Mozun is forced to farm

"Xuechen! See what fourth brother caught for you?"

The big boy had mud marks in the shape of bird claws on his face, and he still had dimples when he laughed.

The fluffy chicken howled.

"Yes! Little! Chicken! Hey!"

Xie Xuechen reached out to catch it, but the chick flapped its wings and fell into his arms, almost falling to the ground.

"Fourth brother, where did you get it..." He raised his head and asked again, but saw that his brother's neck was empty.

Something in his arms was bleeding bit by bit.

"Fourth brother?! Fourth brother!!"

The corpse staggered and fell.

There is something black, mixed with red, flowing from the palm to the robe, and then to the feet.

Sticky and cold, disgusting.

He suddenly realized that what he was holding was not a chick, but...

At this moment, as long as you lower your head again, you will be able to see those eyes that are dying.

Xie Xuechen sat up suddenly, feeling the chill go deep into his bones.

Now his spiritual consciousness is scattered, and he rarely has dreams.

The dreams of the past were all wiped clean before they approached, and when they closed their eyes, there was boundless darkness.

He almost forgot what his fourth brother looked like in the past.

All of a sudden, it seemed like going back to the past, like entering absurd self-questioning.

The man looked down at the hands where all the scars had faded away, it was empty and there was nothing there.

"Are you awake—" the scholar greeted in the courtyard: "Are you awake! Come and help me, I can't lift it anymore!"

Xie Xuechen got up and walked over quickly, and saw him dragging a bag of loess, moving in small steps like a turtle.

As soon as he stood under the sun, the nightmare was dispelled, and his breathing suddenly slowed down.

Mozun bent down to take the cloth bag, and lifted it up without any effort.

"..."

It was less than twenty catties, but he dragged it like three hundred catties.

Lin Zhu clapped at the side: "Okay! That's awesome!"

Xie Xuechen turned his head and stared at him halfway.

One sentence every morning can make people angry, or you are awesome.

"There is tea and rice in the pot, just drag the things here." Lin Zhu ran to the front to show the way, and took out another scallion cake from his arms, which was wrapped in oil paper and was still hot: "Today is enough for us to be busy." Yes, eat more."

When he lived alone, it was not easy to repair the house leaks when it rained.

Suddenly there was one more person, and it was great to have someone to help me with everything.

It may be that God took pity on him and took special care of him.

Thank goodness.Lin Zhu bowed devoutly, and turned his head to feed the chickens.

The first big thing today is to repair the pigsty.

The front is so poorly built that it's barely enough to raise a piglet, and it can't be controlled any bigger, and it can't shelter the rain.

Lin Zhu pasted the drawings on one wall and brought Xie Xuechen a basin of water.

He is very generous and gives him the easiest tasks first.

"You probably haven't piled up a pigsty before. I'll get the bricks, and you and the mud will do."

The man fell into a long silence.

and.mud.bar.

The scholar was satisfied with his understanding and understanding, and when he saw that the other party was expressionless, he forced a laugh.

"You...you played with mud when you were young, right?"

"No one didn't play with mud when they were young, right??"

Mozun shook his head slowly.

The scholar moved a Maza and sat next to him, poured handfuls of soil, and poured a ladle of water.

Stir and stir, it is slippery and soft yellow mud.

The man finally rolled up his sleeves and inserted his hands into the even warm yellow mud.

Then he stood up with disgust on his face and went to wash his hands.

"Don't wash!! You haven't done your work yet, come back!!"

The latter quickened his pace.

Lin Zhu roared: "I asked Aunt Zhang to make the sauce chicken and send it over later, do you still want to eat it!!"

The man stopped and thought for a few seconds with difficulty.

Forget it, play with mud and play with mud.

The whole bag of loess should be mixed into ooze, two parts for bricks and eight parts for wall painting.

They sat not close or far away, one of them was stirring the mud pot, and the other was building a house for the pig.

At the beginning, it would become thinner and thicker, but before Lin Zhu could open his mouth, the latter stirred the mud backwards with a wooden shovel, and the mud became wet and soft just right.

The scholar quietly glanced at the man, then at the mud basin.

Something is wrong, progressing so fast.

...Has he already discovered something and a little trick with mud?

The pigsty had just piled up halfway, and an old man greeted with a smile at the gate of the courtyard: "Master Juren! I entrust you to write a letter to my son!"

"Uncle Ge, don't bark!"

Lin Zhu clapped his hands and stood up, motioning for Xie Xuechen to look over.

"I'll go over and do a favor, and I'll be back later."

The old man dragged his hands on the courtyard door and called out to him.

"My lord—"

"Come on, come on, wait for me to wash your hands!"

Xie Xuechen drank a few pots sullenly, and then sat in Lin Zhu's previous position.

He wanted to get up and wash his hands, but thinking that he had never touched the bricks, he tentatively piled red bricks into a wall according to the scholar's method.

The drawing is placed on the side, and the height, width, and narrowness are also written, and the drawing is very clear.

Mozun tentatively placed a few pieces, and suddenly realized the fun.

He glanced at the wooden shovel, which stood up and stirred the mud to dig soil and scoop water by itself.

The scholar does things neatly, even the red bricks are laid out very nicely, and the seams are seamed face to face so that the whole surface is even.

