Chapter 1:

The rooster in the neighbor's house crowed again, and the sky was slowly getting brighter.

Shu Jiu rolled over and got out of bed, pushed open the door, and the entire courtyard was shrouded in the hazy morning light. In Aunt Wei's house next door, there was a burst of snoring.

Shu Jiu gently pushed open the door of Aunt Wei, who was lying on the bed with the quilt on her back and snoring like thunder.

Shu Jiu quietly took out a few packets of herbs on the messy cabinet, and closed the door with the herbs lightly.

When Wei Xi came to the door of the small courtyard, he happened to see Shu Jiu put the herbs into the back basket in the corner of the wall.

The place where Shu Jiu is located is called Wei Village.

Wei Village is a remote village on the outskirts of the city, and most of the people in the village are surnamed Wei, and they only point to a few fields to live. Aunt Wei is the daughter who married out of Wei Village, when she got married, she rode into the city in a beautiful car, and in twenty or thirty years, she never returned to Wei Village once, and she was only half a hundred years old, and she returned to Wei Village with a lot of silver taels and young Shu Jiu.

The people in the village live simply, but they are also accustomed to watching and helping each other, but Wei Xi was an accident in Wei Village, his parents died and Wei Xi, who was only raised by his elderly grandmother, in addition to dealing with the family's livelihood on weekdays, he also had to deal with those neighbors who bullied and despised him.

Sometimes when I think about it, Wei Xi feels sorry for his weak and helpless self.

When Shu Jiu first came here, as an outsider in Wei Village, he aroused the curiosity of the whole village, and when Shu Jiu came, it was dusk, and Wei Xi had just returned home from the field with his grandmother at that time, and he had seen Shu Jiu from afar.

At that time, Shu Jiu was still a young girl, and the people in the village watched Aunt Wei flattering and helping the little girl out of the luxurious carriage.

At that time, Wei Xi thought in his heart, if Wei La, the village flower who was babbling on weekdays, saw it, he might want to have a crooked mouth, and it would look worse than the face that bullied him!

Suddenly, the gorgeous and weak little girl in his memory was already dressed in coarse cloth clothes, carrying a basket on her back, and walking in front of him with a sickle and a wound.

"Let's go"

"Okay!" Learning the tone that looked like it looked like on the little two in the city, Wei Xi followed Shu Jiu's side.

On the dirt road in the early morning, Shu Jiu walked in the morning light with a night of dew.

After walking for a while, he pointed to a hillside on the side, Wei Xi said: "The grass planted on this hillside is used to build houses, and after being cut and dried in the sun, it is the strongest to build a house."

As he spoke, Wei Xi looked at Shu Jiu, the skin and flesh exposed by the girl next to him were all scars, and even his face was bruised, and he couldn't help but slow down: "But this kind of grass is easy to hurt your hands when you cut it, looking at your current condition, let me help you."

"No, the harder it is, the better."

Shu Jiu handed the back basket to Wei Xi: "The medicine in this is for treating external injuries, you take it, use it yourself, don't let others know that it's mine."

Wei Xi hurriedly took the back basket, recently his grandmother and himself were busy with farm work, bumping and bumping, always with some wounds on their bodies, this kind of medicinal herbs wrapped in oil paper he had seen in the city, but it was a good thing.

Hurriedly stuffing the medicinal herbs into his clothes, Shu Jiu had already climbed the small hill.

"Is there anything else I need to do?"

Wei Xi shouted.

"You go to a hidden place next to the yard to watch, and Aunt Wei will tell me when she wakes up."

Shu Jiu waved his sickle and watched the young man's figure disappear into the ridges, and at the end of the ridges, a touch of morning light slowly rose.

Shu Jiu watched his already bruised hands become bloodied under the weeds.

Actually, she doesn't hurt.