It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Although midsummer had passed, the weather was still scorchingly hot. Yanzi didn't go very far, and when he reached a place where there was no sound of people, he sat down against a tree and slept for an unknown amount of time.

"Brother, are you here to collect medicinal materials? I have a family heirloom here, can you secretly take a look and buy it?" A skinny little boy approached Yanzi and asked cautiously.

He and his grandparents depend on each other for life. Grandpa broke his leg when he went up the mountain, and the family couldn’t afford to pay for it. He knew that there was a family heirloom in his family, and the family was careful not to let others know. It must be able to sell for a lot of money and he could treat it for grandpa. sick.Hearing from his aunt in the village that there were two urbanites collecting herbs, he secretly went to Uncle Daming's house with his family treasures in his pocket.

Sensing the human voice, Yanzi opened his eyes, frowned and looked at the little boy squatting not far away. His small face was not as big as a palm, but his eyes were not small. , The whole person is pitiful.

"Brother?" The boy shrank his shoulders and took a small step back from being stared at. He mustered up his courage again and asked softly.

"Yo, brat, disturbing my brother to sleep." Yanzi retracted his legs, jumped and squatted next to the little boy, and talked face to face, "Which kid, why are you calling me brother?"

The boy moved his neck back to hide from the big hand that was stretched out, but the little tucker on the top of his head was still pinched in his hand. He was a big child, so he couldn't be afraid or cry, and tried to suck his nose.

"Brother, my grandfather broke his leg and has no money to treat the disease. I want to sell the family heirloom for money to treat my grandfather."

Facing the boy's timid and expectant eyes, Yanzi stopped playing with the little boy's hair, and the teasing arc on his lips gradually flattened, and he froze for a moment.

"Where are your parents?" Yanzi didn't take the family heirloom that the boy said seriously, and when he heard him say that his grandfather had injured his leg, he looked around and saw no one else. Looking at such a poor child, he stood up, thinking Do you want to follow the child to his house to see the situation.

"I don't have parents, just me and my grandparents at home." The child anxiously tore at Yanzi's clothes. Grandpa said that he could only take out the family treasures when he was older, otherwise he would be snatched away. Grandpa wouldn't sell it now. But no one is willing to lend them money, and he can't let this brother go to his house.

"Brother, brother, it's really a family heirloom. Let me show you first, okay?" As he spoke, he dragged out a long and slender thing from the grass not far away, and uncovered the cloth towels that wrapped it layer by layer. Catch the golden peas.

"Hey, don't cry." Yanzi didn't intend to leave, he just wanted to tell Wuming first, seeing how pitiful this kid is, go to his house to see if he can help, this little kid doesn't know why Crying anxiously, he squatted down quickly.

The rags were uncovered layer by layer, Yanzi watched the child's movements curiously, and finally revealed the true face of the heirloom.

"Ha, what is this thing?" Looking at it, it was just a slender iron rod, insisting that there was something different, Yanzi weighed something about 80 centimeters long in his hand, and let out a sound. The small iron lumps are also arranged quite evenly, so he just said, there are no heirlooms in the family of a child.

"Haha, such a" thing..., looking down at the nervous child, Yanzi swallowed the joke that was about to fly out.

"Yanzi." Mo Wuming looked at Lei Daming's medicinal herb storehouse, finalized some of the goods, and was warmly invited to stay for lunch. It was still early, so he declined Lei Daming's polite company, and came out alone to look for Yanzi. The person who lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing raised his voice to say hello.

"Brother!" Yanzi raised his head and saw Mo Wuming who was walking over, and took two steps forward excitedly, he was just thinking about how to deal with this matter, so don't worry.

When he got closer, he saw that Yanzi was holding an ugly pimple stick in his hand. Standing obliquely behind him was a six or seven-year-old boy, thin and small, with big grape-like eyes as if he had cried, which made his neck and body even thinner. Poor, what's the situation?

Mo Wuming frowned slightly and asked, "What's going on?"

"Brother, this little boy said that his grandpa broke his leg and asked me to buy his family heirloom, and then treat his grandfather's illness. How can a child have any family heirlooms? I want to go to his house to see if I can help. I was thinking about how to tell him."

He raised the stick in his hand, "here, he said this iron stick is a family heirloom."

"Huh?" Mo Wuming weighed the thing that was handed over, and estimated that it weighed no more than 3 kilograms, was 5 centimeters wide and 80 centimeters long, a rusty flat iron rod?

Seeing that Mo Wuming was watching seriously, Yanzi leaned over and asked, "Brother, do you see anything, I think it's just a rusty iron rod, and it's useless."

Glancing at Yanzi, he handed the things to him again: "I didn't see anything." Mo Wuming passed the guy, squatted in front of the little boy, and asked slowly.

"Niuwa, take us to your house to see your grandpa. Don't worry, I will call a doctor for your grandpa." Mo Wuming didn't ask any more questions. This child is called Niuwa, and he is almost 10 years old. bad.

