"Uncle Hai, no one ......is coming" Before the stone approached Uncle Hai, he squatted down facing the wall and curled up in a ball, like a child who had made a mistake.

Xiao Min also walked over, stretched out his hand and skillfully stroked Uncle Hai's head and back, and said softly: "Uncle, don't worry, no one comes to see the doctor." He's a stone, he's here to play with you. ”

Uncle Hai's teeth trembled, his speech was slurred, and he muttered, "Don't see a doctor...... ...... not seeing a doctor"

"Okay, okay, don't see a doctor." Xiao Min whispered reassuring until Uncle Hai calmed down.

That night, Xiao Min and Uncle Hai slept in the two inner rooms, and the stone lay on a straw mat laid for him by Xiao Min in the outer room. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he got up, pushed the door open and walked out.

Outside the door, the moonlight sprinkled on the front yard like a waterfall. Those strange flowers and plants may not be able to sleep, bathed in silver-gray light, some of them talk to each other, and some of them bow their heads and think about their thoughts.

Two naked dung beetles clad in stars and moons, working together to push a ball of cow dung, their metallic bellies glistening in the moonlight.

The stone nose, who had never been sentimental, was sour, and almost shed tears for their sincere cooperation.

Thinking back on what happened in the past two days, he infinitely sighed with emotion that the rivers and lakes that he was fascinated by were not only exciting heroes and chivalry, but also sinister and impermanent.

Are Shi Shazhu and Nong Qingyun really complete scum as he originally thought?

The little beggar also has some point. Zen Master Zhiyin is already a dying old man, how much time can he still live in this world? What hope did he have of finding his daughter? Is it best for him to let him die with regret like this?

The lie is for Nong Qingyun to get the Shennong whip, so what is it for Shi Shazhu?

Zhiyin has been his friend for more than 20 years, how could he harm Zhiyin?

Of course, he hopes that Zhiyin will be good, and he hopes that Zhiyin will have a little joy in the last days of his old age. Even if there is deception behind this joy, as long as you know the truth without knowing it, joy is joy.

Shi forgave Master Shi Shazhu, but for Nong Qingyun, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

He was completely sure that Nong Qingyun was a selfish and vicious person, and he would do whatever it took to get Shennong's whip, and he could even kill Zhiyin.

In order to remove obstacles, he has already killed stones. The most worrying thing for Shi is that the little beggar is actually Nong Qingyun's accomplice. How could he believe that the little beggar who had been his brother and sister in the past two months had been so ruthless.

He kicked twice on the ground, and the flying sand and rocks alarmed the nocturnal birds hiding in the shadows, and the sound of a few rapid flapping of wings indicated that they were rapidly evading the danger zone. Soon everything was calm again.

The stone crouched down and patted the sand from a small purple flower in shame.

"Xiaohua, what's your name? How come I never met you? The purple color of the floret is even thicker, and it seems to introduce itself in the language of the stone's confusion.

"Oh," the stone replied positively, "what disease can you cure?" Headache or stomach ache? ”

Xiaohua swayed unexpectedly, as if showing off triumphantly.

"Hehe, look at your pride! Uncle Hai is very good to you, right? He takes care of you every day? Now he's sick......"

Stone was saddened, and although he had never been in contact with a crazy person before, he knew that the feeling of not knowing anyone and remembering anything must be very bad.

The stone froze in front of the purple flowers for a while, and was hurried back into the house by the cool breeze.

He had just laid down when there was a sound of rustling in the back room.

Someone came out of it, and he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, listening intently to the movement around him.

The man seemed to stand on tiptoe, walked lightly, took something from the outside, and opened the door carefully, and closed it from the outside, until at last there was no sound.

Stone quickly got up and pushed the door open. The door was empty, and the small purple flowers shivered in the cold wind.

He went back to the house, lit the candle, and turned around, and soon found that the brightest brass rod in the whole room in the corner of the wall was missing.

He was so frightened that he thought there was a burglar in the house, and as soon as he opened his mouth to call, he realized that the burglar should not have come out of the back room. He covered his mouth and walked lightly inside.

Two rooms side by side, one on the left and one on the right. He first looked at the left room, where Uncle Hai was sleeping soundly, making a dull snoring sound. He looked again at the right room, and it was empty.

His palms began to sweat.

It was Xiao Min who went out just now? What is she doing when she goes out with Uncle Hai's copper rod so late? Did she do something unsightly behind Uncle Hai's back? Shall I tell Uncle Hai quickly?

These absurd thoughts flashed through his mind, and the silence of the night forced him to come to his senses with solemnity.

He knocked on his head and laughed at his groundless delusional speculation that he was being persecuted by Nong Qingyun's sinister persecution.

Xiao Min and Nong Qingyun are obviously two types of people, she is kind and enthusiastic, and takes care of Uncle Hai without complaints, how can she harm him?

