Chapter 4: Uncle is injured

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Isn't that what people care about? What you don't care about is what you already have.

Because he didn't care about the old man's care before, he often burst into tears when he dreamed back to Pangu Mountain, so Mo Qing now cherishes Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li's care.

Just last night, Mo Qing swore that he would no longer be cowardly, put the old man in his heart, warm his whole chest, and he would take the lucky general to roam in this unknown world.

At the same time, he still has a dream, always feeling that he is still in the original world, and wants to return to the old man's side through his own efforts.

When he got up in the morning, Mo Qing held a bowl of carefully boiled broth made by Aunt Li, and ate it very sweetly. Holding the bowl high, he stuck out his tongue to catch two drops of soup that had stayed on the side of the bowl for a long time before reluctantly falling down, licked his lips, and exhaled deeply with great enjoyment.

Aunt Li, who was busy in front of the stove, turned her head and just saw this scene, and couldn't help laughing. Another bowl of broth was brought over.

"You kid, don't you drink enough to eat all the bowls that your aunt will serve?"

Mo Qing smiled at Aunt Li, patted her round little belly and said, "My belly is about to burst." I still want to drink it, but my stomach is not angry, and I pretend too little, how do you make this soup, how is it so delicious. ”

Fu Jiang, who was holding half a wild fruit in his hand, also patted his stomach with his paws, as if it was also full.

Hearing Mo Qing say that it was delicious, the smile on Aunt Li's face became even stronger, and when she looked at Mo Qing's bulging little belly, she took the soup in her hand and said, "This bowl will be hot in the pot for you later, and you will be hungry for a long time to drink." ”

Mo Qing followed Aunt Li upside down, came to the stove, sat on the small wooden pier, picked up two very fine pieces of wood and threw them into the fire pit.

The iron pot, which had calmed down, emitted a thick milky white vapor again. Mo Qing looked at the lid of the pot, the wall and Aunt Li that became illusory in the rich water vapor, and thought it was very funny, he took a few sticks of firewood and put them in the firepit.

Then Aunt Li's angry cry came from the more illusory water vapor, "You monkey, the meal is ready, you still add firewood to burn ......."

When Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li had breakfast, Mo Qing became extremely well-behaved.

Before the dishes in their bowls were finished, Mo Qing's chopsticks had already diligently delivered the dishes inside. Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li ignored the rich mushy smell in the bowl, looked at Mo Qing who was standing at the table like a baby, looked at each other and smiled, and ate the paste rice in the bowl with relish.

Fu Jiang, who couldn't stand the smell, covered his nose and slid from Mo Qing's shoulders to the ground, looking at Mo Qing with a disgusted expression, but was forcibly poured a belly of paste rice by someone who was annoyed and angry.

The sun had already hidden behind the trees, and the afterglow reflected off the sky from the west, dyeing the sky a golden red. In the woods at the entrance of the village, many sparrows were flying and preparing to rest, chirping and making noise, disturbing the people waiting for their families to return from hunting by the forest.

The children could not stand the noise of the sparrows, so they bent down to find a few stones and threw them into the woods, and the frightened sparrows immediately fell silent.

After a brief lull, one or two sparrows tentatively chirped twice, and when they found that there was no danger, the monotonous chirping became one again.

The moon rose from the east, casting a silvery glow, and the moonlight, which was as cool as water, calmed the restless sparrows, but could not soothe the restless hearts of the women and children at the head of the village.

Today is the day when all the adult men in Mo Village go out to hunt and return, so most of the women and children in Mo Village are waiting at the head of the village when the sun is still high. In the past, the men of the village would bring back a rich harvest when they went hunting, and the village would be immersed in joy for several days.

But today, from sunset to moonrise, the procession that should have returned a long time ago was still nowhere to be seen, and the people waiting at the head of the village turned into uneasiness with anticipation. As time passed, several elderly people in the village also walked to the entrance of the village on crutches.

