Mo Qing was very busy, and now he had put down his mind of going to Heishipo to find out, and was busy in the courtyard alone with an axe. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he woke up in the morning and saw Melon leaning against the wall, he realized the importance of making a potty stool.

The eight-foot-tall man, a man whose face didn't change much color after a tiger bite, was sweating because of this embarrassment.

A few of the wooden stakes that Uncle Mo Lun had stored in the past that he had found in the house, and after Mo Qing's unremitting efforts, one of them had been turned into regular rectangular planks.

Since there was no planer, Mo Qing could only use an axe to carefully chop off the edges and stubble on one side of the plank. You can't do these things without cutting them off, otherwise you'll have to get your ass tied when you sit on them.

After a period of cultivation, Mo Qing's body has basically recovered, especially the sleep he slept last night, and he felt refreshed when he got up in the morning.

Aunt Li came out to dissuade him twice, and when she saw that he had made a good appearance, she didn't care anymore, and went back to the house to decoct Uncle Mo Lun, and the bitter smell of medicine wafted all over the yard.

The medicine was delivered by Huang Yaoshi in the east of the village.

Huang Yaoshi is the only person with a foreign surname in Mo Village.

More than ten years ago, Uncle Mo Lun went up the mountain to hunt, and met the dying Huang Yaoshi in a remote valley, at that time Uncle Mo Lun was still a young man in his twenties, and now he was as old-fashioned as now, after seeing the unconscious Huang Yaoshi, he directly threw away the prey he hit, fed some water, and carried Huang Yaoshi back.

It is also Huang Yaoshi's fate, after the careful care of Uncle Mo Lun's family, coupled with his own good medical skills, he actually survived again.

After Huang Yaoshi recovered, he did not leave, and with the help of Uncle Mo Lun's family, he settled in the small valley in the east of the village, and Huang Yao Shi and Uncle Mo Lun became friends for the New Year.

At the beginning, some people in Mocun still had a slight complaint about Huang Yaoshi staying here, because Huang Yaoshi was weak and unruly, and he was not young anymore, and at first glance he was a person who couldn't make a living, and he was a burden in this village where hunting was the main means of livelihood. If nothing else, a year's worth of food alone will consume a lot.

Later, after Huang Yaoshi treated a few people in the village who were seriously injured by hunting, no one said those gossips anymore. The people of Mocun are like this, if you treat me well, I will not treat you badly, and the folk customs are a simple mess.

Since then, Huang Yaoshi has completely integrated into the village, and now no one in the village can forget to bring Huang Yaoshi a meal after improving their lives.

Huang Yaoshi is also responsive, no matter who is sick, he will be treated with all his heart, and the gruel that washes Mo Qing to wet the bed is Huang Yaoshi's handiwork.

Huang Yaoshi is also a peculiar person, although he has a good medical skill, but he refuses to see a doctor for people outside Mocun, the villagers know that he has a peculiar temperament, so they have never rejuvenated his magic hand, and the news of the miracle doctor's life spread.

The small valley where Huang Yaoshi lives grows all kinds of herbs, some of which he found himself, and some of which the villagers brought back when they were hunting in the mountains.

In addition to medicinal herbs, the small valley was planted with peach trees, and every spring, the small valley was like a brilliant cloud. Then this small valley got a nice name, Peach Blossom Valley.

Brought the blackened medicinal soup to Uncle Mo Lun, and saw that he didn't frown, and poured a bowl of potion that he smelled bitter into his stomach, and Mo Qing's admiration for the uncle rose.

"Boy, good medicine is bitter but it is good for disease, people are not afraid of suffering, only after eating the bitterness that should be eaten, can we taste the sweetness later. This is the same as hunting, usually when you are lazy when you practice, you can't bring back much prey when you get to the mountains. ”

Uncle Mo Lun said to Mo Qing, who was grinning and looking at himself in surprise.

"Yes, the kid has been taught" Mo Qing took the empty bowl and said seriously. Mo Qing agreed with the uncle's words from the heart, but he wondered where the uncle saw that he was a person who was afraid of suffering, and the suffering of medicine and the suffering of life could also be discussed together?

