A few days later, Chen Erlin was able to walk around on the ground, which also made Fang Jing's heart completely relaxed, and he no longer had to worry about Chen Erlin's internal pain.

"Uncle, you are almost good now, you only need to recuperate like this for half a month, and you will almost be completely fine." Fang Jing sat on the chair and poured a bowl of tea for Chen Erlin, and spoke.

"It's still Jing Wazi, your technique is good, if those doctors come, it is estimated that my uncle and I will already be buried in the soil." Chen Erlin can be regarded as having experienced life and death, and if he does not die, he will be blessed.

"Uncle, I haven't done anything, and besides, that gang of bandits came to our village so vicious and vicious, even Zhong Dahuai died, alas." Fang Jing was also helpless, who told him that he was not at home at the time, if he was at home, no one would be able to escape from this gang of bandits.

"Husband, don't talk too much, sit and rest more." Zhang Xiaoxia approached to comfort Chen Erlin, during this time, she can be said to have fallen from heaven to hell, and from hell to heaven, this situation can be regarded as ups and downs.

"Lady, it's not a big deal, I'm almost good, I see that the crops will be harvested in half a month." Chen Erlin said casually, but he was still worried about the few acres of rice planted in his family's fields.

Fang Jing also stopped talking, after all, this family has always been borne by Chen Erlin and his wife, and Fang Jing has never done anything, not to mention that Chen Erlin's injury was caused by himself, and he felt guilty in his heart.

Fang Jing took over Chen Erlin's work every morning, and took the horses out to eat grass early in the morning, of course, Dachu and Datou would also help, Fang Jing would go to the field every day to see the situation, although it had only been more than a month, the fruits and vegetables in the field had already grown.

Fang Jing picked a few slender cucumbers, handed them to Da Chu and Da Tou, and didn't wash them, just wiped them on the clothes on his body a few times, and then bit and ate them, the taste of the cucumbers after eating them made Fang Jing close his eyes and enjoy it, enjoying the taste, and going back to his previous life.

Fang Jing can say that he doesn't know how long he hasn't eaten cucumbers, although the cucumbers in his current life are not as big or long as in his previous life, but they are only a small circle, and the taste is more pure.

"Cousin, this cucumber is delicious, I'll pick some later." Da Chu bit a cucumber and looked at all kinds of vegetables in the field.

"Okay, I'll go back and pick some food from a basket later, it tastes good, you can eat it raw or cooked, the little girls definitely like to eat it." Fang Jing nodded in agreement, and the big head bit the cucumber and ran home, Fang Jing estimated that the big head went home to get the basket.

Fang Jing looked at the melon in the ground, knowing that it was definitely not sweet enough at this time, Fang Jing thought that he could stay for a while longer, in that case, it would be sweeter, but Fang Jing still wanted to try how this melon tasted, but it should not taste different from the melon in his previous life.

Fang Jing went down to the melon field and picked it up casually, the melon is not big, not much bigger than an adult's fist, there are white, yellow and blue melons, although Chen Erlin and his wife took good care of these melons and fruits, they did not cut the buds, and the melons bore a lot of fruit, so the overall will be relatively smaller, and the sweetness is not so high.

"Dachu, try this melon." Fang Jing directly picked a melon that looked like it should be ripe, gently smashed it open with his hand, and handed half of it to Da Chu.

"Cousin, this melon is delicious, sweet and sweet." Da Chu bit half a slice of melon in his hand, and said that it was delicious, although he had seen it before, but he had never eaten it, and the first time he ate a melon, he felt that this taste was too good.

"Well, it's more delicious, and we'll pick some ripe melons later." Fang Jing looked at this acre of melons, if she doesn't eat them now, when will she wait, as for the taste of this melon, Fang Jing only has an aftertaste in her heart, and she doesn't have too many expressions, because Fang Jing thinks in her heart that this is the melon in her heart, this is herself.

