Although there is a lot of firewood and grass, there are more people, and the near ones will eventually be picked up, and the golden crows in the distance will not be able to rush back before they fall, and the best place is that the forest products of the nobles cannot be moved.

This is the real Central Plains, which was developed very early, except for the necessary firewood and grass mountains, which have been reclaimed into arable land.

In addition to the peasants who were trapped under the communal system of Ida Village, the nobles above the rank of corporal all relied on the proceeds of the public land and the fugitive dependents to frantically cultivate private land that did not need to pay taxes.

Thanks to the rebellion of the people of Zhou Wangcheng at the beginning, taking history as a mirror, some publicly owned wasteland was still left outside Shangqiu City for the common people in the city to cook, rather than the property of nobles or public offices.

On the squarely divided farmland outside the barren mountains, the peasants of the Jingtian village community, or the forced slaves, or the landless poor who took refuge, or the sons-in-law who sold themselves as hostages, relied on simple agricultural tools made of bones, wood, clam shells, and bronze, cultivating hope, and occasionally a few desolate and sad songs.

The land on the hillside may not be so square, and four trees have been planted at the four feet as a boundary.

Scattering seeds in the sky is still the mainstream, and it is rare to see the land with ridges and moisture.

Shi silently observed the surrounding land and the work of the farmers, wiped his sweat, and 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 stuck on the shoulder, and it hurts.

wiped his sweat and looked at the people on the road who carried firewood like him, some of them were still young and had more on their backs than him, so he was always embarrassed to put down some at this time, so he had to carry it.

It's not that the body can't bear it, it's just that he rarely picks up firewood and grass, and the two red marks on his shoulders haven't been grinded out yet.

The gentleman who was lecturing under the tree did not know if there was such a red mark on his shoulder, but the soles of his feet must have been like iron and stone, and he used his steps and straw shoes to measure the righteousness in his heart.

If he really has the opportunity to become his disciple in the future, he will inevitably have to travel thousands of miles for righteous deeds, and he will definitely have to carry food and weapons on his body, which is not easier than carrying these firewood and grass now.

"Hey, careerists are not so easy to be, especially careerists who want to blend in with the Mo family, so let's be prepared to grind the soles of your feet into a hard cocoon in the future."

muttered, and understood in his heart that even if he wanted to blend into the Mo family, even if he disguised, it was not easy to pretend for ten or eight years, and the internal requirements were too strict.

The cultivator was an official in the Chu State, and after getting two hundred taels of gold, he had to hurriedly send it back to the organization, and he also attached a bamboo slip explaining the origin of the gold, and he did not dare to use it privately; Gongshang went to the Yue Kingdom to lobby, and the King of Yue was willing to give the Mo family a fief of 500 miles, and Mozi had to ask if he could implement the righteousness of the Mo family......

Thinking of this legendary character, true or false, so close to him, it is inevitable that there are some indescribable emotions in my heart.

It's a pity that he hasn't taken this first step yet, and at most he is a peripheral member, not to mention Mozi's personal disciple, not even a formal Mozi.

Thinking of this, he sighed, and said in his heart that he should first carry back the firewood and grass used at home to fill his stomach before thinking about these things.

Finally, he waved his sleeves to wipe the sweat off his face, screamed, and lifted the firewood and grass on his back with his back vigorously, and walked towards the castle.

After walking a few steps, he heard a panicked shout from a field in the distance.

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

Shi staggered a few steps, held the firewood and grass with his backhand, and wriggled his body and ran over there, curious about what was happening.

Before he could get closer, he heard some people shouting in a mixed manner.

"I'm afraid I've collided with the ghosts, hey...... That's how my son died. ”

"Is it hot? Splash some cold water on your face, maybe you can wake up? ”

"After the summer heat, it may be good to soak in cold water."

The crowd can block the view, but it can't block the invisible sound, and it is clear through the crowd that someone should have fainted.

The crowd was talking and gathering together.

ran over to see the lively Shi, stretched his neck like a pinched duck, and found a middle-aged farmer lying in the crowd, it should be too hot and suffering from heat stroke.

At this time, it was still a time when witch doctors were everywhere, and it was easy to kill people from a minor illness such as heat stroke, especially now that the weather was hot.

A little girl who was about fourteen or fifteen years old squatted next to the middle-aged man who fainted, constantly calling her father, and she was also panicked at this time, but she didn't cry, she just didn't know what to do.

The audience talked nonsense, the little girl had no idea in her heart, whether it was a ghost or a hot splash of water, where could she understand?

But the ghosts and gods said that it was ethereal, there was a well next to the cold water, seeing that my father fainted, after all, it was still the habit of Dayu who controlled the water in his bones to win the day, and he was going to draw water nearby when he lifted the crockpot for drinking, and asked everyone to help carry her father to the ditch in the distance to prepare for a water blister.

The little girl walked out of the crowd, panicked, slammed into her arms, almost smashed the clay pot in her hand, and left without saying anything.

I didn't want to stretch out a pair of strong arms from the ground and grab her arm.

The little girl was eager to save her father, and she didn't look back, she pulled hard and wanted to break free, but she didn't want these hands to be extremely strong, 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 him.

Shi didn't explain anything, and shouted at the crowd: "Nonsense, it's hot and heat, take cold water, sweat can't heat out, and die faster!" ”

The little girl was still young, that is, the poor were sensible early, and when she heard the words "die faster" at this time, she really exploded like a thunderclap in her heart, and stood there like a log, and after a while, she cried out all her life.