This kid is full of intelligence, and he can understand it at one point, and Lao Tzu really didn't see the wrong person. Seeing Mo Qing go out with the bowl, Uncle Mo Lun had a smile on his face and thought secretly proudly.

According to Uncle Mo Lun's words, Mo Qing found a long-sealed chisel from under the bed, without which the stool could not be made, after all, a few holes in the board used to thread the legs of the stool could not be solved with just an axe.

Find the right position, use the axe to mark the board, Mo Qing pointed the chisel at the wooden board placed in the scrap, and smashed it down with an axe, so frightened that the Fu general who was standing in front hurriedly jumped to the side, waving his claws to express his dissatisfaction with Mo Qing's reckless behavior.

Mo Qing's movements were very fast, and with a clanging sound, four holes of the same size appeared on the wooden board, picked up the stool legs that had been made on the ground, two axes and one axe, and smashed several stool legs down in three or two strokes. Shake it vigorously with your hands, but don't move at all.

Good!

The stool leg Mo Qing is a strong wood like acacia wood, after all, it is a serious matter, but you don't dare to use bad materials, otherwise the stool will break when you sit on it, and then the matter will be big.

Mo Qing deliberately left the legs of the stool relatively high, because Uncle Mo Lun's height was placed there, and if it was too low, he would have to move his injured leg if he sat on it.

Climbed onto the stool, even with the weight of the lucky general on his body, Mo Qing jumped on it a few times, and saw that the stool didn't move, so he jumped down satisfied. After finding a piece of animal skin and rubbing it carefully, he carried a stool about the height of him into Uncle Merron's room.

Aunt Li asked Mo Qing curiously what this thing was, but her hand did not forget to slap him on the head as a punishment for carrying such a big thing.

Mo Qing rubbed his head and bared his teeth, these two are good, they just love to beat people too much, and they like to greet their heads the most.

Under Mo Qing's explanation, Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li figured out the purpose of the toilet stool. Then he dodged the two big slaps that flew over and ran out into the yard to their reassuring laughter.

These two people, after their bodies gradually recovered, became more and more fond of expressing their feelings with slaps.

Mo Qing felt very strange about his state today, and he tossed for a long time with an axe and a piece of wood, but he didn't feel the slightest tiredness, and his body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Mo Qing and Fu picked up the discarded wood in the kitchen, and walked to a small forest at the back of the village with an axe.

He was going to make another pair of crutches, and in a few days, Uncle Merron's leg injury would heal and be ready to use.

It's not okay for a person to always lie in the house, so it's easy to have some strange emotions, for a person who can't be idle for a moment, lying on the bed and not being able to move, it's even more cruel, haven't you seen that Uncle Merlun has been trying to restrain his bad mood these days?

A cane is not the same as a stool. Not to mention that there is no wood of the right length at home, even if there is Mo Qing, I don't plan to use it, cut a big wooden stake into a thin stick, the process is too troublesome, it is better to come to the small tree to find some small trees of the appropriate thickness and worry.

Mo Qing has a good hand, which he learned from the old man in his previous life.

The old man's kung fu Mo Qing didn't dare to say how high it was, but that magical skill was really impossible to say.

The beautiful and strangely shaped furniture in the house is made by the old man, no matter what it is, as long as you can say the general idea, the old man can make it, not only to meet your imagination, but also to definitely exceed your expectations.

In the past, the old man made a little yellow finch for Mo Qing, and he recruited other yellow finches to come to court. Mo Qing followed him all day long, and his skills were naturally not much worse, after all, the phrase 'born in the door, strong people with three points' is not said in vain.

The stool and the cane were one or two of the old man's endless strange things. The old man knows a lot of things, and he is good at all kinds of crafts such as making iron and building houses, weaving, planting flowers and raising medicines.

If you want to live alone in the mountains, you can't do it without the backing of your skills.

Rubbing his sour nose, Mo Qing used an axe to cut down the branch that had been dangling in front of him, who made it so annoying.

After chopping the eyeless branch into more than a dozen pieces, Mo Qing's mood finally calmed down, and he took an axe and carefully searched for materials suitable for crutches in the forest.