Xiaoyu thought about it for a while, so she wrote about today's selection process, describing what she saw and heard on the barnyard, and also used idioms such as "people are boiling" and "people are crowded".

Li Chengye peeked at Xiaoyu from time to time.

He always thought that if he took the initiative to tutor Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu should be surprised and happy, but he didn't expect Xiaoyu to refuse directly.

This caused him a sense of frustration.

……

Li Abai's village history today was written early.

Compared with Li Chengye, he writes quickly and well, and the font is neat, and even Uncle Da Zhuang praises him.

So, after completing the history of the village, he went up the mountain to look for mountain goods.

There is a subsidy for writing the history of the village, but the mountain goods must continue to be picked, otherwise he will not be able to pay for the materials for the next semester.

People in the village say that he is strong, optimistic and calm, but he knows that this is all forced by life.

If conditions permit, he also hopes to be like Li Chengye, with his parents and not worry about life.

Li Abai ran a hill in the back mountain and found a total of three small Ganoderma lucidum, these three small Ganoderma lucidum are not very old, and they are estimated to be worthless.

He ran another hill, and then harvested some mountain herbs one after another, and filled half a basket in total.

Seeing that it was about to get dark, he carried these mountain herbs on his back.

It was probably dark, Li Abai didn't see the road under his feet carefully, and then his feet slipped and he actually fell into a pit used by people to catch wild boars.

In these years, there are almost no wild boars, but the hunting pit on the mountain is still there, and some abandoned bamboo tips in the pit are still there.

He let out a low cry of pain and looked down at his thigh.

Although it didn't hurt the bones, the flesh was pierced, and the blood stained the pants red.

It's not fatal, it's fatal that he is now injured in his leg, and he doesn't know if he can climb out of this pit and return home safely.

He was the only one in his house, and even if he didn't come home for the night, no one would know that he was in the mountains.

It's really sad to think about it, he's only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

But the more dangerous it is, the more it can't be hypocritical, Li Abai took off the innermost shirt and tied it to his leg to stop the bleeding.

He was reluctant to tear his shirt directly, he didn't have a few shirts himself, and he couldn't tear them. Even if this one is stained with blood, it can still be worn when it is washed and cleaned, and if it is not clean, then wear it on the inside.

After stopping the bleeding, Li Abai tried to stand up again.

Fortunately, the other leg was fine, and the pit was surrounded by greenery, and he grabbed the greenery and struggled to climb out of the pit.

When he reached the pit, he limped to a small tree, cut it down, and then trimmed the branches and leaves, leaving only the bare pole to use as a crutch, and then carried the crutches down the hill little by little, according to the way he came.

The other leg is now in severe pain, and I can't exert my strength at all, so I am quite dragging it away, and now it is going down the mountain again, and the difficulty can be imagined.

He didn't move many steps, and beads of sweat were already on his face, and his face was terribly pale.

He couldn't stop, he had no choice but to go down.

……

After Xiaoyu finished writing "Happy Day", he saw that Li Abai had not come back yet, and the village committee was about to close.

Normally, at this time, she should go home for dinner.

But for some reason, she had a vague premonition, but she couldn't tell where this bad premonition came from.