Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

It takes two or three hours to go down the mountain, and it takes two or three hours to ride a horse, and it's getting late now, so I can only wait until tomorrow morning to go down the mountain.

The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is a good place. You can often see pheasants and wild boars in the back mountains.

There is a hunter in the village who is good at bows and arrows. Hearing that the two have arrived, he has already gone hunting in the mountains. If there is no accident, he will definitely get two fat pheasants.

"??? Our ancestors lived here. No matter how beautiful the mountains and rivers are, there will be a day when we will get tired of looking at them."

The village chief coughed and looked sad. He was old, his hair and eyebrows were gray, and he looked normal.

At least he can go to the market without being chased and beaten, but he doesn't have the passion and yearning he had when he was young, so he can't go far.

And going out of the village to see the world depends on the boys and children in the village.

Without studying, everyone in the village is blind. This is a heart disease of the village chief.

If they can get out of the village and gather the strength of the whole village, they will also send a little boy to study and be admitted to Jinshi and become an official in the future, so that the people of Daqi will know that they are not monsters.

Some people with albinism have IQ problems, but hard work can make up for it. Maybe the wish of the village chief can be realized?

Li Haitang could feel the sincere looking eyes around her.

By the river, a few young men were fishing under the light of oil lamps. When they saw the village head and Li Haitang, they smiled honestly, "The food in the village is all produced by ourselves. We want to catch a few big fish and add something to the dishes."

"???? Village Chief, it looks like our husband and wife are going to stay here today, sorry for bothering you."

Li Haitang wanted to choose a smarter one among the villagers, and teach them the prescription and the steps involved. After she leaves, someone will help these people dye their hair.

Accompanied by the village chief, Li Haitang walked up and down the village. The ancestors of these villagers almost never left the village.

The only chance to get in touch with the outside world is the shopkeeper who comes once a month. The shopkeeper will bring some gossip, anecdotes and strange things, but the village chief is afraid that the children will know too much, so he only tells the old people.

There is no one in the village who can read and write, and the books brought by the shopkeeper could not be understood, so he asked someone to buy a few picture books.

It was just such a painting that became the treasure of the whole village. It was kept in the village chief's house on weekdays. If children came to borrow it, they had to take it with them.

Books and paper are expensive at this time, no wonder the village chief is so precious.

As a distinguished guest in the village, Li Haitang was fortunate to see some picture albums collected by the village head. I heard that some of them were handed down from ancestors, and the paper has turned yellow over time.

"?? I heard from the salesman that these books often need to be dried in a ventilated place."

The village chief stacked the pages one by one, carefully touching the cover with his rough and callused hands, with reluctance in his eyes, "It's just that we didn't know it at first, no, some of the pages are moldy."

Xianchi is rainy in summer and autumn, and the room is humid. These books are placed on the bookshelf, sometimes they cannot be seen, and there are small black dots on the paper.

The village chief was heartbroken for several days and asked the shopkeeper how to save it.

"??? Doctor Li, little old man, I have lived to such an old age, and I am also a person who is going to be buried in the earth. I still have a little wish."

The village head looked troubled, and he hesitated to speak to Li Haitang. The genius doctor had already promised to help the villagers. Would it be too much for him to ask again? Therefore, his face has been changing.

"?? Old village chief, you said, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse."

Li Haitang didn't think there was anything wrong, she ate a juicy pear, the juice was rich and sweet to the point of her throat.

The crispy pears have been pulled out by the cold well water, and it tastes cool to the bottom of my heart.

"???? This old man's name is Wang Baozhu. I heard that Bao is the treasure of Baozhu, and Zhu is the word for Zhuzi."

The village head introduced his name, because the villagers have been driven to live in remote corners for generations, they are not recognized, and they have no household registration with the government, so the village head does not know how to write his name.

"?? Just have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

And? It's not a big request, Li Haitang readily agreed. She remembered that her family's savage husband also wrote very well.

Today is the happiest day that village head Wang Baozhu has lived at such a great age.

He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been stored at home for a long time, and handed it to Li Haitang. There was no study room at home, so Li Haitang chose the side hall, sat on a chair, and wrote vigorously.

"Miraculous doctor sister, my name is Wang Xiaoshan, can you write my name?"

Standing behind Li Haitang was a boy with a thick head and a thick head. His head was completely shaved, leaving only a white hair in the center, with a small braid. His eyes were clever and cute.

"???? Hills, mountains within mountains."

When Wang Xiaoshan saw his grandfather crying over the words on the hemp paper, he suddenly had the same idea, wanting to remember his name.

"???no problem."

Li Haitang's answer was quite straightforward, and she did it in one go. When she turned around, she found that the son and daughter-in-law of the village chief were waiting behind her.

Write????! Li Haitang spread out the hemp paper, grinded some ink, and wrote vigorously.

After the village head was excited, he took the big paper with his name and went from house to house, and announced it with a smile, which made the villagers feel itchy, and rushed to the village head's house with the paper.

Li Haitang took a sip of the tea and felt that these words were written more and more until his hands became numb.

She raised her head, glanced outside the door, and almost fell down on the chair in fright. Outside the door, there was a long queue of villagers.

Everyone had nervousness, anticipation, excitement and other emotions on their faces, but in order not to disturb her, they all held their breath and waited patiently.

"Lady, let me help you, let's write together."

There are only two brushes in the village head's house, one for each of the husband and wife.

The two cooperated tacitly, relaxed and relaxed, and after a while, almost all the villagers got the note with their names.

Even a pregnant woman in the village who was about to give birth also asked for a good name for the child in her womb who was about to come to the world in the future. She said that if she could name it by a genius doctor, the child would be a lucky person in the future.

It was already nightfall, when the hunters from the village came back and hunted not only two fat pheasants, but also a wild rabbit.

People in the village work a little differently. They usually don't eat dinner until dark. Now, because of the couple's arrival, they have not eaten until now.

When the villagers saw this, they all said that their home cooking was delicious, and they invited Xiao Lingchuan and Li Haitang to eat at home, but the village chief slapped them, and they were at his home, and they couldn't go anywhere. After the villagers returned home, they immediately came to deliver vegetables. Some of the village chiefs did not grow them at home, and there were a few kinds of fruits, even the bacon that they had been reluctant to eat, and wild honey picked in the mountains. People, let Li Haitang's heart warm.