Chapter 8 The Deadly Huang Laoxi

The autumn white clouds, gentle as flocculent, long away. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe dead leaves of the sycamore flickering and falling in the autumn wind.

Some birds that don't want to fly far are also reluctant to fly south, and if they don't go, they will not be able to go, and they will freeze to death after a while.

Another gust of autumn wind blew, setting off the fallen leaves all over the sky, and the chill brought by it made people can't help but tighten their clothes.

Facing the chilly autumn wind, Mo Qing shouted with his bare body, shouting to make the autumn wind more violent.

Qiu Feng seemed to understand Mo Qing's words, and suddenly rolled up a cloud of dust and rushed towards him.

"Bah" spit out the soil foam in his mouth, Mo Qing looked at the dusty water floating in his hand, and shouted twice at the distant autumn wind before pouring out the water in the bucket with extreme reluctance. Carrying a bucket of water, he walked slowly to the stream behind the village.

"What are you doing with your kid? I can't stand it? Hurry up, your Uncle Zhuzi's family is still waiting for water to cook." A loud voice came from the side.

Mo Qing muttered quietly, but his feet didn't dare to slow down, holding a large wooden barrel in one hand that was about to catch up with him, and ran towards the stream.

After all, the situation is stronger than people, and Huang Yaoshi himself can't afford to be provoked at this time! Yesterday, he was a little lazy for a while, and he trained himself for an extra hour.

Today is the second day of Mo Qing's training, and the content of the training was agreed upon by Uncle Mo Lun and Huang Yaoshi, due to the injury on Uncle Mo Lun's leg, he has not recovered enough to get out of bed, and the work of training Mo Qing is taken care of by Huang Yaoshi alone.

Yesterday, the amount set for Mo Qing at the beginning was to fill the water tanks of the ten households in the east of the village, but Huang Yaoshi looked at Mo Qing, who was still alive and kicking after completing the task, and the task became the water tank of half of the village, and then changed to the whole village.

Moreover, the small wooden barrel that was originally specially made for him has also become a large barrel with Mo Qing's shoulders slightly lower. The most excessive thing is that in the end, let him water his medicine garden aside.

After the harvest, the medicine garden was bare, only a few small pieces of frost-resistant herbs were still growing strongly, Mo Qing couldn't understand the meaning of watering the medicine garden at this time, but he didn't dare to have any criticism, otherwise if this tormenting Huang Laoxie let himself water the peach tree that grew all over the valley again, it would be too late to cry at that time.

Yesterday, Mo Qing stopped calling him Huang Yaoshi, and shouted Huang Laoxie in his heart.

"Uncle Zhuzi, I poured the water with you. Mo Qing gasped, stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, didn't dare to stop, picked up the bucket and ran out.

"This kid is running so fast, and Mo Lun and Huang Yaoshi are also real, so they are not afraid of exhausting the child.

But this kid is really strong, so small is like a wild cow, these two big buckets of water are difficult to carry even if the man with almost the strength is carrying. ”

The pillar came out of the hall and looked at Mo Qing, who had run away with the bucket, and whispered. After finishing speaking, he seemed to remember the two uncompetitive people in his house, so he turned around and yelled at the house:

"Black dog and black baby, you two rabbit cubs, why don't you hurry up and get up for me!

Now Mo Qing feels that his body is about to fall apart, and he has completely lost the excitement he had when he first started training yesterday, and he has not exercised for a long time, and his body will not be able to adapt for a while, so he got up from the bed this morning.

Although his whole body was sore, Mo still ran at his fastest speed with the water, with a stubbornness in his eyes. He didn't want to let himself back down, nor did he want to disappoint Uncle Merun, and he wanted to prove to Huang Laoxie that he was a little strong who couldn't be killed.

Uncle Mo Lun was not disappointed, after listening to Huang Yaoshi talk about the day's training last night, Uncle Mo Lun opened his mouth wide, although Huang Yao Shi repeatedly emphasized that what he said was true, but he still couldn't believe it.

Because what Huang Yaoshi said is too contrary to common sense, who can believe that a five or six-year-old child can carry about 100 catties of water to run in Zhuangzi. It's unrealistic to think about.

"This kid is definitely a humanoid giant beast when he grows up," this is Huang Yaoshi's evaluation of Mo Qing.

Even he once suspected that Mo Qing was made of the spirit of the mountains, because a child appeared in the wilderness for no reason, which was very suspicious in itself, and now he found that he had a strange power, and people couldn't help but think about it.

Uncle Molun and they rarely go far in their lives, and the people are simple and simple, so they don't think much about it. Huang Yaoshi has been out there for most of his life, and he has heard a lot of legends about this.

After hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, Uncle Mo Lun was silent for a moment, and then said:

"I received my brother's kindness, don't talk about it in the future, I only think that this child is born with divine power, even if it is transformed by the spirit in the mountain, it is also my Mo Lun's child. I don't believe that he will harm me if I raise him. If that's the case, then that's what I should do, and I can't blame others. ”

Aunt Li looked at Uncle Merlun and nodded firmly.