"Some say that my father collided with ghosts and gods, some say that he wants to splash cold water, and some say that he can't splash it...... Woowoo...... What to do? ”

Shi Yi shook his shoulders and dropped the firewood and grass to the ground, knowing that he was young, and when the clan had just disintegrated, his young age meant that no one listened.

At this time, he could only pull the tiger skin to make a big banner, and said loudly: "I am Mo Zhai's disciple, so naturally listen to me!" If you know the ghosts and gods, who can compare to my Mo family? I said that it was not a punishment from the demons, and it was not! ”

This is strange, although Mo Zhai is famous, but after all, he has a specialization in the art industry, at this time, in addition to the witch doctor, the really famous doctor is actually Bian Que's master Chang Sangjun.

However, firstly, I don't know the reputation of Changsangjun, and secondly, Shangqiu or Mo Zhai is more famous in the Song Kingdom, and these people don't know what the Mo family does, but there is a matter of stopping Chu from attacking the Song Dynasty, even if it is a matter of curing diseases and saving people, it is better to mention the name of Mo Zhai when mentioning Changsangjun after all.

At this time, it is better to mention Chang Sangjun, who everyone does not know, than even to shout the name of a small nobleman like Sima Chang, a corporal familiar in the field.

When the little girl heard this, she touched her tears and said, "Little brother of the Mo family, please save my father." My brother hasn't come back from building a palace for the office, and I still have some corn at home, as long as I can save it......"

Shi Shi looked down at this little girl who was not tall enough, her face was full of tears and dirt, and nodded: "Disciple of the Mo family, save people and do what is righteous." Whether it can be saved or not, I don't dare to say, I can only do my best. ”

The little girl was not very old, but she was extremely capable, and she gritted her teeth and nodded, which was considered to be in agreement.

"Please carry him under a tree and let the circle be ventilated. Who's the closest? Go back and get some salt and fetch some cold water. ”

The peasants of these villages and communities have all served in the military, and the formal service of the regular soldiers and the envy of the reserve have long been observed, and everyone is a soldier, and once someone gives orders, they are divided into several regiments in an instant, and each of them does what is appropriate.

The four strong men carried the fainted middle-aged man to the bottom of the tree, reached out and untied the man's shirt, and tested the temperature on his body.

Stretched out two fingers, bent slightly into a hook, and spat between the knuckles, like when my grandmother saw her on fire when she was a child, and pulled it down in a few places on her chest.

Under the lubrication of the saliva, there was a crackling sound, and every time I pulled it, it was like someone sprinkled some expensive purple dye on his body, and it was as if a black-purple fire was burning in those places.

The little girl squatted aside, looking at her father's body dyed with patches of purple, although she didn't know what was going on, she still felt saved in her heart, and secretly thanked the ghost god God Haotian, and her panicked heart also calmed down.

In a short time, those who fetched water and salt came back, and the rest of the people gathered around, hoping to learn this skill, so that in the future, when the family members were sick with the heat of the summer, they might follow suit.

Shi stretched out his hand and tried the well water taken out, it was very cool and suitable. I estimated the water in the jar, pinched a pinch of salt according to the approximate normal saline concentration of 100 sales, and stirred it with my fingers.

He turned around and picked up a rock, smashed down a piece of bark, and made it look like a funnel.

Someone was called to open the mouth of the fainted man, put his tongue between the sticks, and put the funnel made of bark into his throat, and slowly poured cold salted well water into it.

Everyone has never seen this operation like killing pigs and slaughtering dogs, and secretly smacked their tongues.

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

Salt water stirs in the stomach, from the inside to the outside of the body too high temperature balance, heat stroke is most afraid of not dissipating heat, if you directly take cold water to cause the external pores to close will aggravate the accumulation of temperature in the body.

Estimated that it was almost there, Shi pinched the man's benevolence a few more times, and after waiting for a long time, the man finally reflected on himself, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet.

It's just that this sound is really like a glimmer of fire seen when walking at night in winter, full of hope.

The little girl who was pretending to be calm just now felt that her body softened instantly, she had no strength in her body, and she didn't even have the strength to keep her tears from flowing, and the tears fell on the dirt on her clothes.

I didn't cry before, thinking that if I cried, the young man next to me couldn't do what he said, and it would be in vain. At this time, I saw my father wake up, and I couldn't help it anymore.

After crying for a while, I saw Shi on the side through my misty eyes, and then I remembered the gift of thanks, but I didn't want to say half a word, so I shook my head with a smile and said: "Children of the Mo family, it is a matter of course to save people and do righteousness." I saved other people's lives, but in fact, I practiced the righteousness of the Mo, which is not to be thanked. ”

The little girl didn't know how to answer, so she looked at him again, and saw that he was not a noble son dressed like this, and he had to eat after all, and there was still some corn at home, and his name was to be asked, and it was better to go to the city in a few days to thank him than to say a few words of thanks.

Shi looked at the black-faced farmers around him who worked all day long, thinking of the era when a small illness would kill people, he sighed and said to the little girl: "Our Mo family emphasizes a person who loves the world, you have both a father, others and parents and brothers. If someone else dies of heat, even though it is not your loved one, the pain is the same. Do you think that's the case? ”

Everyone nodded one after another, and said that they were afraid that the real Mo family disciples did not spread the ideas of the Mo family like themselves, and with this little means, they could make some names before they became ink masters.