Chapter 100: Three or two pear blossoms are white

The hut on Huangshi Ridge that had been renovated by Mo Qing only two years ago became scattered, and the rattan door smashed down not far from Mo Qing's side, and he still had some broken wood chips on him that he didn't know which part of the wooden house was. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were a lot of water droplets on the surrounding land and on Mo Qing's body and face, which were left behind by the melting of the snowflakes that had just fallen.

At this time, Lin Qiuyan was gone, and she was half-hugged by the middle-aged woman to chase that evil thing.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing wanted to scold the middle-aged woman, knowing that the danger of that ghost thing, she still had to take Lin Qiuyan with her, if something happened, how would you explain it to me?

Given that the middle-aged woman had saved her life just now, Mo Qing muttered in her heart for a while but still didn't scold her words.

Mo Qing was lying on the ground, his two eyes looking straight at the direction where Lin Qiuyan disappeared, which was also the direction of Mo Village.

A devastated mountain forest stretched from him to the front before slowly disappearing.

That's because that damn yellow thing flew high into the air.

Mo Qing had been lying on the ground like this for a short while, not because of how wonderful it was to lie on the ground, but because he found that he couldn't get up at all.

The burning sensation that had suddenly risen in my heart just now was gone, and with it was endless tiredness and pain that went deep into the bone marrow.

He was tired to death, his body seemed to fall apart, and the pores that had been fully contracted by fright had been completely opened at this time, and sweat flowed out of his body like no money, damp the ground under him.

The scorching heat that suddenly appeared just now drained the strength of Mo Qing's whole body, so much so that he couldn't swallow it even if he wanted to put his hand into his arms and take out a pill that Lin Qiuyan had left for him.

Endless tiredness surged towards him like a tide, Mo Qing struggled hard for a moment, but after all, he couldn't resist the boundless exhaustion, and a pair of eyes slowly closed.

Looking at the vague direction of home, he vaguely felt as if he had overlooked something extremely important as he was about to disappear from consciousness.

A vague aura rose from the sleeping Mo Qing's body, and the Fu Jiang who was lying in Mo Qing's arms opened his tired eyes and looked at them unconsciously, and then closed his eyes again.

The sun, whose temperature had dropped quite a bit, slanted its face above the western sky and looked at Mo Qing, who was lying motionless on the ground......

After the sun sets, it should be the most comfortable time of summer, and the hot heat has subsided a lot as the sun hibernates.

A breeze was followed by a cool show, not the hot steam of the middle of the day.

Flocks of birds and flocks flew into the mountains and forests from afar, landing on the branches of the trees and chirping noisily, as if telling the harvest of the day and the longing for not seeing a day.

Repeated cyan or white smoke rises from the houses, tilts to one side in the evening breeze, and fades as it rises, until it melts into the twilight sky.

In the creek behind the village, the laughter of the children could be faintly heard, and they had long forgotten that it was time for supper, until the sound of their mother's cries came from afar, and they hurried to the shore.

Brushing his wet hair with his hands, he made droplets of water and got his companion who was standing next to him who was getting dressed, and then before his companion could react, he ran towards the village with his clothes and bare buttocks.

The kid who had been covered in water didn't care about pulling his clothes smoothly, and screamed and killed the child in front of him.

The sound of giggling reached the village all the way......

Aunt Li cooked a little early tonight, and when the other houses were still smoking, she was bending over and scrubbing the dishes and chopsticks on a bluestone next to the kitchen.

Under the revitalized willow tree in the courtyard, Uncle Molun and Huang Laoxie were drinking each other with a coarse porcelain bowl.

On the stone table in front of him were two small dishes with wine, one plate of green cucumbers and the other plate of fried peanuts mixed with salt.

The two of them did not speak, but sat like that, bowing their heads from time to time to take a sip of the aromatic wine in the bowl.

When the wine reaches the mouth, it is not swallowed immediately, but it is rolled in the mouth for a while with the breath closed, and then it takes a long breath and looks like it is extremely enjoyable.

The wine is the pear blossom white of the Li family's characteristics in Mo Town, the taste is mellow and fragrant, the strength is violent, and after the entrance, it is like a flame sliding down from the throat to the stomach, and it is the best wine within a hundred miles.

In the past, Uncle Molun would also put some on this wine, but the quantity was not much, and he was usually reluctant to drink it, and he would only take the pear blossom white out to entertain the guests during the New Year.

But now it's different, since Mo Qing scavenged all the middle-aged scribes, Uncle Molun's family has stepped into the point of worry-free food and clothing.

Although the money was given to every household in the village, there was still a lot left.

In addition, Mo Qing's skills have increased greatly in the past two years, and he can catch a wild animal in the mountains, so his life is much better than before.

Since the year before last, Uncle Molun and Huang Laoxie have stopped drinking those inferior wines, and the pear blossom white of one person and three taels a day has become a compulsory homework.

Don't worry about money, with Mo Qing's kid here, just go up the mountain and go around, and the wine money will come back.