Huang Yaoshi touched his beard and nodded: "I knew you would say this, and I also mentioned it like this, let's not talk about whether the child is Jingqi or not, even Jingqi is not all bad." ”

The tired Mo Qing was woken up from his deep sleep by Fu Jiang, rubbed his eyes and looked at the light from Uncle Mo Lun's room, they hadn't slept so late.

Uncle Mo Lun's voice came along the orange light, and Mo Qing listened to it for a while, and fell asleep sweetly with full warmth.

The peach blossoms in the Peach Blossom Valley have long since gone, and the peaches are gone, only some yellowed leaves are still on the branches, but looking at their shivering appearance in the wind, you know that they will not last long.

There are so many peach trees in the Peach Blossom Valley, standing there one by one, crowding the entire valley.

As a pharmacist, he didn't have a variety of medicinal materials, but he didn't plant so many peach trees properly, so he called him Huang Laoxi, and he really didn't wronged him.

Mo Qing, who had already filled the water tank of the village people, poured water on the roots of the tree, and at the same time blackened Huang Yaoshi in his heart. The peach tree had already been watered with four buckets of water by Mo Qing, but now he took the bucket of water beside him and poured it again.

It looks like he wants to drown these hungry peach trees.

"Then pour five buckets of all the peach trees, and make up for what you haven't watered enough.

With you pouring like this, next year's peach blossoms will be extraordinarily beautiful. Huang Laoxi's voice came softly from the side, with an indescribable leisure.

Mo Qing looked at Huang Laoxi, who was looking at a yellow peach leaf with a gentle face, shivered viciously, picked up the bucket, and dragged his sour legs towards the stream again.

The stream flows from the west end of the village, like a jade belt, and flows around the back of the village to the Peach Blossom Valley at the east end of the village, dividing the Peach Blossom Valley into two halves from the middle.

How comfortable it is to carry water from here, saving time and effort, and high efficiency, but Huang Laoxie didn't think so, so he had to let Mo Qing bring the water from the back of the village.

Mo Qing felt that his lungs were about to explode, so he picked up the herbal tea that Huang Laoxie put there and poured two large bowls in one go, only then did he feel better, and he didn't know what he put in it, and he drank it until he had a strange smell in his mouth.

When the sun was setting in the west and hanging diagonally over the forest, Huang Laoxie finally made Mo Qing stop watering. On the last trip, the two buckets of water were almost moved by Mo Qing little by little.

In front of Huang Laoxi's several thatched huts, there was a large vat, which contained more than half a tank of black water, constantly steaming upward.

Mo Qing, who was tired and couldn't move, lay directly on the ground after Huang Laoxie announced the end of training, he never imagined that lying on the ground would be so comfortable.

As soon as he enjoyed it for a while, Mo Qing was picked up by Huang Laoxi, and the only remaining shorts on his body were rudely pulled off by him, and then the whole person was put into the hot water.

Grinning and howling, Mo Qing just wanted to jump out of the tank, but was pressed back by Huang Laoxie on his head.

"Boy, what is howling, let me stay in it honestly, for you, this vat of blood-activating and destasis water has cost the old man how many medicinal materials, if you don't stay in it for half an hour, don't think about coming out."

Fu Jiang grabbed the peach tree branch next to him and hung it in the air, looking at Mo Qing who was wailing in the vat with a sympathetic expression.

In less than a quarter of an hour, after getting used to the water temperature, Mo Qing leaned on the wall of the tank and fell asleep, Huang Laoxie looked at Mo Qing who fell asleep, his eyes showed shock and satisfaction, from morning to now, this child has carried more than 600 buckets of water, 100 buckets more than yesterday, he is a strong man, and he has already been tired at this time.

Touching the gradually cooler water, Huang Yaoshi gently took Mo Qing out, wiped the water on his body, and put Mo Qing on the bed in the house.

Aunt Li, who had already cooked the meal and came here to ask Huang Yaoshi and Mo Qing to go back to eat, gently massaged Mo Qing under the guidance of Huang Yaoshi.

Aunt Li looked at Mo Qing's obviously swollen arms and legs, and held the pair of small hands that were worn out of shape by the wooden barrel, and tears involuntarily dripped from the corners of her eyes.

When Mo Qing woke up, he had already returned to Uncle Mo Lun's house.

Dinner has been brought to Aunt Li, very hearty, boiled eggs, fried rabbit meat, boiled meat porridge, looking at it makes people appetite, of course, if there is no smell of herbs, it is better.

Mo Qing's dinner was fed by Aunt Li, originally he wanted to eat it by himself, but as soon as he reached out to take the chopsticks, Aunt Li's eyes turned red.

After dinner, Fu Jiang gently stepped on his body, and Mo Qing soon fell asleep