He stood in front of the stove, a little at a loss for a moment. In the previous world, he has been living alone since graduation, eating overtime box lunches from the hospital most of the time, and occasionally cooking for himself. But they are all modern cooking utensils, and I don't know where to start with these stoves that burn wood and coal.

Fortunately, Yingying soon began to call him, commanding him to burn firewood, boiling water, cutting meat, and cooking condiments and fire. At the same time, she was still busy there, standing on a small wooden bench and washing vegetables neatly, cutting vegetable leaves and shallots with a knife, and adding firewood and spices from time to time.

They were so busy for a while, and Lin Yi was already sweating from the fire, and he felt not much better than the "hell work" in the Tang Sect Refining Hall. The warbler was still full of energy, and when she lifted the huge wooden lid, there was a strong fragrance wafting out of the pot.

Lin Yi took the red and spicy stew, and Yingying brought the tea to the table for these strong men, and finally blocked their shouting mouths.

When they began to eat, Yingying didn't dare to slack off, and kept standing obediently at the table, ready to make tea for people at any time. Fortunately, the strongest man still took care of her, let this group of rough people pour tea and serve rice by themselves, and forcibly fed Yingying a few mouthfuls of stew.

After tossing and turning for most of the hour, and eating all the meals, the big men finally got up. The big man led by him gave Yingying a string of copper coins, and several people each stuffed a few copper plates for her. Yingying looked at the copper plate in her hand, and her little face, which was red from the fire, finally relaxed and showed a happy smile.

Then she even had to wash the dishes, and Lin Yi said several times before she was finally willing to go and rest for a while. Lin Yi had just walked to the pool with a large pile of bowls, and the little girl sat on the wooden steps and fell asleep with her head tilted, and snored softly.

Lin Yi sighed, picked up the cloak placed next to her and covered her, gently touched the top of her head, and then went back to the pool to fight with a pile of dirty bowls.

After tossing around in the kitchen like this, the wind chill that was frozen in the water before felt all good.

Just after a while, the warbler, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly jumped up and shouted in a tender voice: "Grandpa is back!"

The door squeaked open, and Lao Huang staggered in with a few rabbits hanging on his shoulders, dragging his vain steps. He was soaking wet, and said with a grin: "Yingying, I'm sorry, grandpa came back late." ”

"Grandpa, grandpa," Yingying happily tiptoed and raised the copper coin in her hand high, "There was a guest just now!

"The warbler is so good. Lao Huang took the copper coin and touched Yingying's head, his old eyes were full of love, "Yingying hasn't eaten yet, grandpa will make it for you right away." After that, he turned to Lin Yi and said a little embarrassed: "It's really embarrassing to let Shaoxia do these jobs." ”

Lin Yi shook his head, a little worried, and said, "Grandpa, you saved my life, you don't have to be so polite, just call me Xiaolin." You better hurry up and change your clothes and rest for a while, I see that your face is not very good. ”

"It's okay, get used to it. The old jute hung the rabbit on the wall and picked up a few vegetables, "It's raining heavily on the mountain today, the road is not easy to walk, and there is finally some harvest, let's eat rabbit meat." ”

Lao Huang was busy in front of the stove for a while, and then quickly brought out a pot of fragrant soup and rice.

The three of them sat down around the table and ate together in the steaming heat. The rice consists of rabbit meat, vegetable leaves, and potatoes, and although there is not much meat, it is very delicious. Lin Yi was eating, his heart suddenly felt a little bitter, he remembered his parents who he hadn't seen for a long time, he used to be busy with work and life, and he couldn't see them a few times a year, and now he regretted it. If there is a day when you can return, be sure to spend more time with them. If this life and death really collapse, will they also be in danger?

The steaming soup and rice swallowed into his stomach warmed his whole stomach. He looked at the old man and the child on the other side of the smoke, and the bitterness in his heart weakened a little. Coming to this world, this is the first time he feels a little home.

Soon after eating, the warbler fell into a deep sleep. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Lao Huang sighed and said, "Alas, this child has a hard life. Her parents died early, and my old bones had no ability, so she suffered. ”

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "Yingying is lucky to have a grandfather like you." I still have some things to do in the village, and I want to bother you for a while, is there anything that can help me even if I tell you?"

"Of course there is no problem," there was a hint of joy in Lao Huang's eyes, and he was quickly suppressed, and said: "Xiaolin, you can live as long as you want, just don't let our grandfather and grandson delay your business." ”

Lin Yi nodded and looked at the night sky outside the window.

I thought I would have to find a job tomorrow and make as much money as I could. He can't stay in this village for a long time, and there is still the heavy responsibility of a thousand worlds between life and death, but during this time, he hopes to do something for this old and young as much as possible.

The next day, Lin Yi slept until almost noon.

Descending the stairs to the hall, I saw Yingying sweeping the floor with a broom twice as long as herself.

On the stove next to it, there is still a small pot of porridge.

He felt ashamed in his heart, this time it was the accumulated fatigue that had not healed, so forget it, he couldn't do it again tomorrow.

He wanted to help Yingying, but she seriously refused, she said that this was a task given to her by her grandfather, and she couldn't let her brother do it for her.

Lin Yi thought to himself that it made sense, he couldn't be here forever after all, and it would be useless to help her clean up for a few days, and it was the right way to go out and think of a way.

Since coming to this world of oblivion, he has been trying to find a way to collect ghost coins, and this is the first time he has racked his brains to collect copper coins.

Walking on the streets of Crescent Village, a long road along the lake is the most lively, with many farmers setting up stalls here, selling the most vegetables, fruits, tools and charcoal, and some selling kebabs, grilled fish, and handmade knick-knacks.

Lin Yi was going to take a walk around the village before deciding on the most suitable job. It is said that what he is best at is medical skills, even if the previous medical knowledge is different from the medical skills here, it can always come in handy. However, listening to what the fisherman Zhang Shun said, there is no medical hall in the village, and most of the few people who know how to heal are raised by Jiafu, and they only occasionally see a doctor in the medical hall. Most of the villagers who get sick are taking some medicine to carry on their own, and if they are injured, they can squeeze more juice from grass and smoke, and light a fire to disinfect it.

As he walked, he noticed a large group of people gathered in front of him, clamoring and shouting at no idea what he was doing.

When I looked over, I saw that everyone was surrounded by a thin old man, and in the front row was a group of young men in brocade clothes, all of whom seemed to be a little cultivated. The old man was wielding a long sword in his hand, and he was waving it in a word, and on the stone platform in front of him was a large bowl, which was filled with tiny particles of crystal white white, a bit like salt.

"Look at it, young masters," said the old man in a hoarse voice, "these are refined salts, which are lighter than ordinary salts. ”

The old man waved it for a while, and suddenly poked the tip of his sword into the salt pile and gently stroked it, and when he took it out again, there were only about a dozen grains of salt left on the tip of the sword, and he held the sword flat, crossed a distance of about five or six meters, and shook the salt into another large bowl.

"Good!"

The crowd of onlookers probably didn't know why, but they still cheered indiscriminately.