It's not to mention that kid, the harvest of hunting in the mountains is more than enough to get some wine and drink, and he lives in the world for a lifetime, so he can't always wronged himself.

Aunt Li muttered to Uncle Molun about this, saying something like 'I don't know if I think about the child, Mo Qing is so old, it's time to ask for a daughter-in-law, there are places where money is used everywhere, and you can't control your mouth' or something like that.

Aunt Li said that Aunt Li said, but Uncle Molun is still the same, and three taels of pear blossoms a day are essential.

The situation of his own family knows how much he earns every year, and he knows very well in his heart, and drinking a little wine by himself is nothing.

This mother-in-law is a person who can't spend more money, obviously she is distressed about money, and she has to talk about Mo Qing's family affairs.

'All this big?'

Is a 14-year-old considered to be an old child? Although the children in the mountains are early in the family, they can't be older at the age of 14, right?

Still asking for a daughter-in-law?

How many people openly and secretly want to send their daughters to the door, don't they all let her refuse with a smile?

The excuse is that the child is still young and has not yet reached the age to talk about marriage. As a result, as soon as the people left, she told herself in a blink of an eye that the child was no longer young......

Thinking of this, Uncle Molun couldn't help but want to laugh, this mother-in-law is really ......

After laughing, there will be a little pride and pride rising from the heart, like Mo Qing's situation, it is the first in the village.

Other people's children want to get married, and the one who doesn't say good things to the woman's family and do good things before and after running is afraid that people won't agree.

As a result, it was good to go to his own boy, but the situation was completely reversed, and in the past few years, he has openly and secretly introduced relatives to his own boy, not twenty, but also fifteen or sixteen.

Zhu even called his niece to live at home for a period of time every year, and he knew the reason behind this.

However, the daughters of these families were politely rejected by this mother-in-law, and they muttered to themselves that they were not good at giving birth and raising them, and they were not worthy of their own children.

Uncle Molun doesn't care if he is born or not, as long as his own kid likes it, the two of them can get along.

Aunt Li, they have never had children, and they have lived most of their lives with affection?

Thinking of the happy place, Uncle Molun picked up the wine bowl, put it to his lips and took a beautiful "snort", and then half-narrowed his eyes, looking extremely enjoyable.

After a while, he took a breath and picked up two pieces of emerald green cucumber and threw them into his mouth, chewing 'click'.

Huang Laoxi, who was sitting on the stone bench and half-leaning on the willow tree, didn't know what happy thing he remembered, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, put the bowl to his lips and took a sip, and then leaned his head on the willow tree behind him, his eyes looked up, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Seeing the gray-haired Huang Laoxi, the joy in Uncle Molun's heart disappeared and turned into a thick worry.

I and my mother-in-law have been getting younger and younger over the years, and the past few years have not seemed to have left the slightest trace on the two of them, not to mention the slightest old state, and even the energy seems to be much stronger than before.

Several people who were several years younger than him stood beside him, looking at least ten years older than him.

The people in the village laughed at themselves and said, "If I want to have Mo Qing, a boy who is so angry, he will live more and more lightly", and after speaking, he didn't forget to slap the stupid boy next to him twice, saying that this kid in his own house makes people angry when he looks at it.

When the body is better, this is naturally a good thing, but I don't understand the problem, Uncle Molun, like the people in the village, thinks that it is because the two of them are in a better mood and have no worries about this situation.

It's right to think about it, who doesn't want to live a long time like this?

It's just that Brother Huang's situation is a little worrying, unlike the two of him, his body has become more and more decayed in recent years.

This was all caused by the damn black-robed man a few years ago, if it weren't for him, with Brother Huang's previous body and bones, he wouldn't have been able to get to this point.

Thinking of the damn black-robed people, Uncle Molun felt that it seemed a little light to burn them to ashes, and people like them should have cut the oil pot with a thousand knives.

Mo Qing, this kid, has been in the mountain several times, saying that he wants to find a good medicine for Brother Huang and a few of himself, but he has returned empty-handed several times, and he doesn't know if he has found it this time.

The sequelae of himself and Mo Zhan are nothing, at most they suffer a little bit when it is cloudy and rainy, they are all people who are struggling in the mountains, and this matter has not been taken to heart.

The most important thing is Brother Huang, who has been so old in the past few years, and the hearts of people who watch it are sour.

has been friends of life and death for decades, how can I feel good looking at him like this.

Uncle Mo Lun secretly prayed when he was fine, hoping that Mo Qing could find medicine in the mountains and come back, so that Huang Laoxi's injuries could be cured, and several people walked happily together.

Aunt Li washed the dishes and walked over, shook the wine jar on the table, glanced at Uncle Molun on the side angrily, and then poured the little left in it into the wine bowl of the two.

Uncle Molun, who was full of worries, grinned at Aunt Li, stretched out his hand to pick up the wine bowl on the table, and was about to greet Huang Laoxi, and the two took a sip together.

Before the words came out, I heard Huang Laoxi, who was leaning against the tree and looking up at the sky, shouting in a hoarse voice, "Not good!"