Although there are many firewood and grass, there are many people. There will be no one nearby. The golden crows in the distance cannot be rushed back before falling. The best place is the nobles' forest products that cannot move around.

This is the real Central Plains, and it was developed very early. Except for the necessary firewood and grass mountain, it has been reclaimed into arable land.

Except for the farmers trapped under the Jingtian Village system, the nobles of the corporal level and above all rely on the income from public fields and the escaped dependants to frantically cultivate private fields that do not require tax payments.

Thanks to the riots of the people of Zhou Wangcheng and learning from history, some public wastelands were left outside Shangqiu City to let the civilians in the city cook, rather than the property of the nobles or offices.

On the square-divided arable land outside the barren mountains, either the farmers in the villages of Jingtian, the forced slaves, the landless sluts who surrender to them, or the son-in-law who sells their bodies as quality. Relying on simple bones, wood, clam shells, and farm tools made of bronze, hope is cultivated, and occasionally a few desolate and sad songs are heard.

The land on the hillside may not be so square, and four trees were planted as the boundary.

The sprinkling of seeds in the sky is still the mainstream, and I rarely see land with ridges and soils.

Shi silently observed the surrounding land and the work of farmers, wiped his sweat, sat under a cypress tree, with a large bundle of branches piled up behind him.

It's not very heavy, but the thin hemp rope is tied to the shoulders, which hurts a lot.

After wiping the sweat, I looked at the people carrying firewood in groups like him on the way. Some of them were young but had more than him. At this time, I was always embarrassed to let go of some, so I had to bear it.

The body is not unbearable, it is just a slight collection of firewood. The two red marks on the shoulders should have not yet been ground out.

The gentleman who was teaching under the tree didn't know if there was such a red mark on his shoulder, but the soles of his feet must be like iron and stone. He used steps and straw shoes to measure the meaning in his heart.

If you really have the chance to become his disciple in the future, you will have to go thousands of miles to attack for righteous deeds. You will definitely have to carry food and weapons on your body, which is no easier than carrying these firewood and grass now.

"Hey, it's not that easy to be an ambitious family, especially those who want to get involved in the Mo family. It's better to be prepared to grind out a layer of calluses in the future."

After muttering, I also understood in my heart that even if I want to get into the Mo family, it will not be easy to pretend for ten or eight years, and the internal requirements are too strict.

Gengzhuzi was an official in Chu State. After getting two hundred taels of gold, he had to hurry back to the organization and attached a bamboo slip to explain the origin of the gold and dare not use it privately. Gong Shangguo went to Yue State to lobby, and King Yue was willing to give the Mo family a fiefdom of five hundred miles. Mozi had to first ask whether the Mo family could implement the Mo family's righteousness. If he could not implement it, he would not be able to go to the thousand miles of fiefdom...

When I think of this legendary character, which is true or false, and is so close to me, I can't help but feel indescribable emotion in my heart.

Unfortunately, I have not taken this first step yet. At most, I am a member of the peripheral. Not to mention Mo Zi's personal disciple, I am not even a formal Mozhe.

Thinking of this, he sighed and thought to himself that he would carry the firewood used at home to fill his stomach first before considering these things.

Finally, he waved his sleeves and wiped off the sweat from his face, screamed, and thrust the firewood on his back with his back and headed towards the city wall.

After walking a few steps, I heard a panic scream from the field in the distance.

The center of the shouting was like a piece of carrion, attracting people like flies to surround them.

Shi staggered a few steps, held Chaicao with his backhand, twisted his body and ran towards him, curious about what had happened.

Before we got closer, we heard some people shouting in a mess.

"I'm afraid it's a collision with ghosts and gods, hey... my son died like this."

"Maybe it's hot? Can you suck some cold water on your face, or can you wake up?"

"It might be fine if you are suffering from the heat of the summer, soak in cold water."

The crowd could block the view, but could not block the invisible sound. I could understand through the crowd, and someone might have fainted.

Everyone talked in a slight manner and formed a ball.

I ran over to watch the fun and stretched my neck like a pinched duck. I found a middle-aged farmer lying in the crowd. It must be that the weather was too hot and I was hit by the heat.

At this time, it was still the time when witch doctors were everywhere, and minor illnesses such as heatstroke were easily killed, especially now that the weather is hot.

A young girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, squatted beside the middle-aged man who fainted, kept calling out to her father. At this time, she was panicked, but she didn't cry, but she was just at a loss.

The audience said nonsense that the little girl had long lost her mind. How could she understand whether it was caused by ghosts or water splashing in hot weather?

But the saying of ghosts and gods is hard to see. There is a well next to the pouring cold water. Seeing her father fainting, the habit of Dayu controlling the water in her bones was advantageous. When she picked up the clay pot for drinking water, she had to draw water nearby and asked everyone to help her carry her father to the ditches in the distance to prepare to soak it in water.

The little girl left the crowd and was in a panic. She bumped into her arms with a bang. The clay pot in her hand almost smashed and she left without caring about anything she said.

But I didn't want to stretch out a pair of powerful arms from the ground and hold her arm.

The little girl was eager to save her father, but she didn't look back. She pulled her hard and wanted to break free, but she didn't expect that her hands were extremely powerful and she couldn't struggle at all.

At this time, I turned around and found that the hand was the young stranger with sharp eyebrows next to me.

