Chapter 3 Returning from Collecting Medicine

As the sun sets, the yellow mixed with the pale red sunset shines through the clouds, slightly mottled, and the green of the medicine field shines brightly. A few wisps of smoke also rose from Baicao Town, which seemed to linger. At the intersection of the town, a group of people walked in with a narrow figure on the winding path.

"It's finally time to get to town, and everyone will be home soon, no matter how hard they work. ”

"It's still the old rule, put the medicinal herbs in Huzi's house first. Then go home to report safety and wash off the stinky sweat of the past two days. Later, come to my house for a drink!"

"Hehe~, I'll be the first to arrive! Camel Wannian, remember to bring you to brew wine, just love to drink your sip. “

"If you want to drink, your mouth is so stinky, remember to change your name to Brother Qing, or be careful that you don't drink alcohol!haha~"

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The group talked and laughed like this, and within half an hour of walking, they came to the house of the burly man.

His name is Zhao Hu, and he is also the leader of this spontaneously organized medicine collection team.

"Xiuxiang, Zhuang'er, we're back!"

Zhao Hu said as he helped a few people take off the basket on their backs, the full of medicinal materials was indeed a bit heavy, and the green tendons on his arms protruded.

"I'm back, Brother Tiger!" a woman came out wiping her sweat, "Let everyone come over for dinner in a while!"

As he spoke, two children ran out of him, laughing and running, and went straight to the pile of people who were busy collecting medicinal herbs.

"Dad," one of the children ran to Zhao Hu's side, shaking his arm, "You're finally back! I don't know what to play for the past two days." ”

Another child also ran over, shouted "Uncle Zhao", and then passed past the hunchbacked young man.

"Dad, are you alright?"

As he spoke, he supported the hunchbacked young man with his little white and tender hands, his eyes were dripping, and he kept looking up and down.

"How's it going?"

"Xiaofeng, don't worry, your father has us to take care of, it's okay, it's okay!"

Zhao Hu smiled and reached over and stroked the child's head, then turned around and said to everyone:

"Hurry home and report safety! Come over in a while and go to Brother Qing's house in the backyard to drink!"

After speaking, the group also said goodbye one after another, talked and laughed and went home. Zhao Hu was still packing up the medicinal herbs alone.

"Huzi, Feng'er and I also went back to the backyard, you also clean up first. Remember to come over for a drink. ”

"Okay, Brother Qing, I'll bring some snacks and food over later, and by the way, bring some food, and you don't have to be busy as a big man." ”

"Okay, I'm not going to eat your meal once or twice. ”

As he spoke, the hunchbacked young man took his son's hand and hunched his back and slowly walked towards the backyard.

Zhao Hu's family of three lives in the front yard, and the house in the backyard lives in the hunchback Bailiqing, and the neighbors are familiar with him, seeing that he is alone with his son, and there is a disability in his back, they simply gave him a slightly blessed name: Wannian, I hope he can live a long and healthy life. Only those few people who like to joke add the word "camel" and call him a camel for ten thousand years.

Baili Qing is not the original resident of Baicao Town, he was rescued by Zhao Hu on the way back from collecting medicine at the foot of Fengxiang Mountain ten years ago.

At that time, Bailiqing was holding a baby and holding a child about five years old. He had a large bloody wound on his back, and his clothes and baby swaddling clothes were stained with blood. Zhao Hu is a kind and honest person, seeing this, he took it home for treatment without saying a word, and the baby also let Xiuxiang, who had just given birth to a child, take it. Baili Qing's injuries were almost healed, and he lived in the backyard with his two children. On weekdays, he helps Zhao Hu take care of some of the work he can in the medicine field, and he brews wine at home in his spare time. The eldest son Baili Jiang and the youngest son Baili Feng played with Zhao Zhuang, who grew up together, and when he was a little older, Baili Feng followed the old man Liu Yuanzhi in the town to learn calligraphy. And Bailijiang went outside three years ago. After a long time, the two families lived as if they were family. As for how Bailiqing was injured, where he was from, and what he did before, the people around him never asked in detail, but they just heard Zhao Hu say that Bailiqing was a businessman who escaped because of the mudslide, and other relatives were killed in the mudslide, leaving only two sons to rely on him as companions.

Baili Qing followed him to Fengxiang Mountain to collect medicine not once or twice, although his back was hunched and it was not very convenient to walk the mountain road, but he could also take Zhao Hu's medicine collection team to gain a lot every time, which also made him feel at ease. After all, for ten years, he and his son have been taken care of by Zhao Hu's family like relatives.

This is, receiving the blessing of others, although the body is not good, you should do what you can to give it.

It was getting late, and the men who had gone home just now also walked out of the house and rushed on the way to the appointment.