The old village chief waved his hand and refused the black baby mother who came to support him, and walked from the separated crowd to the front. The commotion of the crowd became quiet after the arrival of the old village chief, who looked into the distance on the village head road, and the people looked at the old village chief.

"If you have children at home, now you will bring your children back, what is it to gather here? ”

The crowd moved in an orderly manner with the old village chief's words. Mo Qing, who was lying in Aunt Li's arms, was carried home in a daze.

The blazing firelight turned the head of the village red, and the firelight pierced the darkness, illuminating the old distance, comforting the restless crowd.

When the light of the fire became faint again, an equally curved procession finally appeared on the winding dirt road at the entrance of the village. The crowd of people who had been waiting for them for a long time rushed over when the team first appeared......

Mo Qing woke up early. Because he had been worried about Uncle Merron's safety, when he woke up, the chickens outside were still dozing.

Barefoot jumped out of bed, looked out, and saw an orange light coming from Uncle Merron's room.

Mo Qing turned around and picked up his clothes from the bed and put them on his body three times and two times, and came to the uncle's room with the "creak" of the door made of branches.

There was a strong smell of herbs wafting through the room, and Mo Qing pinched his nose a few times before he could hold back the sneeze. Walked lightly to the bed, looked at Uncle Mo Lun who was already asleep, found a piece of clothing from the shelf, and gently draped it over Aunt Li, who was sleeping on the side of the bed.

As soon as the clothes were put on, Aunt Li woke up, looked up at Uncle Merun, who was sleeping well, and closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep again.

After lying on her stomach for a while, she seemed to remember something, turned her head and looked behind her, and found that Mo Qing was standing behind her, and then Aunt Li was awake. Stretched out his hand and tugged at the clothes that wanted to slip off, and whispered to blame: "You kid, why did you get up in the middle of the night, and you don't wear shoes, it's not too cold." ”

"Auntie, when did the uncle come back? Are you okay?" Mo Qing asked what he was most worried about.

"It's okay, what can your uncle do. ”

"Then why are your eyes swollen? There is such a big smell of herbs in the room. Mo Qing stood at the head of the bed and asked Aunt Li in a low voice.

"You kid, there are so many problems, go back to sleep. As he spoke, he carried him back to the bed despite Mo Qing's objections.

"Your uncle doesn't have to do anything, but he has a little injury on his leg, and he has already applied herbs, and he will be fine in a few days. Don't worry, go to bed. Aunt Li covered Moqing with the quilt and took the blessing general out of Moqing's quilt.

After Aunt Li left, Mo Qing lay on the quilt and thought about Uncle Mo Lun's injury, and fell asleep after thinking about it. When he woke up again, it was already three poles in the morning, and only then did he realize that there was a lot of meat on the wall in front of him. There were constant voices coming from Uncle Merron's room, and it seemed that there were quite a few people there.

After getting dressed, Mo Qing hurriedly walked over, and shouted to the people in the room one by one, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and aunts, ushered in a compliment, and Uncle Molun, who was lying on the bed, heard the compliments, and his sallow face barely showed a smile.

After the person who came to ask Mo Qing left, Mo Qing finally knew what had happened.

During the hunt, the pillar was targeted by a colorful tiger, and the relationship between the hunter and the prey quietly changed. If it weren't for Uncle Merlun's sharp eyes and shooting an arrow at it, the pillar would not have come back this time.

There is a price to pay for saving people from under the mouth of a strong tiger, and Uncle Meron was bitten by a mad tiger on the leg, and when the others arrived, the tiger had already been killed by the uncle with a short knife.

Because of what had happened, Uncle Merlun and the others were ready to return, and the pillar that had been saved by the uncle and his brother bolt carried the injured uncle on a hastily made stretcher, and the others carried the prey on their backs and stood guard around them, and rushed around each other towards the village.

However, on the way back, something extremely surprising happened.