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Xia Wanyi and Xuanyuan Yu came to the old man's house. I heard the old man say that the people in their village are all surnamed Zhang, so the village is also Zhangjia Village, and the old man is the village chief of Zhangjia Village, and he is also the patriarch of the people surnamed Zhang in this area.

As soon as Xia Wanyi sat down, he asked, "Old man, why did you go to the west side of the Qinglong Mountain Range to collect medicine?" ”

With the memory of his previous life, Xia Wanyi knew that the west side of Qinglong Mountain was located in Qingzhou Mansion, and if you walked to it, it would take four or five days, and if you collected medicine, it would take about half a month to go back and forth.

Moreover, it is said that the west side of the Qinglong Mountain Range is full of dangers, and going here to collect medicine is tantamount to holding a medicine hoe in your hand, but stepping on the ghost gate with your feet.

Uncle Zhang, who wanted to drink tea, sighed, put down the teacup, and said bitterly: "Childe doesn't know anything." Our village has been doing medicinal material trading business for generations, and the herbs on the west side of the Qinglong Mountain Range are abundant, and the medicinal value is high, and there are even some precious and rare medicinal materials, so the Zhang clan people in our area will form a team to go to the west side of the Qinglong Mountain Range once a year to collect medicine. ”

Xia Wanyi suddenly thought that the houses and streets in this Zhangjia Village are much better than those in ordinary villages, and it can be said that some towns are not as good as it.

"How many families are there in your village?" Xia Wanyi asked as if she had a memory.

"There are sixty or seventy families in our village, with a total population of two hundred and ninety-three, and except for a very few families who go out to sea to make a living, they all rely on the business of buying and selling medicinal herbs. You say, in order to make a living, can we not go to the west side of the Qinglong Mountain Range to take risks? Is it impossible for the old and the young to starve to death? "Please Baidu black じ岩じ pavilion,Thank you!

Xia Wanyi listened to Uncle Zhang's words dumbfounded.

Uncle Zhang said bitterly: "Half a month ago, in the village, thirty young and middle-aged people from the clan went to the west side of the Qinglong Mountain Range to collect medicine, and there were twenty-three people who came back, and those seven people either fell into the valley due to land danger, or died because of the fierce beast. With a sigh, the old man said sadly, "The dog is one of the seven people, and now only Xiaoxing and the old man are dependent on each other in the family." ”

Xia Wanyi and Xuanyuan Wei paused in shock, and after a while, Xia Wanyi asked, "Old man, what about Xiaoxing's mother?" ”

The old man sighed again, Xiaoxing's mother went to collect medicine many years ago and her whereabouts are unknown, and no trace has been found yet.

"Huh?" Xia Wanyi was stunned, Xiaoxing was just missing, so either he was still alive or he was no longer alive, and Xiaoxing, a little girl, was not easy.

Now Murong Jia, Li Xing'er sisters, Song Feifei, and Zhao Xuanxuan are all gone, and they are really gone, what a pity. However, Xiaoxing is different, there is at least a 50% probability that her mother is alive, so can she get it back?

Glancing at Xiaoxing lovingly, Xia Wanyi asked the old man: "Does the old man still remember Xiaoxing's mother?" ”

"I remember!" Xiaoxing interjected at this time.

Xia Wanyi was slightly stunned, she didn't ask her just now, she was afraid that she would be sad, and now Xiaoxing will answer without asking, Xia Wanyi hesitated and asked softly, "Can you tell us what your mother looks like?" ”

Xiaoxing nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes!" ”

Xia Wanyi asked again: "Do you have a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone at home?" ”

Be careful and answer without hesitation: "Yes!" ”

It can be seen that the family still pays attention to culture. Xiao Xing turned around and went into his room, and came out after a while, holding a plate in his hand, and the plate was used as a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Regulus, grind!" Xia Wanyi took the plate and put it on the table, then unfolded the rice paper and said to Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan didn't say a word, and immediately started to add some water and ink to grind.

After the ink was studied, Xia Wanyi lifted the brush and dipped it in water, and after using the paper to absorb some water from the belly of the pen, he said: "Xiaoxing, you can answer me according to the characteristics of my question." He glanced at the old man and said, "Old man, you can also talk about it." ”

Xiaoxing and Grandpa nodded cautiously.

So Xia Wanyi sketched on the paper with a pen according to Xiaoxing and the old man's story, and in less than half an hour, Xia Wanyi sketched a portrait.

"How?" Xia Wanyi put down the pen and asked, "Like your mother?" ”

Xiaoxing stared at the portrait and pursed his mouth, his gaze sweeping from his hair to his neck.

"Nose a little smaller." Xiaoxing frowned and said.

"Oh." Lifting the pen, Xia Wanyi circled his nose.

"The mouth is smaller, too." Xiaoxing is like a designer, "guiding" Xia Wanyi.

Xia Wanyi smiled slightly and circled her mouth.

"Anything else?" After the circle came out, Xia Wanyi asked.

Xiaoxing once again entered the scanning operation, but the old man didn't find anything, it seems that the child is still careful.

There are traces that cannot be erased by time and time.

"Something seems to be wrong." Xiaoxing frowned again, pouted, and said.

Xia Wanyi comforted: "Well, then you have to think about it, my brother will paint her very much for you." ”

So after thinking for a few minutes, Xiaoxing said: "Mother laughs, there is a laughing nest!" ”

"Laughing nest?!" The person with a laughing dimple on the side of the corner of his mouth has a lot of opinions in the summer evening, of course, it is not a dimple, the dimple is a little above, and the slag Xia Wanyi asked: "Is it on the left, or on the right?" ”

Xiaoxing stretched out his slender finger and pointed to the right side of the picture: "Here." ”

"Okay, brother, I'll add it for you later." Xia Wanyi smiled, "Anything else?" ”

No way, this place is not the era of modern high-tech development, if it is modern, Xia Wanyi can print Xiaoxing's mother 3D, as long as Xiaoxing says something is wrong, click it until it is exactly the same.

Xiaoxing shook his head cautiously this time and replied, "No." ”

Nodding slightly, Xia Wanyi moved this piece of rice paper to the side, spread out another piece of rice paper, and drew an "improved version" of Xiaoxing's mother portrait with a pen.

With the foreshadowing last time, this time Xia Wanyi painted it handily, much faster than just now.

When Xia Wanyi put down the pen and picked up the portrait for Xiaoxing and the old man to look at vertically, the eyes of the grandfather and grandson lit up, revealing a look of surprise.

"Childe, the portrait you drew is very similar!" The old man nodded in praise.

"Yes, this brother is so powerful, can you give me the portrait later?" Xiaoxing asked weakly.

Looking at Xiaoxing, who is actually very strong in his bones, Xia Wanyi replied boldly: "Yes!" But you have to wait for the people from the government to come, and my brother will ask someone to copy some more, and tell them to look for your mother according to the portrait, and then this one will be given to you. ”

Xiaoxing's eyes were already moist, and his voice trembled: "Thank you...... Thank you, brother! ”