Xie Xuechen coded the entire wall, took a step back and looked again.

Crooked, like a dog chewing on half.

He coughed.

The wooden shovel was still busy waving in the air, but it flew over immediately after receiving the order, patting the red bricks neatly and smoothing the whole side, which was even more neat than the scholar's side, and the mason would feel ashamed when he came Not as good.

Mozun's delicate desire to win or lose was satisfied, and his brows that had been wrinkled all morning finally unfolded.

When Lin Zhu came back again, he was still carrying a whole jar of hot sauce chicken, not to mention the aroma of rice wine and sesame oil, and the meat was so tender and smooth that one bite could kill a whole bowl of rice.

A few days ago, he earned some money by writing letters and copying scriptures for others, and he had the balance after buying pigs to secure the bottom line, so he finally made a generous move.

"I'm back—come and eat!"

The scholar rushed into the kitchen with the chicken in his hands. The stove had already suffocated the meal, and when the lid was lifted, there was a smell of firewood.

"Brother, don't be so busy, look at what treasure I brought back!"

He took out his chopsticks, and suddenly remembered that he didn't know the other person's name, and felt a little rude.

...The two chicken legs will be returned to others later.

It stands to reason that a call should have been called, but there was no one.

Lin Zhu was so hungry that he scooped up two more bowls of rice and called him with a long voice.

"elder brother--"

"Brother—ah—"

I have invited home a whole sauce chicken with fragrant scallions, how about you——

There was finally a figure in front of the window.

The man didn't come in, he raised his thumb through the window, and pointed back to the backyard.

His expression was cold and tough.

"what?"

Lin Zhu was reluctant to put his chopsticks away, thinking that the pig in the backyard had escaped, so he finally went out to look.

Going around the house to the backyard, there is a brand new pig house in front of you that looks like a battlement.

When he left, the first side hadn’t been built yet, and now the construction of the three sides has been completely completed, and the outer layer has been plastered with another layer of mud just like the drawings, and the repair has not been uneven at all, and it is better than a mirror. Smooth rules.

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, almost spitting rice, put his hand on the man's shoulder and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

"Hahaha--"

Xie Xuechen magnanimously accepted this mortal's belated gratitude.

But the laugh lasted a little longer.

"Brother," Lin Zhu wiped his eyes, and said seriously, "Look at this circle, anywhere is good."

"But it is next to our house, and the three walls are still sealed. How do you say we and the pig got in, and the two cakes were rounded and thrown in from above?"

The man had blinked his eyes and waited for the follow-up compliment, but now he reacted and made a bad face.

Lin Zhu didn't feel the rapid drop in the surrounding temperature, and was still persuasive: "So we have to dismantle and install another door..."

Mozun was so angry that he kicked up directly.

The red brick and yellow mud shattered at the sound, leaving a perfectly sized hole.

The two pigs eating grass outside moved at the sound, snorted and crawled into the hole, rolled onto the straw and began to itch.

Xie Xuechen: "..."

Lin Zhu patted his shoulder vigorously: "Look! You are very good!!"

At noon, someone rarely had a meal and went back to the house to lie down.

After Lin Zhu yelled twice, the man was sulking, so he had to go to eat first.

Picking and pulling two mouthfuls is boring, and it feels wrong to stop the chopsticks.

What are you angry about?

What was the problem just now? ?

After much deliberation, he still filled a bowl full of sauced chicken for the big man, and took them to the back room together.

The latter turned his back to him, indicating that he was fast asleep.

"Brother." Lin Zhu called him softly, and sat beside him: "You eat something."

"I don't even know your name..." The scholar sighed softly, "It's not easy to make a friend like you, and I don't know where I said something wrong, which annoyed you again."

Xie Xuechen pulled the quilt directly, covering his head.

Lin Zhu sat beside him helpless, a little aggrieved, and his voice became smaller.

"Brother, you don't even know that it rained heavily at home before, and water was dripping everywhere."

"It's also raining in the kitchen, and it's also raining in the study. I don't know what to do by myself. I can only cover the books with a quilt, for fear that they will be soaked."

"Another time I went out to buy pens and ink, and it was dark on the way back. I wandered around in the fields, but I couldn't find my way."

He wanted to touch the big man covered by the quilt, but he was afraid that he would be even more angry.

I can only keep my head down and speak my mind.

"I thought at the time, if someone at home was waiting for me, even if I got lost, at least someone would be anxious."

"Now that I suddenly picked you up, I really... I'm still thanking God this morning."

Xie Xuechen lifted the quilt to look at him.

Lin Zhu's eyes were reddish, his mouth was pursed and he was still sad.

"If you're angry with me, I'll be left alone."

The man was silent, took the chopsticks and the bowl and ate the rice.

Lin Zhu blinked, and pushed the small table: "You eat a piece of sauce chicken, made with rice wine, it's delicious."

The latter silently picked up a piece of chicken.

"Brother, I've always wanted to ask." The scholar sat next to him without feeling crowded: "Do you remember your name?"

Mozun stopped his movements, dipped his hand in the tea again, and stroked on the table.

His handwriting is beautiful.Vigorous and powerful, like a blade.

The pen paused, and the two words stood out.

"your dad"

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