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The rooster crowed through the green and dark colors of the mountains, and the white marks appeared in the sky in the east, and the mist gradually turned yellow. Soon, the golden morning sun broke through the clouds and fog and looked over the mountain, shining at the village at the foot of the mountain.

The quiet mountain village was filled with chickens and dogs, and the smoke from cooking was rising from the roofs.

The cool morning breeze blew into the window frame, and Geng Qing wrapped a mattress with dense stitches and a layer of patches, thin and broken.

Feeling the coolness of the morning, I woke up and got up and put on my clothes and shoes. Outside the yard, the fox was playing in the yard with a stone I picked up from somewhere, digging it with his claws, and swinging his tail to pounce the stone open, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, when he saw Geng Qing coming out, he ran over happily and wandered around, and his tail rubbed against the belly of the young man's exposed feet.

"What a vixen..."

The red fox stuck out his tongue and rubbed it even more happily.

In the yard, Wang Qiujin tore the leaves of wild vegetables and mixed them with moldy rice and scattered them on the ground to feed the two hens at home. She is a weak person and cannot get angry. She sprinkled a handful of chicken food: "It's only been two days, so I won't say I'll lie down for a while."

"The back hurts when sleeping."

Geng Qing did not retort, and laughed twice, causing the woman to glar at him, "Go to the stove and have some food, take care of your family, and mom goes to the fields to help your father's work."

"I'll help."

Geng Qing wanted to get a hoe, but the woman pushed it back, so he had to go to the straw hut and cook the bowl of black rice. It tasted like rice, with a little bitter taste, and the taste was rustling, like dust particles that had not been cleaned.

After chewing a few grains stuck to the fingertips, the black color was infected. When I asked the busy woman in the yard, I realized that it was the black sap mixed with rice, and the food that poor people often ate was also used to nourish his body.

After breakfast, he used to wash the dishes by himself. Geng Qing is a smart person. Since he gradually accepted this identity, he cannot seem too unfamiliar. He put the dishes and chopsticks together and helped the woman clean the yard. He cleaned up the yard for half an hour. He was also very tired and sat under the eaves to wipe his sweat and breathe.

The woman beside her was relieved to see it, and handed him a wrinkled handkerchief to wipe his sweat, carrying a hoe and going out.

"My mother..."

Geng Qing put on a handkerchief and snatched a hoe from the woman's hand. The sunshine on his face was smiling, "I'd better let me go. My body is almost the same. I have to work hard to become stronger."

"I can't tell you that after you recovered from your illness, your mouth became more and more flexible. If you can't move, come back and don't be tired."

The woman was worried about her advice. Geng Qing smiled and took the hoe out of the village. She saw the figure of Geng from a distance across several acres of land. She took off her shoes and carried it in her hand. She stepped on the mud on the ridge of the field barefoot and dug a few hoes as the old man did. She felt that going to the field to farm was not something you could understand by reading two time travel novels. Fortunately, this body has done a lot of farm work and her hands are mostly calloused, so she would not have been able to swing the hoe for a long time and peel off the skin of her palms.

It is a meticulous job to sow seeds in spring. Old Man Geng dug the ravines, straightened his waist with a hoe, wiped off the sweat stains on his forehead, looked at his son over there, his feet and calves were mud, and he was twisting and clumsy, and he hooked two of them. The old man sighed and drove Geng Qing back.

"If you have your body well, help me and exchange your mother for it."

The young man sat down to the ridge of the field and rested with a little embarrassed look at the muddy water flowing through the gullies that emerged, and a little pain came from his palm. It was indeed not the material for doing farm work.

‘You have to do something, right?’

On the way back, Geng Qing thought about this question. In the past two days of contact, it can be seen from the food that the food was squeezed out from the gap between his teeth on weekdays. I am afraid that the rice I ate this morning was only willing to cook a little during festivals or when there were distinguished guests at home.

