"This ginkgo tree, you have done your hands and feet."

Yu Xia said.

"It's none of my business."

Deng Changming shook his head indifferently after the pain passed.

Yu Xia didn't get entangled, and stood up straight very simply.

"I don't have time to care about you right now, when you want to speak, just shout at the door."

Yu Xia turned around, paused again, and smiled back at him.

"Let me tell you in advance, because I'm still a kid, so I usually like to play with a dagger as a piano when I have nothing to do."

Deng Changming, who was tied to a tree, looked at the villagers who came and went and pointed at him, and his face turned dark.

Several young men simply crouched down in front of him and looked up at him with disdain.

"If it weren't for Miss Yu's words, we would have slaughtered you a long time ago. Ten deaths are not enough for a wolf-hearted thing like you! ”

As he spoke, someone threw a rotten egg over.

Miss Yu ordered, you can vent your anger, but you can't hurt him.

What's more appropriate than rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves?

A few young men glanced at Deng Changming, who was full of egg liquid, and could no longer see his previous graceful bearing, so he couldn't help but crack his mouth and smile.

If he wasn't afraid of being disgusted to Yu Xia, he really wanted to get something out of the toilet and fertilize Deng Changming.

The villagers were relieved of the gang of horse thieves, and Yu Xia sat down next to Yang Jinshan's bed.

In addition to Yang Jinshan, Aunt Jinshan, who was lying in the house, there were also a few villagers who came to help.

Yang Dagui has already let the doctor heal, lying on the bed to recuperate, it will not be better for ten days and half a month, and now it is Yang Dachun who takes care of Yang Jinshan.

"Miss Yu, isn't Uncle Jin Shan really having a stroke?"

Yang Dagui was already injured, and Yang Jinshan originally said that he would take the father and son who were sick and injured to the county seat to find a doctor for treatment, but he asked Yu Xia to stop him.

This made several people recall that before the horse thieves came, Yu Xia also tried every means to prevent them from leaving.

It was different from the morning, at this time Yu Xia stopped him, but someone was willing to wait patiently for Yu Xia to explain the reason.

"Uncle Jin Shan didn't have a stroke, his illness can't be cured by doctors."

Yu Xia said, took out a golden light protection talisman from his arms, and pasted it on Yang Jinshan's body.

"He is not invaded by evil now, and the reason why he is like this is because he is short on life."

The villagers of Sheephead Village couldn't understand what Yu Xia said, but because Yu Xia saved their whole village and arrested their enemies, everyone was willing to choose to believe her.

"Your life is all saved by you, and it's up to you to decide what to do with it."

Yang Dagui deliberately left this sentence before leaving.

Yang Dagui nodded in agreement, and Aunt Jin Shan naturally had no opinion.

So everyone waited for Yu Xia to make a move.

However, Yu Xia still didn't move, but got up and took down the three bamboo chopsticks from the cabinet.

Yang Dachun recognized the ones that Yu Xia was particularly interested in before.

"Miss Yu, if you like this bamboo chopsticks, when Uncle Jin Shan wakes up and asks him for it, he will definitely be willing to give it to you."

Yang Dachun couldn't help but remind.

He still thinks that Yu Xia thinks that the three bamboo chopsticks are fun, so he repeatedly holds them in his hand and plays with them.

Yu Xia smiled and shook his head.

"This is not an ordinary bamboo chopstick, your village has been able to survive the past five years safely, all of which depend on it."

These words caused everyone to look at each other.

After the catastrophe five years ago, under the leadership of the village chief, their village recuperated, digging ditches and trenches, and worked hard.

Neither of them said anything, but there was a clear look of suspicion on their faces.

Cheng Buchi stood by the door and looked at the three bamboo chopsticks.

Yu Xia saw that he was watching, so he simply handed him the bamboo chopsticks.

The villagers on the side also gathered around curiously.

In their eyes, Cheng Buchi, who is with Yu Xia, is probably a more powerful master, no matter how you look at it, this man with a taciturn face looks like a legendary warrior in the rivers and lakes.

"Cheng Zhuangshi, is this bamboo chopsticks really as magical as Miss Yu said?"

Da Chun's sister-in-law asked tentatively.

They also took a look at it several times, the surface of the bamboo chopsticks was a little cracked, but it was covered with mildew, and it was the kind of rotten chopsticks that no one would pick up if they were thrown on the ground.

"These chopsticks are unusual."

Cheng is not too late to say.

Yu Xia raised her eyebrows, "You can see it too?" ”

Cheng Buchi stared at it for a long time, and then nodded, "This is indeed not ordinary chopsticks." ”

Yu Xia nodded, "I also thought it was strange before, these chopsticks don't look like they will be moldy, and I vaguely think that it may be related to Uncle Jin Shan's stroke, but I have never figured out how this black spot came about." ”

It turned out that she saw this chopsticks yesterday to solve the village chief's stroke.

Now the villagers also understood.

What is ignorant, what is full of only thinking about playing, but they are all misunderstood.

Yang Dachun was a little ashamed and didn't dare to look up at Yu Xia.

Yesterday, because of the chopsticks, he also had some opinions about Yu Xia, otherwise he would not have been able to help Yang Dagui count Yu Xia without thinking about it this morning.

The villagers who had opinions about Yu Xia were silent at this time.

"These black spots are burned." Cheng Buchi rubbed his bamboo chopsticks and came to such a conclusion.

"Our casters will use different firing methods in the process of casting, and will also use different fires, the most common is charcoal fire, some are rock fire, and some are earth fire, and the effect of different fires is different."

Cheng Buchi gathered the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, "These bamboo chopsticks were burned like this by the soul fire." ”

The villagers heard his words in a fog, only Yu Xia's face showed a look of understanding, but there was no surprise at all.

"I've had this before, but I'm not sure ......"

Yu Xia glanced at Yang Jinshan, who was unconscious, and sighed with some emotion.

"He actually burned his soul for the sake of Sheep's Head Village."

Even the villagers who didn't understand the Xuanmen thaumaturgy understood this.

"What?"

It was Aunt Jin Shan who screamed.

"What do you say? What burns the soul? ”

Aunt Jin Shan's lips trembled, her expression was incredulous, and her eyes were a little red.

Da Chun's sister-in-law immediately reached out and patted her back as a sign of comfort.

"Did an aunt come to Uncle Jin Shan for treatment yesterday?"

Yu Xia also learned today that the villagers of Yangtou Village rarely go to the county seat for medical treatment, and ordinary headaches and brain fever are all found in the village Wang Langzhong, and the person who is looking for some incurable diseases is Yang Jinshan.

Yesterday, when Yang Dachun led her to find Yang Jinshan, she happened to meet a middle-aged woman who came out of Yang Jinshan's house with thanks.

"That's the thing." Da Chun's sister-in-law said, "Uncle Jin Shan is a capable person, if anyone in the village has some strange diseases, it is right to look for him, so that there will be fewer people who die of illness in the village." In the past five years, most of the credit for the people of our village has been able to slowly prosper is due to Uncle Jinshan. ”