"What is he doing?" Stone is worried that Uncle Hai will hurt him and wants to rush into the house to stop him.

Qingmin let out another "Shhhh And irresistible force sent him away.

Stone was puzzled by Qing Min's unusually strange behavior, and he didn't understand what Uncle Hai had to see in his childish tossing of the copper rod.

They crouched behind a large tree and stared intently until Uncle Hai's enthusiasm for the copper rod had completely diminished and he left it in the cold.

During this period, in order to see more clearly and squat comfortably, Shi once proposed that they move from behind the big tree to the front of the big tree, but Qing Min sternly refused.

Stone wondered for a new question—how could a madman have the ability to see through the fire and discover the prying eyes of others?

Qing Min observed Uncle Hai, Stone observed Qing Min, and before getting up, Qing Min explained the ambush that was enough to make his legs and feet sore.

After lunch, Seok asks Qingmin to continue to introduce him to the other four patients.

"You won't tell me anything, and I won't tell you anymore." Qingmin grasped the capital of exchange.

"What do you want to know?"

"What did you find when you went to Uncle Geng's house?"

"Oh, that's what you're talking about, he's weird."

"Well, and then what?"

"That second aunt Geng is dead, and the child is not sad at all......"

"People cannot be resurrected from death, and people cannot always live in the past."

"That's not right! When Aunt Geng mentioned Qiu'er's death, Aunt Geng not only did not feel sad, but said, 'You can't curse ......' She didn't finish speaking, what is the curse? I think what she was going to say was, 'You can't curse Qiu'er. ’”

Qingmin tilted her head and ruffled her hair, recalling the scene full of gunsmoke. Soon, it dawned on her: "You are so careful, I didn't even notice it at the time, she did say that." Qiu'er didn't die? Impossible, right? How can such a big thing be used to deceive people? ”

"Just guessing."

"I'll tell Uncle Hai!"

"No, Qingmin, it's just a guess, don't tell Uncle Hai for the time being!"

"Oh, then this is really a major discovery, if Qiu'er really didn't die, Uncle Hai would have been saved!"

"Well, tell me about the rest of the house, maybe we can find something more important."

"Let's go, go to Uncle Wu's house, let's talk as we go!" Qingmin was full of energy, took the initiative to lead the way, and in the face of major survey results, he completely changed his frustrated mentality of being powerless.

"Uncle Wu also lives on the east side of Honesty Valley, which is closest to us. Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu are particularly affectionate. I heard Uncle Hai say that when he came to their house to see a doctor, Aunt Wu always took care of Uncle Wu every step of the way, and even ate his meals. Their child is five or six years old, and his name is Little Egg. Don't look at his young age, he is sensible, and he can always help his mother feed the geese and wash the rice. ”

"What kind of disease does Uncle Wu have?"

"I heard Uncle Hai say it's back gangrene. Here it is. Qing Min pointed to a house with blue tiles and white walls, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Uncle Wu! ”

There was no one in the yard, and a few geese "clucked" and responded happily to Qingmin.

"Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu may be in the back room, let's go in and have a look." The two walked towards the courtyard, and Qingmin continued to shout: "Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu!" ”

A little boy of five or six years old came out of the back room carrying a basket, his red cheeks bearing the marks of winter chilblains.

"Sister Xiaomin, are you looking for my father?" He had a milky voice and carried a bamboo basket in his hand.

"Is your father here?" Qingmin stepped forward and squatted down and held the boy's small hand.

"My father and mother are not at home, my father went to work in the fields, and my mother went to the market to sell vegetables."

"Work? Your father is sick, why is he still working? ”

"My mother said that the vegetables in the field have long been cooked, and if you don't cut them, they will be bad, and you can't sell them for money." Little Egg pulled out his hand and walked towards the door, the basket in his hand made a "clang" sound, and a faded flower cloth covered the contents of the basket.

"Where are you going, little egg? Don't break things! Qingmin stepped forward and lifted the basket: "I'll help you carry it, where do you want to mention?" ”

"I'm going to the field to find Daddy, here's lunch for him."

"Little Dan is so sensible." Qing Min touched Xiao Dan's head lovingly, "I can help my father and mother at such a young age." ”

"I'll do it myself, sister." The little egg reached for the basket, but did not reach the handle of the basket, but ripped off the cloth covering the basket. Inside the basket was a notched porcelain bowl with two steamed buns, some pickles, and two pieces of goose meat.

"Hahaha, the little egg will be enough for the basket next year!" Qingmin picked up the flower cloth and covered it on the basket.

Xiaodan patted his chest and said, "Sister, I'm a little man, I will soon be able to help my father farm and my mother sell vegetables." ”

"Hahaha, the little egg is really capable."

"Sister, I'll go and deliver food to my father by myself."

"Sister help you."

"Thank you, sister, I can go myself." The little egg waited for Qingmin to hand the basket into his hands.

"Give it to him, see if you still rob the child!" The stone smiled, and a look of knowledge appeared on his face again.

"How can I ......?"