Shi didn't explain anything and shouted at the crowd: "No, I'm so hot, I'm so hot that I get heated. I'll get cold water. If I can't sweat and sweat, I can't dissipate it. I'll die faster!"

The little girl was still young, and she was a poor family who was sensible. At this time, after hearing the four words "death faster", Zhenru's heart exploded with thunder and stood there like a wood. After a moment, she cried all her life.

"Some say my father had been involved in ghosts and gods, some say he wanted to splash cold water, and some said he couldn't splash... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

I shook my shoulders and landed the firewood on the ground, knowing that I was young. When this clan era had just disintegrated, being young means no one listened to the words.

At this time, I could only use the tiger skin to make a big banner and said loudly: "I am Modi's disciple, so I naturally listen to me! If you know the will of ghosts and gods, who can compare with my Mo family? I said it was not the punishment given by ghosts and gods, then it was not!"

This is strange. Although Mo Zhai is famous, he has a specialized in his profession. At this time, in addition to the witch doctor, the truly famous doctor was actually Bian Que's master Changsangjun.

However, on the one hand, I didn’t know the reputation of Changsangjun, and on the other hand, I was more famous in Shangqiu, Song State. These people didn’t know what the Mo family did, but there was something about stopping Chu from attacking Song. Even if it was a matter of curing diseases and saving people, it would be better to mention the name of Mo Di than to mention Changsangjun.

At this time, when talking about Changsang Jun who everyone knew, it was not even better to shout the name of a young nobleman like Sima Chang, a familiar corporal from Qiutian.

When the little girl heard this, she touched her tears and said, "My little brother, please save my father. My brother is building a palace for the office and hasn't come back yet. I still have some corn in my house, as long as it can be saved..."

Shi looked down at the little girl who was underweight, covered in tears and mud, and nodded, "My disciples, save people and do their best. I dare not say whether they can save them well, so I can only do my best."

The little girl is not very old, but she is extremely capable. She nodded with her teeth and agreed.

"Please carry him under the tree and let the circle ventilate. Who's the house is coming? Go back and get some salt and then get some cold water."

The farmers in these villages and communities have served in the military service. No one has followed the etiquette system of formal soldiers and reserve soldiers. Everyone is a soldier. Once someone issues orders, they will be divided into several regiments in an instant and do what they say.

Four strong men carried the fainted middle-aged man under the tree, reached out and untied the man's clothes, and tried the temperature on his body.

He stretched out his two fingers, bent slightly to make a hook, and spitted between his knuckles, as if when he was a child, his grandmother pulled her towards several places on her chest when she saw her getting angry.

The saliva lubricated, and it made a sound. Every time it was pulled, it was like someone sprinkling some expensive purple dye on his body, and it seemed as if black and purple fire was burned in those places.

The little girl squatted aside and looked at the purple color of her father's body. Although she didn't know what was going on, she still felt that she was saved. She secretly thanked the ghost god Haotian for the ghost and god, and her originally panicked heart calmed down.

Soon, those who took water and salt rushed back, and the rest of the people surrounded him, wanting to learn this so that their family members would be able to follow the example if they had heat and heat in the future.

Shi reached out and tried the well water he took out. It was very cool and suitable. He estimated the water in the tank, pinched a small pinch of salt according to the approximate normal saline concentration of 100 water salt, and stirred it with his fingers.

Turn around and pick up a stone, smashed down a piece of bark, and twisted it into a funnel.

He called someone to lift the man's mouth that fainted, clamped his tongue with a wooden stick, and penetrated the funnel made of the bark deep into his throat, and slowly poured the cold salted well water into it.

No one has ever seen such an operation as killing a pig and a dog, and he secretly smacks his tongue.

The cold salt well water poured into the stomach, and the abdomen of the fainted person gradually bulged, and people kept sending the newly raised cold well water.

The cool well water with added salt stirs the stomach, balancing the body with too high temperature from the inside out. The most feared thing about heat stroke is that it cannot dissipate heat. If it is directly used to stimulate the external pores, it will aggravate the accumulation of temperature in the body.

As I guessed it was almost done, Shi pinched the man's Ren Zhong a few more times. After waiting for a long time, the man finally reflected on his face, but he had not opened his eyes yet.

But this sound was like a ray of fire I saw when I was walking on a winter night, full of hope.

The little girl who had just pretended to be calm just now felt her body softened, and she had no strength all over her body. She didn't even have the energy to not flow out when she was sleepy. Tears fell into the mud on her clothes.

I didn't cry before, but thought that if the young man beside me had any instructions that he could not do, he would just cause trouble. At this time, I could not help myself when I saw my father wake up.

After crying for a while, I saw Shi who was beside me through the misty eyes, and then I remembered the gift of thanking him. But I didn't expect that after just saying a word, Shi smiled and shook his head and said, "It is natural for the children of the Mo family to save people and do righteousness. I saved other people's lives, but in fact I practice the righteousness of Mo, so there is no need to thank him."

The little girl didn't know how to answer, so she looked at her again. Seeing that he was wearing such clothes, she was not a noble family. Xingyi always had to eat, and there was still some corn at home. After asking about his name, it would be better to go to the city to thank him in a few days than to say a few words of gratitude.

Looking at the farmers around who worked all day long and had a black face, thinking of this small illness that would cause death, he said to the little girl: "Our Mo family advocates a loving person. You have a father, others have parents and brothers. If someone dies due to heat and fever, even if you are not your relatives, the pain is the same. Is this the case?"
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