In March, Xiaoyangchun, the drizzle was like silk, and it continued for several days.

The spring equinox is the farming season, even if it is a rainy day, farmers are still working hard in the fields, if the rainy weather delays the spring planting, the year's busyness will be in vain.

In the paddy field, a peasant man, dressed in a coat and a hat, barefoot, waved the long whip in his hand, and shouted one after another. Under his urging, the old ox walked forward without hurry, pulling the wooden plough and reversing the spring mud in the field piece by piece.

The swallows returning in spring flew on the paddy fields in twos and threes, picked up the soft soil, and flew back to the eaves of the front corridor of the cottage, mending the nests that had been withered by the wind and rain.

The spring water is colorful, and the egrets are flying sideways.

The tender green grass is clustered together, covering the black soil inch by inch, and as far as the eye can see, the earth is stained with makeup.

Qingzhou has been wandering around Dongli since he left Qianyulou, and he didn't know where he was going, so he walked aimlessly, walking from the bustling streets of Dongli to this remote cottage on the outskirts of Dongli, and he didn't eat for a few days.

At noon, the peasant woman held an umbrella and brought food for her man.

The man unloaded his ploughing tools, drove the ox aside, and let it gnaw at the grass on the ridge.

"Are you hungry?" asked her husband in a concerned tone.

The man wiped his hands on the coarse cloth jacket and said with a smile, "I don't feel like working in the fields, but I am really a little hungry when I smell the aroma of the food you cook." ”

The man opened the food box and sniffed it with a look of enjoyment.

It was just a few coarse steamed buns and a plate of capers, but he ate them with relish.

Qingzhou stood on the ridge not far away, looking at them faintly, he thought in his mind why these people's lives were so difficult and difficult, they could still live so happily, and the natural smile on their faces made him envious.

"Who is that man?" the woman clasped her husband's arms to her chest with both hands, and her eyes stared at the motionless boy standing motionless in the drizzle.

The man was very calm, chewing the steamed buns, and said, "I don't know, he stood alone in this paddy field for a morning, and I was a little surprised when I first saw him, but then I saw that he didn't do anything, standing like a fool, and I was relieved." ”

"But he still has blood on his body, and he looks quite pitiful, is there any trouble he has encountered?" the woman was no longer afraid, but she was pitiful.

"It's a little pitiful, looking at the young one, isn't it a refugee from the north?" the man guessed.

At this time, the man also had compassion, he stood up, beckoned to the young man and shouted, "Young man, come here!"

Qingzhou was still in a trance, and suddenly heard someone shouting, only to come back to his senses, he looked in the direction where the voice came from, but found that the man had been waving to him, obviously the person who shouted was himself.

Qingzhou didn't know what this man had told him to do, but when he saw that he was very enthusiastic, he walked over.

"Uncle, did you call me?" Qingzhou asked as he walked up to the couple and asked in some surprise.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's to call you, come, I still have a few steamed buns here, if you don't dislike it, take it and eat it, I see that you have been wandering around here for a long time, you must be hungry." ”

As the man spoke, he handed the two steamed buns left in the food box to Qingzhou, who was hungry and anxious, but when he saw that the farmer looked sincere, he did not refuse, took it and devoured it.

"Slow down, slow down, I still have water here, my wife just brought it from the well, it's very sweet!" the man smiled brightly

This man was dressed in coarse cloth, his hair was fluffy and messy, his skin was dark, and his face was deeply wrinkled, but his smile was so kind and warm.

Life is hard and the years are ruthless, but he always uses his diligence and enthusiasm to embrace every day of life.

After Qingzhou finished eating the steamed buns, the man chatted with Qingzhou, and Qingzhou told the man what he had experienced one by one. The man listened to Qingzhou's wrongdoing, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he couldn't believe it, there are still sinister people like Qingzhou's senior brother in this world, he kept complaining for Qingzhou, sighing for him, scolding the senior brother for him, and scolding the landlord and master who did not distinguish between right and wrong.

Qingzhou couldn't help but be moved when he saw that this man cared about him so much, but after being moved, he felt a little lost, he thought to himself, why can this stranger who has never known him believe in himself, but Brother Ye, who he regards as a relative, doesn't believe in himself, doesn't he know himself as well as a passerby?

Qingzhou could only smile bitterly.

In the evening, Qingzhou was invited by the man to his house, which was a slightly cramped thatched hut, in which the man's parents, wife and children lived, and now with him, it seemed to be even more crowded.

The man's surname is Wu, his name is Youliang, and he is a farmer in this village.

Wu Youliang was very welcoming, he entertained Qingzhou with the best meal in the house, and he killed the only hen in the house. At the dinner table, their whole family treated Qingzhou very politely, they didn't eat much of a chicken, only let Qingzhou eat alone, even if the children in the family were not very sensible and clamored to eat chicken legs, they didn't give it.