Fang Jing went to the watermelon field again, the size of the watermelon is even more impossible to compare with Fang Jing's previous life, although these watermelons have been cultivated in Europe, but after all, the time of cross-breeding and domestication is short, and it is impossible to reach a larger state, and the watermelon at this time is only the size of a small grapefruit, and it will take at least half a month to grow.

The big head came with a group of little babies from the family, carrying a basket in his hand, Fang Yuan didn't forget to bring Xiong Er over, and shouted at Fang Jing from afar.

"Stand far away, don't go into the field, I will pick it for you to eat, if you all run into the field, Xiong Er can eat all the melons in this melon field." Fang Jing hurriedly stopped this group of little girls.

"Brother, I want to eat melon." Fang Yuan shouted at Fang Jing.

"I know, you just stand in that open space and hold Xiong Er, a foodie, for me." Fang Jing looked at Xiong Er, who was brought over, and rushed into the melon field with a vow to die, eating a rhythm of death.

Fang Jing picked up seven melons and handed them to the little babies, but he didn't eat them again, he picked up a few melons and put them in the basket with the basket, and went to the cucumber field on the side to pick half a basket of cucumbers, and then he was going to go back, and by the way, he threw two to Xiong Er, if he didn't give Xiong Er a melon, it was estimated that it would be a little difficult to take it back.

After returning home, he was ready to take care of the affairs of the family, and Zhang Xiaoxia was busy at home, although there was a group of small babies to help, but the things at home were more cumbersome, and many people were needed to handle them.

Since Chen Erlin was seriously injured, the people in the family have never smiled happily, let alone eaten a good meal, and now that the rain has finally passed, Fang Jing thought that he had to cook a good meal for his family.

Time passes, every household in Fangjia Village is busy with farming, harvesting rice, planting bean seedlings, basically has not stopped, this nearly a month's time, it can be said that people are tired and peeled, but the children in the village are a few years older, can be regarded as a lot of agricultural work for the family.

The officials of the big banyan tree camp also sent personnel to each family to help, and at the same time they also had to check the acres of land and rice yield, and even the planting of bean seedlings in Fangjia Village was not left behind, and it was recorded in detail.

"Qian Shi, you are here, sit, eat a melon." Fang Jing saw Waiter Qian enter from outside the courtyard, and shouted to Waiter Qian to sit down casually.

"Sir, what kind of melon is this red one?" After Qian Shi sat down, he looked at the slices of watermelons on the small table and asked, he must have never seen it, this is not a melon or a cucumber, and asked curiously.

"Waiter Qian, haven't you seen this watermelon? Take a piece and eat it first. Fang Jing was curious, could it be that this watermelon hadn't been introduced to Datang yet?

"Sir, this melon is delicious, sweet and sweet." After listening to this, Qian Shi directly picked up the watermelon on the small table and bit it and said.

Watermelon, also known as summer melon, cold melon, is native to the edge of the African desert, introduced to the Western Regions countries by Persia in the Sui and Tang dynasties, introduced to China in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, and began to be planted in large areas during the Song Dynasty.

Muskmelon, also known as melon, is native to Africa, and it should have been introduced to China earlier, or there were primitive wild species in China, and bird migration may also carry seed migration, so there is no clear origin at present.

Cucumber, originally called courgette, in the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Shi Le changed the courgette to be called cucumber, of course, there is also called cucumber, Tang gourd said, originated in ancient India, the southern foot of the Himalayas, during the Han Dynasty Zhang Qian sent to the Western Regions to bring back to China, cucumber can be said to be the melon fruit that everyone in my Great China knows.

"Sir, a few days ago, Chang'an sent a letter, saying that the group of people who attacked Fangjia Village last time had been clarified, and the Holy Lord wanted to ask Mr. how to deal with it." Qian Shi said to Fang Jing what he meant.

"Is there a roster? Who are they? Who is behind it? Who are the people involved in this matter? Have all of these been clarified? Fang Jing continued to nibble on a piece of watermelon.

"Sir, there is a roster, but it is not with me, it should be in the hands of the Holy One." Qian Shi was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, you're fine, right?" Fang Jing secretly made a decision in his heart.

"Sir, I'm fine." Waiter Qian replied.