"Thank you, big brother." Niuwa sniffed and didn't want to cry. This big brother must be a good person, and asked him gently what his name was, how old he was, why his grandpa broke his leg, knowing that he had no parents, and even touched him Looking at his face, he secretly glanced at the big brother holding his hand, he believed that the big brother would definitely cure grandpa.

Yanzi watched one big and one small walking by, hurriedly picked up the rags that wrapped the stick on the ground, and followed.

Niuwa's father has passed away long ago, and his mother remarried to a distant village. There are only sick grandparents and him who are thin at home. Grandpa Niuwa went to the mountain to collect medicine yesterday and accidentally fell down a small slope, so he broke his leg and only roughly bandaged it However, lying in bed to recuperate, the weather is hot, letting it go will surely kill your life.However, every household in the semi-closed village is not rich, and they are not close blood relatives, so the villagers can't help them.

There are so many poor people in the world, Mo Wuming doesn't have the ambition to help the world, but he can't stand by when he encounters it.Waiting for the old man to send him to the doctor, and paid the cost of the whole course of treatment in advance, planning to introduce Niu Wa to the town inn as an apprentice. After all, giving money can only solve the temporary difficulties, so it is better to open source.

"It's getting late, let's go back first." After the matter had been dealt with, Mo Wuming was evading the family's thanks and persuasion. He didn't like such a scene.

"Thank you. I know that our family is old and young, and there is nothing I can do to repay you. This is left by my son and given to you. Don't shirk it. I'm really sorry. Keep a memorial, and I will be able to do it in the future. I have the opportunity to repay you well."

Tears welled up in the old man's eyes. He once thought that the family was going to be over. It was a pity that he and his wife left, but the grandson was still young.This iron rod is a favorite of the son in the past and kept as a family heirloom. It is also a memory to be given to the benefactor, and when the baby grows up, he will have the opportunity to repay it.

Mo Wuming couldn't evade it, and quietly put down 20 taels of silver when he left.

After everything was over, the two rode back and chatted casually.

"Wu Ming, you hired a doctor, paid for the medicine, and left 5 taels of silver for them. You also plan to settle the child, so why did you leave them 20 taels of silver?"

Although I sympathize with the old and the young of the family, but Yanzi’s replacement of Mo Wuming is painful. With so much money, a person may not be able to have so much savings in half his life. Enough for this family to spend two or three years, and gave so much more.

Mo Wuming smiled indifferently: "Take it as the money to buy their family heirlooms. The whole family is old and young, and there is no one who has established a family. Let's put more money just in case. They are short of this money than me. .”

"Let's go, this little money is still easy to earn." Mo Wuming smiled and flicked the whip, and the horse galloped forward. Helping others is not enough to enjoy oneself, and it is easier to be happy with a clear heart.

"Hey, wait for me~" Yanzi could sense that Wuming was in a good mood, and chased after him while swinging his horsewhip.

Approaching the gate of the city, Mo Wuming reined in the horse, "Brother Tong, I didn't expect to meet you at the gate of the city, and you have left the city."

"Hey, so it's Brother Wuming. Are you done?" Tong Baixiong went out of the city today to the stronghold of their god religion, and exchanged some extra money. He planned to wait for the Huashan School's recruiting ceremony before returning to the main altar.

Yanzi who caught up saw the two people leading the horse, turned over and got off the horse: "Brother Tong! Why are you going out of the city?"

Tong Baixiong patted the woven bag next to the horse's neck with his big hands, "Go and see the old brother, here are a lot of things..." As he spoke, he took out a wine bag and threw it to Yanzi, then continued to pull, "Then, this is you of."

"Well, this is not good, Brother Tong, you..." The seal was very tight, and Yanzi didn't smell the reason, but... thinking of the good wine, his throat unconsciously slid down slightly.

"Masters, we are all brothers..." Tong Baixiong said as he threw the scabbard dagger to Mo Wuming. like.

Mo Wuming stood still, turned around and answered, "Brother Dongfang? Brother Tong, do you have a brother named Dongfang?" He reached out to catch the address that crawled over, and without looking carefully, he looked curiously at the chatter behind him. two people.

Although the method of trying to use homophonic stalks to draw out Dongfang Bubai's news is very rough, but he has no better way in a short time, but he is curious about gossip, and he has no bad intentions.

"Huh? What Dongfang brothers, I don't know anyone with the surname Dongfang, oh, I just said 'all brothers', what did you hear?" Tong Baixiong and Yanzi also stopped and looked at Mo Wu Ming, "Hey, I didn't expect Brother Wuming to be curious."

Hehe, Mo Wuming smiled without embarrassment, observing Tong Baixiong's micro-expression, it didn't look like he was lying, how could it be?Moreover, there is no need to hide lies at this stage. Even when the storyline of "Swordsman" unfolds and the wind is turbulent, the invincible name of the East is not an existence that needs to be concealed.

The three gossiped and lined up to enter the city. Mo Wuming refused the invitation to drink with the two of them and went straight back to the inn. He needed to think about it, how could there be no "Dongfang Brothers"? ?

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