"Alright, alright, let's go to the next one." The stone pulled Qingmin and walked out.

"Got another harvest?" Qingmin stared at the stone's face, full of anticipation.

"I'll talk about it later."

They walked through two meadows, around a pond, and came to the door of another sick family.

"This is Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang's house. Uncle Zhang's typhoid fever is really fierce enough, and I heard Uncle Hai say that he has been coughing up blood. The door was open, and the smell of wine came to my nose.

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, you are busy!" Qingmin was just as enthusiastic when she saw everyone.

"Wow, it smells so good!" The stone sniffed, and suddenly remembered that the danger of a few days ago was in the wine, and the fragrance turned into a bitter taste that induced vomiting.

"I'm steaming wine." Aunt Zhang was brushing the pot, and the bottom of the pot was as bright as her oiled hair.

"You see that this Chung Yeung Festival is coming soon, and the wine brewed last month has now been fermented, so it's fragrant!"

Uncle Zhang was triumphant, his unkempt hair like dead grass at the bottom of a well, and a few grains of glutinous rice stuck to the sloppy stubble, bouncing up and down as his mouth opened and closed.

"This wine must be cleaned before steaming, just afraid of salt and oil, stained with a little oil and salt, this pot of wine may be wasted."

Uncle Zhang poured half a pot of water into the pot as he spoke, then put a triangular wooden frame, put a grate covered with dense pores on top of the tripod wooden frame, and finally put the fermented glutinous rice on top of the grate.

He squints his eyes at each object and makes a detailed visual inspection from the side, and when he notices a slight tilt, he makes self-righteous adjustments.

"Xiao Min, you see, if you add a grate to cook, you won't stick to the pot. This water, the best water in the whole valley, the well on the west side. The wine made from the water there tastes so sweet. "Uncle Zhang is more enthusiastic about introducing than doing.

"Uncle, you're amazing! Authentic connoisseurs, this whole grain wine is the best taste in your home! ”

"Hehehe!" Uncle Zhang smiled heartily, because he won the praise he couldn't get from his wife, and he generously promised, "Xiaomin, I'll teach you to make wine in the future!" ”

"Uncle, how is your illness?" Qingmin suddenly asked, and Aunt Zhang hurriedly gave Uncle Zhang a panicked look. Uncle Zhang coughed twice, immediately lost the joy of brewing, and reached out to pick up the lid of the pot and cover it.

"Xiaomin, this time our family has suffered. It wasn't a serious illness, but after treating Uncle Hai, he fell ill and couldn't get out of bed for a few days. Xiaomin, I don't blame Uncle Hai, but he really doesn't know how to see a doctor! ”

"No," Qing Min waved her hands anxiously, and with the reasonable speculation that the stone was still alive, she had confidence, "Uncle Hai is very skilled in medicine, there must be something wrong with this." Rest assured, we will find out. ”

"Xiao Min," Aunt Zhang put down the rag in her hand, dragged Xiao Min aside, and asked in a voice that she thought others couldn't hear, "Who is this son?" ”

"Oh, he's a friend of mine, from outside the valley, he's a good person, Aunt Zhang don't worry."

Qing Min's words did not dispel Aunt Zhang's concerns, and her voice became smaller and smaller: "Xiao Min, although Uncle Hai treats you like his own father, he treats your Uncle Zhang's illness more and more seriously, this is a fact, what else is there to investigate?" ”

"Uncle Zhang, I see that you are radiant and have no sick appearance, is your illness better now?" Shi took advantage of the well-guarded Aunt Zhang and Qingmin to talk, and walked to Uncle Zhang's side to ask.

Uncle Zhang coughed twice: "How can it be so fast, now we have found other Lang Zhong in other places for treatment, and the disease has been alleviated a lot." ”

"Yes, yes," Aunt Zhang listened to all directions, helping her husband fill in the gaps, "or we wouldn't have the leisure time to make wine." ”

"That's good, then I wish Uncle a speedy recovery! Xiao Min and I said goodbye first. The stone was caught off guard again and said goodbye, grabbed Xiao Min's hand and walked out.

"Found again?"

"Not yet, I have something in mind, let's go back first."

"What's ......?"

"Read......" Stone said something he couldn't even believe, stepping over the hedge where the setting sun was shining, over the thorny path, turning the corner of time forgotten, towards the place he had unconsciously regarded as home.

Uncle Hai whispered with strange flowers and plants in the yard.

The stone did not disturb him, and went straight to Uncle Hai's room, wanting to consult the discussion on typhoid fever, but he could not find it in the dazzling number of books.

He remembered that when his father was sick with typhoid fever, his mother would not let him drink. How can Uncle Zhang drink Chongyang wine?

Despite the clear denial, he could not give a concrete basis, and for the first time in front of the books, he had not the idea of running away, but the endless disappointment in himself.

He grabbed a copy of the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon" closest to him, turned the page, and the words on it jumped up and down like fleas, refusing to jump into his eyes.

He turned another page, and another page, and they were all in alliance to fight his invasion.