When he woke up again, the first thing was a strong smell of herbs that rushed into Fu Yunge's senses.

He opened his eyes dimly, and then was surprised to find himself lying in a humble hut.

Underneath him is a clay kang, there is no fire, and the cool yin qi of the loess penetrates into the skin, which feels very comfortable. Not far away was a small stove with a casserole stewed with herbs on top, and the medicinal soup in it was steaming.

The room was remarkably quiet, and the early morning sky outside shone in through the wood-edged windows and spilled onto the floor.

Fu Yunge's heart was hot, since it was morning outside, it was likely that he had been in a coma for a day.

Just as he was thinking this, the old man's singing suddenly sounded outside the house.

"The sky is like a round cover, and the earth is like a chess game. The world is divided into black and white, and they fight for honor and disgrace. ”

"The honorable are at peace, and the humiliated are at peace. Qiao lives in the mountains and wilderness, and the high sleep is insufficient. ”

Then there was the sound of approaching steps. The old man who sang first put a basket of things outside the door, pushed the door himself and walked in.

Listening to Hushu's "squeak" scream, Fu Yunge guessed that this old man was the benefactor who saved him yesterday. It seems that he should have returned from cutting wood and laboring, but listening to his songs does not seem to be as fireworks as ordinary farmers.

Just thinking about it, the old man had already pushed open the firewood door of the inner room and came to Fu Yunge.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, and his hair was gray. The kind and harmonious face, even the eyes are as clear as the smell of the mountain village.

Fu Yunge was stunned for a moment, it seemed that this old man was indeed no different from an ordinary peasant old man.

"You're awake. The old man glanced at Fu Yunge and nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for saving your life. ”

Fu Yunge hurriedly dragged the sick body to get up to express his gratitude, but his chest was still uncomfortable, so he had to half-lean on the pillow to speak.

The old man smiled slightly, and turned to look at the medicinal soup on the stove.

Fu Yunge asked again: "I don't know what the old man calls ......?"

The old man turned his face sideways, frowning and falling into thought.

After thinking for a while, the old man shook his head stupidly: "My name is old man." ”

"This ......" Fu Yunge was stunned. "Old man" is by no means an honorific title, it is really wrong to call the old man like this, it seems that it is better to call the old man. He whispered to himself.

The old man muttered for a moment, but did not speak again.

The herbs had already been boiled, and he brought down the casserole, and the medicinal soup inside had a bitter smell.

"Your illness will take at least three days to heal. But if you want to get back to normal, it will take seven or eight days. The old man muttered as he went to the cupboard to get the bowl.

Fu Yunge was a little surprised, and he felt that this old man didn't seem to be an idle person. His own body knows that the so-called "recovery as before" naturally refers to the state of complete recovery of the dantian qi sea, and this time is indeed about seven or eight days. If it weren't for his superb eyesight, how could a farmer do it in one sentence?

The old man ignored his surprise and poured the medicine into the bowl as if nothing had happened. After the medicine cooled down for a while, he carried it to Fu Yunge's bed and asked him to take it.

"This medicine is good for your recovery from injuries. The old man said lightly on the side.

After drinking the medicine, Fu Yunge soon felt that the injuries in his body began to heal gradually, and the pain was obviously reduced. He was even more grateful to the old man, and if he hadn't met this mysterious old man, he might have died by the side of the mountain road.

Breakfast was simple, two corn nests and a plate of pickles. Fu Yunge hadn't eaten for a long time, he had been hungry for a long time, and soon he gobbled it up, and swept away the plate like a whirlwind.

The old man soon went out again, and before leaving, he told him to continue to rest on the kang. Fu Yunge was lying on the bed alone, and his mind gradually became chaotic again.

He is safe now, but Dongfang Shiming, as well as everyone, doesn't know whether he is safe or not.

He was now alone, lying in bed and unable to do anything, and a sense of powerlessness and frustration came over him, haunting him.

After worrying for a long time, there was nothing to do, Fu Yunge had to lie on the bed and close his eyes to recuperate, and soon fell asleep again. The mountains are extremely quiet, and the green environment is very helpful for healing from injuries, and it is very good to recuperate in them.

In this way, Fu Yunge spent the day in a daze in the alternation of sleep and eating.

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Yunge gradually woke up to the birdsong. The old man's herbs had been boiled and had been placed at the head of his bed, but there was no trace of the old man, so he should have gone out to chop wood.

After drinking the herbs, Fu Yunge obviously felt that his body had recovered a lot, the dizziness and fatigue had disappeared, and he could already go down the kang. After feeling the condition of his body carefully, he rolled down tremblingly and walked out the door.

Pushing open the small firewood gate, there is a small open space surrounded by a small fence, which can be regarded as a courtyard. There are some vegetables planted in the yard, and there is a small flower garden, which looks like a wild mountain dwelling.

There were two small steps made of bluestone in front of the door, and Fu Yunge sat in front of the door on the steps. The breeze is blowing, cool, and there is a wisp of fresh mountain spring water.

Fu Yunge felt extremely comfortable physically and mentally, after the pain of the previous two days, he now felt like a new life.

The sky is still so long and green, blending in with the green hills in the distance. The partridges weave through the clouds, with a few cries from time to time, all in a laid-back and distant style.

The Fuyun singer held his cheeks, immersed in everything in front of him, stunned.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

Fu Yunge thought that the old man was back, and was about to get up, but he heard someone outside shouting: "Old Qiao, are you old Qiao?"

As soon as Fu Yunge thought about it, his eyes immediately caught a glimpse of the stack of firewood piled up by the door, and guessed that the person who came was looking for the old man. But the name "Qiao Lao", he heard of it for the first time.

While thinking, Fu Yunge got up to see who was coming. Walking to the door, Fu Yunge suddenly found that there was no gate here at all, but a low fence was opened with a gap the size of a courtyard gate, which had no protective effect at all.

Standing outside was an authentic farmer. He wore a hat on his head, and although the weather was not yet hot, he had opened his chest, a sweat towel around his neck, and a simple and honest smile on his face.

This is not something that Fu Yunge expected. He smiled at the man and said, "I'm sorry, but the old man is not here now. ”

"Not here?" the farmer tilted his neck back, but then continued, "Then I'll wait for him, he'll be back in a moment." ”

Although Fu Yunge is not sure about the relationship between this person and the old man, there should be no problem. The farmer did not see any outside, but raised his leg and went inside, and when he came to a clean clearing, he sat down.

"Anyway, it's the first time I've seen you at Old Qiao's house. The farmer took the initiative to accosting Yunge.

Fu Yunge thought that this question would be troublesome to explain, so he didn't answer him. On the contrary, he still didn't know anything about the old man, so he wanted to know more.

So he turned to ask, "Excuse me, has the old man always lived here?"

"What please, old man or something, it's really not true. The farmer glanced at him mockingly. But he quickly restrained himself a little and spoke to Fu Yunge:

"Here we all call him Qiao Lao. When he was here, I wasn't even born. Qiao Lao went up and down the mountain several times a day, chopping firewood and farming, just like us croppers. But he has the ability......"

At this, the farmer paused, and then said, "He can see a doctor, and he has kung fu." ”