As soon as the eyebrows were thinking about it, they almost arrived at the entrance of the village and suddenly bumped into someone. They found three thin young young men standing there, about the same age as Geng Qing, who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with dark skin. They gathered together like three big gophers.

The one in the lead was a little stronger, holding his arms like a second-rate man shaking his feet.

"Dazhu... Have you been sick these two days? Did you bring food when you came out? Give us some some a visit."

The other two didn't speak, just kept laughing.

Geng Qing probably remembers that this dark young man was called Geng Dachun. He was also a relative. He was strong and had a lot of appetite. He couldn't stand being hungry. He often stole things to steal and robbed peers who were thinner than him in the village.

Geng Dazhu was dull earlier, so naturally he was bullied a lot.

This scene...

Geng Qing met many times when he was still in school. He would not beat him in a disagreement. Even if he beat him, he would be injured. It was not a good deal.

However, such people are prone to gaining a high point. If they take a step back, they will be able to ride on their heads. Those who kick their backs that night are afraid that the three of them will be the ones who kicked themselves in the back.

"Oh, Dachun, I almost bumped into you three, didn't eat? I have half a pancake, why don't you take it to share it?"

Geng Qing turned off his belt and wrapped half a piece of cake inside. Before leaving, Wang Qiujin gave it to him and asked him to give it to Old Man Geng. The old man only ate half of it, leaving the rest for his son.

Without hesitation, he gave it to the three of them readily. Instead, Geng Dachun stared at the half pancake in his hand, blinked his eyes and looked at the back of the village.

"Dazhu, weren't you very stubborn before? Why did you suddenly change your temper?"

The two companions next to him took the pancakes from him and broke them apart. They laughed and said, "Isn't this better? How generous? Why don't you let him touch some eggs from home and let us taste the meat?"

"Just, just steal one of his chickens, isn't it just right?"

Of course, the three of them just talked, squatting on the ground and eating rice cakes, patting their butts to wander around. After all, if they really want to do that, they will not be beaten to death by Old Man Geng. Nowadays, who lays eggs, the hens are not treasures. If they really dare to steal the chickens and eat them, the whole village dares to chase them with a hoe.

On the other side, Geng Qing did not rush home and wandered around the village. After all, everything in the village was still unfamiliar to him, so it would be no harm to look around and get familiar with it.

Occasionally, I meet an old man who stays at home to take care of his children or sits under the eaves to put on his shoes, and greets him with a smile.

Most of the villages have surnames Geng, and they are related to each other. Geng Qing's seniority is naturally lower. As a salesperson in his previous life, he was not as thin-skinned as a salesperson. Now when he sees an older person, he respectfully calls him uncle, aunt, or grandpa, and calls him so comfortable.

Sometimes when he shouted wrongly, the other party was not annoyed, and corrected the title, but happily said that he had "been sick and became loving to greet people." "It was not like this before, but now he is so obedient."

After walking around, Geng Qing also figured out the situation in the village almost all, turned around a road ahead, and a courtyard without a fence came into view.

From the information I heard, I learned that the house was originally a relative of Geng in the village. Later, I died of illness and only one woman was left.

Before he could pass, he saw Widow Zhang holding firewood and piled up. After seeing the sky, he also went out to work in the fields.

The clothes drying racks were built with a few wooden sticks in the yard, and the clothes were dripping with water. I thought I would have washed them in the morning. Geng Qing saw her leave and his eyes fell on the coarse linen on it. He saw a pair of white and miserable shorts with light red spots on it. Even if there were things to take menstruation these days, there were no ones in the poor family. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

‘Dachun…hehe.’

After looking around, no one went straight to the yard, he pulled off his shorts and rolled them in his hand, and walked around to Dachun's house, stuffed them away from the cracks in the broken window, only a corner was exposed, and then carried a hoe and turned to an aunt's house. There was only an old woman in the yard, and was fetching water from the well. By seniority, he had to call out grandma.

"My grandma, let me do it."