Uncle Hai has become a madman who can't take care of himself, who would bother to think about a person who has no use value?

He returned to his straw mat and lay down quietly, trying to dismiss the unreasonable speculations, and before he knew it, he fell into a twisty and bizarre sleep.

At the top of a slope, two co-working lateral nude dung beetles smile delightfully as they look down the difficult path they have traversed.

Before the smile faded, one of the naked dung beetles suddenly jumped onto the ball of cow dung and clung to the object beneath it with its powerful jagged forefeet, trying to claim it for itself.

The other naked dung beetle, panicking at the betrayal of its companions, raises its tentacles to defend the fruits of its hard work.

However, the heavens have endowed it with flawless working skills, but it has deprived it of the endowment of foresight and the ability to conquer cities.

After a fierce battle, it was alone with mutilated limbs, staring indifferently at the lonely starry sky, and its shining armor eclipsed.

The next day, when the stone woke up, the hut had already sent away the gentle moonlight and ushered in the brilliant sun.

He rubbed his eyes and dragged his not yet fully awake body to stagger to the right side of the back room.

Xiao Min was hunched over to clean the house, and when she saw her blurred back, the stone in the heart of the stone fell to the ground.

"Xiaomin!" His emotions were stirring up in vain, and his throat, which had not yet been opened, was a little hoarse.

Xiao Min turned around and looked at the stone in a panic: "What are you doing?" What's wrong? ”

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay......" Stone quickly turned around and stretched to hide his embarrassment, "I...... Just came to say hello to you, I slept so well last night, thank you! ”

"Thank me for what? Hehe, thank you for the mat, it was made by Uncle Hai, using the softest grass in this valley. ”

"Oh! I'll see Uncle Hai go! ”

Uncle Hai was still asleep, and Stone saw a wall full of books in his room.

Usually he hates books the most, and when he sees them, he will slip away. The study at home is the only place he doesn't want to go, and reading is the happiest thing for him, because he feels that someone is helping him do the most tiring thing in the world.

But in this place thousands of miles away from home, he suddenly realized that books were not as hateful as they used to be, maybe no one forced him to read, or maybe it was the tricks that cultivated his character of focusing on things.

The books on the walls were separated by layers of rudimentary shelves, some yellowed, some with feathers to mark important content, some not fully inserted for ready access, each one seemed to have been read several times.

"Shennong's Materia Medica?" Shi Shi saw that there was a half-foot-thick book in the most conspicuous place that was difficult for people not to notice, and he leaned closer, "Isn't this the book of Shennong Palace?" How is it here in Uncle Hai? ”

Shi has seen this book, and in the "Shennong Taste Poison Assessment", each of the disciples of Shennong Palace is holding a copy of "Shennong's Materia Medica". Yongmen Guang, who thought that he had a chance to have a deep friendship, once introduced the situation of Shennong Palace to him in detail, and naturally mentioned this book.

"Shennong's Materia Medica" can be regarded as the basic theoretical book for the disciples of Shennong Palace, from the first day they entered the palace began to learn "Shennong's Materia Medica", and they will not let go of it at any advanced stage, even the palace master Nong Qingyun has to read it from time to time.

It not only has the most basic theories, which is an indispensable book for laying down the basic skills of medicine, but also progresses layer by layer, leading learners to move towards deeper and deeper theories, improving the level of medicine and pharmacy, and even worthy of a learner to learn it throughout his life.

It can provide basic support for state-of-the-art theories, and repeated research on it often leads to new research results.

"Oh, is it? I don't know. Do you know a lot about medical books? Xiao Min heard the stone talking to himself and walked in.

"I don't know, hehe, I just heard about it."

"Uncle Hai used to read here in addition to seeing a doctor. No one reads these books now, but I dust them every day, lest Uncle Hai come to his senses and blame me when he sees his precious books so dirty. ”

Xiao Min picked up the feather duster on the side and gently brushed the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Wu Pu's Materia Medica", "Drinking and Eating is Coming", "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Qianjinfang", ......

After Uncle Hai woke up, he walked to the front yard silently and squatted on the ground to play with the flowers and plants. Memories are gone, and everything he does is just habit.

These flowers and plants have lived up to his careless care, and they are thriving, looking forward to one day being used to treat diseases and save people, and play an immeasurable value.

After the flowers and plants were nourished, Uncle Hai walked into the house, picked up the copper rod, and sat on the wooden bench.

"Hai, what is Uncle Hai going to do?" Stone is worried, fearing that an unreasonable person will do unexpected harm if he picks up a stick.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, he just wipes it. Every day he was like this, when he got up, he would take care of the flowers and plants, and then wipe the copper rod. He couldn't remember what the flowers and the rod were for, but it was something he used to do every day, and he still kept it. ”

Xiao Min handed Uncle Hai a piece of cloth, staring at Uncle Hai's old and wrinkled hands motionlessly.