"Eat melons first, we'll go again tomorrow, it's a little late today." Fang Jing watched as the sun began to turn westward.

That night, Fang Jing sat alone in the courtyard, drinking tea and blowing a gentle breeze, and everyone else in the family had gone into the house to sleep.

Fang Jing didn't know how many enemies he had, and he didn't know how many people had thoughts about him, but he thought about it, but there were a lot of them, but they were all hidden and didn't appear at the moment.

The gang of bandits who raided Fangjia Village this time thought that Fang Jing had not moved in the past few years, so they thought of coming to check or kidnap them.

Fang Jing didn't know who they were, but it must be related to the Shi clan, Fang Jing didn't know whether these Shi clans should be killed, whether they should be eliminated, if they were really going to be eliminated, I don't know how many people would have no food to eat, even if it was one family, it would have a great impact.

Fang Jing didn't have an answer, Fang Jing wanted to kill a big killing, at least to get rid of the Fang Shi clan, and also to cut off the thoughts of the people who were spying on the other party's village, but he was afraid that Li Shimin would not be able to resist, so it seemed that he had to ask Li Shimin.

Fang Jing never thought that there were hidden people like rangers in this world, let alone hundreds of families left over from ancient times, but Fang Jing had never thought about it.

The next morning, after Fang Jing explained the affairs of the family, he took Qian Shi and left Fangjia Village, and there were no strange horses, so that Qian Shi, who wanted to ride a horse, had to follow Fang Jing to walk.

"Qian Shi, last time I promised you a new sword, come, take it, this sword has also followed me for some time, this sword is called Wuxue." Fang Jing threw the sword in his hand to Qian Shi.

"Mr. Xie." Qian Shi took the sword thrown by Fang Jing with an expectant face, and stroked it with both hands, very happy in his heart, not because of Fang Jing's liking, but because of his love for the sword.

The sword that Fang Jing gave him last time was nameless, and the sword given to him this time was nameless, but Qian Shi knew in his heart that these two swords must be hard and sharp, and they are of the same origin.

"Sir, aren't we going to ride horses? It will take nearly half a month to get to Chang'an, and if there is a fast horse, it will take five or six days. At first, Qian Shi thought that Fang Jing would have to ride a horse when he went to Chang'an.

"Qian Shi, you'll know in a moment." Fang Jing continued to raise her legs and walk towards the path step by step.

Coming to the corner of the path, Fang Jing took the money attendant and walked towards the mountain forest, every time Fang Jing would enter the mountain forest at the location where Fangjia Village could not be seen, which also became Fang Jing's must-visit place every time he traveled and returned to Fangjia Village.

"Qian Shi, stand by my side, and go directly to Miyagi to find the saint in a while." Fang Jing watched Qian Shi come behind him, flying high into the air, standing above the sky, turning on the scanning mode, and looking at some places near Fangjia Village, and learned that there were no pedestrians or other hidden figures, so he turned around to look at Qian Shi.

"Sir, sir, this, this, this, are we flying in the sky?" Qian Shi shouted at Fang Jing, his heart was already about to burst.

"Qian Shi, meditate, don't be frightened by this little thing." After Fang Jing replied to Qian Shi's words, he began to move in the direction of Chang'an City, the speed could only be a normal speed, not a flight.

It's not that Fang Jing doesn't want to fly away, Fang Jing just doesn't want to go to Chang'an Palace City at this time, and there is still a meeting in the Taiji Palace, so it will be difficult to explain at that time.

"Sir, are you an immortal?" Qian Shi looked at Fang Jing in horror, his heart was already a mess, and he couldn't figure out the situation at all.

Although he had seen Fang Jing flying from the air before, he had always thought that Fang Jing could only fly at a low altitude through some kung fu, but at this time, he didn't expect that Fang Jing could fly at a high altitude, stand casually, and even carry himself to fly at a high altitude.

Qian Shi's high-altitude experience this time completely subverted his previous perception of this world, and Qian Shi nervously asked Fang Jing if it was a matter of immortals.

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