Geng Qing said, hurriedly put down the hoe, went over to help pull up the bucket, poured the water into the jar, making the old woman next to her laugh so hard that her mouth couldn't close, and her face was full of happy expressions.

"Dazhu, are you coming back from the ground?"

"Hey, I just came back. Didn't you just watch Ah Mi fuck water? Come and help." Geng Qing turned around and smiled, "Ah Mi, I'll call me this heavy work in the future, but this disease happened to be just right. Sometimes I'm stunned for a while, and then I'm like an ordinary person. I forgot some places in the village. You can take me around before noon now."

"I'll thank God if you can get better."

The old woman took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it to the young man. She said a few words: "The water is ready, enough, let's go, my grandma take you to have a walk in the village."

"Haole."

Geng Qing wiped his face, took a hoe and resisted it on his shoulders, and waited until the old woman came out of the house and followed behind.

In fact, I probably remembered the situation in the village. Along the way, I still patiently listened to the old woman pointing at home. When I arrived at Dachun's house, Geng Qing glanced at the corners of the cloth exposed in the gap in the window and said inadvertently.

"Other people's clothes are hung outside, but Dachun is stuffed into the crack in the window."

Most of the elderly in rural areas have the habit of meddling nostalgia. After looking at it, they nagged, "This spring is not worry-free and thrown everywhere."

I used to pull out the clothes in the crack and prepared to be hung for Dachun Hang outside. But when I shook it open, I had a pair of big shorts, and blood was vaguely visible on the crotch.

It seems that this is not a man.

"Ho!!" The old woman was a person who had experienced it, and she didn't know what it was. She put away her shorts with a cold eye, threw them to the door, spitted a mouthful of saliva, then pulled Geng Qing and left, "Dazhu, don't imitate Geng Dachun, you're so shameless!"

"Don't learn, don't learn."

Geng Qing held back his laughter and pretended to be curious to ask, but the old woman stared back with a look. After that, the village turned around. The old woman seemed to have something to do and said that she would take him around next time. She hurried to the entrance of the village and asked who was there from door to door.

‘Haha…some have seen it.’

When he returned to his home behind the village, he walked over a row of ten thousand greens half a person tall. In the yard, Wang Qiujin sifted the rice with a winnowing basket. It was the kind that had not yet been removed. The dust and shavings were everywhere. The woman squinted her eyes and turned her face, and asked Geng Qing to walk beside her, but she coughed several times.

"Ahem... Dazhu stands farther and be careful to choke...Ahem!"

Geng Qing looked at the flying dust and squinted his eyes and coughed. He suddenly had an idea in his mind. In his previous life, he was more interested in creating some strange things and made some farm tools.

I vaguely remember in my mind that something may be useful, and it can be made into a small one.

"My grandma, I'll do this later."

Geng Qing went to the straw hut and put down the hoe, shouted that the woman took the dustpan and put it on the ground, "Do you have a saw at home?"

"What do you want to do this? That's only the carpenters, there are no craftsmen in our village."

Wang Qiujin looked at her son suspiciously. Since she recovered from the illness, she either stared in a daze or said something strange to Guli. Unfortunately, her family couldn't afford to hire a mage, and she just hoped that she wouldn't be really obsessed with ghosts.

Now, it's still up to his wishes.

"There are only hatchets at home, do you want them?"

The hatchet...is just a bit of it. It took a long time to delay. Geng Qing rolled up his sleeves, took the hatchet he found by his mother, moved some thick wood behind the house, and chopped firewood in the yard. The splashing wood chips were everywhere on the ground. From time to time, he picked up branches and drew out drawings on the ground, creating a pattern that the woman couldn't understand.

Not long after, a shocking scream and scolding suddenly rang out from outside, from the beginning of the village to the end of the village.

"Geng Dachun, you shameless-"

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"The neighbors like to force themselves, bully the young, and humiliate Geng Gong. The man waved dozens of whips and drove them away." - "The Book of Geng Gong" two chapters
Chapter completed!