Orion had a mother-in-law when he was young, but he hurt his face because of an injury, so no one wanted to marry him, and he himself didn't want a mother-in-law with a broken mouth and little ability, so he was always single. If you really have any needs, go to Goolan and take a trip, a few coppers are enough.

So when he was old and had no son under his knees, Zhang Orion had always been a little weak-hearted, worried that no one would fall after he died.

At this moment, the village chief sent him a half-sized son at once, but he was so happy that he was registered and settled down the next day.

Later, the village chief has been more or less helping Zhang with the sickle, which is better than facing his own son.

Let his own sons often sigh that if it weren't for Zhang Sickle's relatively tall appearance, he wouldn't be from their side at first glance, and they would all wonder if Zhang Sickle was the illegitimate son of the village chief outside.

Actually, they were joking.

Because they themselves know that the village chief is not getting better and better for Zhang Sickle for no reason.

But Zhang Sickle is a grateful person, since he followed Zhang Orion and was able to hunt some small animals, he had to send some hares and pheasants to the village chief's house every few days.

Although they are not particularly large prey, they are considered to be the first thing in the countryside.

And no matter what the village chief said, Zhang Sickle was sent correctly, and it was sent for six or seven years, and it was never cut off.

Why don't you make the village chief feel sorry for this? Just helped him, and he got such a long-term favor, he felt that Zhang Sickle, this kid, was too solid.

So I couldn't help but help, worried that he, an honest man, would be bullied.

The village chief's mother-in-law also has an excellent face to Zhang Sickle, and often sends a few handfuls of greens or a piece of tofu over, these are small things, but they are also a love, and the feelings on both sides are getting deeper and deeper.

asked the village chief's family to go up the mountain and down the river to do everything, and Zhu Aniu, the son of Zhu Aniu, bowed down to Zhang Sickle and got along with him very well.

No, the thought that Zhang Sickle might have been injured again like last time, the village chief's heart was so anxious that his mouth was foaming.

"Scythe, scythe, are you there? Are you still awake? The village chief yelled, and his voice could be faintly heard on the other side of the village.

"Uncle Village, don't worry, I'm fine." Zhang Sickle hurriedly opened the door and came out.

He believed that if he came out one step too late, his fence might have to be torn down.

He opened the fence to let the village chief and the villagers who followed him in.

"Uncle Village, why are you here? Is there something going on? He asked.

The village elder frowned dissatisfiedly, "Can't I come over?" ”

He looked at Zhang Sickle left and right, "You kid is honest, have you been seriously injured?" How did I smell such a strong smell of medicine? ”

His nose moved, and he leaned a little closer to Zhang's body, feeling the smell of hemostatic grass around his nose even stronger.

Zhang Sickle shook his head and jumped twice on the spot, "I'm fine, Uncle Village, you see I'll be fine if I jump a hundred more times." ”

(To be continued.) )