Rural people are like this, in order to entertain good guests, even if they are hungry, they are willing to do so.

The more they did this, the more embarrassed Qingzhou became, and when he saw that Youliang's skinny child kept clamoring for chicken, he broke a chicken leg for him. It was a child of seven or eight years old, and the child's mouth was very sweet, and he took the chicken leg and screamed one brother at a time.

After eating, Qingzhou was about to leave, but Youliang didn't allow it, he insisted on leaving Qingzhou to sleep at home for one night, but Qingzhou couldn't resist him, so he agreed to stay.

In the middle of the night, Youliang suddenly broke into Qingzhou's room, holding a handful of grass with leaves like a scimitar in his hand, his face was covered with muddy water, and his whole body was already soaked.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Qingzhou asked with concern when he saw him like this.

"You take your clothes off. You Liang didn't explain the reason, so he came over and took off Qingzhou's clothes.

Qingzhou was shocked, although he was a man, he had never taken off his clothes in front of people, and as soon as the man came in, he let himself undress, which made Qingzhou feel abrupt and rude. In a hurry, he pushed Youliang away with one hand.

You Liang was gently pushed by the light boat, and he flew out of the house lightly and fell on the muddy ground outside the door.

Qingzhou himself didn't expect that this casual push would have such strength that he could push a seven-foot man out of three or five battles.

Youliang fell to the ground and screamed, and Qingzhou realized that he was reckless.

He rushed to the door, jumped into the rain, and apologized while helping Youliang on the ground up, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I pushed you in a hurry, are you okay?"

"Oops!" Youliang wailed again, and with the support of Qingzhou, he returned to the room.

"I didn't expect you to look thin and weak, but your strength is so great, you are almost catching up with my big buffalo. ”

"Uncle, I really didn't mean to, I just saw that you were going to take off my clothes, and I was in a hurry, so I pushed you. ”

"I took off your clothes, and that was to treat you for your injuries. As soon as You Liang said this, Qingzhou understood why he had to take off his clothes.

Saying that, You Liang picked up the herb in his hand and showed it to Qingzhou, and said indignantly, "This is the magic medicine I picked for you in the rain tonight, if you don't appreciate it, you even beat me!"

Qingzhou hurriedly explained, "Uncle, it's really a misunderstanding, I really don't know your intentions." ”

You Liang glared at Qingzhou and asked, "What is the misunderstanding? You are a big man, do you still think I will do something to you?"

Qingzhou's thoughts were said by the farmer, and his face was a little unbearable, but how could he admit it?

"Uncle, don't say it, it's all my fault, I, I am, I'm just afraid that my injuries will scare you!"

"I haven't seen any injuries? All the people in this village, if they have external injuries, they all ask me to treat them, and as long as I apply this scimitar grass to ensure that the medicine is cured, it will be cured in a few days. You Liang said with a sonorous and confident face.

Seeing that Youliang was so confident and persistent, Qingzhou couldn't shirk anymore, and he slowly took off his clothes. His clothes were torn by his own flesh and blood, and blood oozed from the cracks between the black flesh.

Wu Youliang was startled when he saw the wound on Qingzhou's back, he had never seen such a serious injury, Qingzhou's back no longer had a complete piece of skin, and the muscles that were in charge of three points were also full of cracks like rocks on a volcano, and the cracks were blood flowing like magma.

Qingzhou lay on the bamboo bed, Youliang put the scimitar grass in his mouth and chewed it, and then carefully applied it on Qingzhou's back one by one, and the medicinal juice of the herbs seeped through the cracks of Qingzhou's wound and merged with his blood.

That night, Qingzhou had a dream, which he often had, in the dream, he was lying on the bed, his mother looked at him gently and quietly, a pair of warm and soft hands, caressing his back, soothing and coaxing him to sleep.

It was late at night, the drizzle was still falling, and it was dark outside.

Qingzhou's back suddenly burned, like a fire burning on his back. He woke up from his dream, turned his head to look at his back, the herbs were still on it, but it had been dried by the hot blood, and he even saw green smoke rising from his back, and the pain in the wound was even more intense. Qingzhou stood up in pain, he tried his luck in the form of his master, trying to suppress the heart-piercing pain. But when he was lucky, he found that there was an uncontrolled spiritual power in his body that was violently slamming into his Heavenly Spirit Cave, feeling like it was going to tear his whole person apart.

The wound on his back became as painful as a knife scraping fire, and Qingzhou could no longer bear it, so he rushed open the door and ran into the rain.

The rain hit the wound on his back, and he screamed in pain, kicked his legs hard, and the whole person floated into the air, and then fell into the smoke and rain.