What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Jing Mo returned home carrying three half-dead pine trees, and threw them in the yard first, planning to deal with them later.

It took more than an hour to go to the mountain, and his mouth was dry. Jing Mo went to the kitchen and drank half a pot of water to quench his thirst.

Then I untied the pheasant, searched around, and found that there was no chicken coop at home. If I wanted to raise chickens, I had to go to Nan Xing's house to buy one.

They did not untie the pheasants, but took out the eggs one by one from the basket, and compared them against the sunlight. The embryos were also matted with soft grass, and placed in a cool and ventilated place. Then hatch.

But just in case, Jing Mo injected a wave of abilities.

He also has no experience in raising chickens and hatching eggs. It was purely a whim to bring the mountain eggs home. He thought it would be best to hatch chicks. Even if he cheated by using the ability, the survival rate was guaranteed anyway.

A total of eight of these eggs formed embryos, and the remaining five mountain eggs were picked up by Jing Mo and placed in the bamboo basket in the kitchen.

He originally planned to use a hatchet to cut the pine tree into sections, but the diameter of the pine tree was not small, and he could only hold it with his palms around it. It was obviously unrealistic to chop with a hatchet.

In order not to blunt the hatchet later.

There are no tools such as axes or saws at home, so it seems that I still have to lie down in the town.

Since he couldn't chop firewood, Jing Mo simply went to tie back the dead branches first. This thing helped the fire, so he had to prepare something, so Jing Mo went out with the hatchet again.

The sun outside is still warm, but after the hottest period, the heat gradually recedes, and it is naturally more comfortable to go out at this time than an hour ago.

Jing Mo is tall and has long legs and big steps. He arrived at the foot of Yu Luoshan in a short while.

When everyone saw him go and come back, the village head's wife called to stop him: "Why are you running up the mountain again?"

Jing Mo had no choice but to walk over and said, "The cut branches haven't been bundled back yet."

The village head's wife saw that he was sweating, and asked, "Don't you bring a water bag?"

Jingmo's family doesn't have this thing: "It's okay, I only went out after drinking water."

The village chief's wife pointed to the shade of Luo Shan: "There is an underground spring over there. If you are thirsty, come over later and let Brother Xing take you there."

Jing Mo glanced at Nan Xing who was still busy without joining the conversation: "Okay."

He continued to walk up the mountain, and when he arrived at the place where the firewood was cut, he clumsily cut off the branches. The pine trees had many branches. It can be cleaned up. It is the first time for him to do this kind of work. His hands and feet are clumsy. When chopping firewood head first, if he hadn't been strong and used brute force to mess around, he really couldn't clean it up in an hour. , It took Jingmo almost an hour to tidy up reluctantly.

Jingmo ignored the dead branches that had fallen, but the pine leaves on the ground could be put in a back basket to light the fire.

He tidied up the dead branches, large and small, and arranged them neatly, and then chopped a few sections of rattan. After a lot of effort, he managed to bind the dead branches tightly. , the hands and feet of the next three bundles of Jingmo were much faster. He bundled them so big that he could only carry one at a time. Fortunately, the sun sets late in summer, and even though it is the end of Shenshi, the mountains are still bright.

Jing Mo didn't dare to delay any longer, and planned to carry the branch down the mountain first, and then move it slowly.

As soon as he said it, Jingmo carried the dead branches to the road first, and then carried them to the foot of the mountain one by one.

After a day's work, the people weeding in the field have almost tidied up an acre of land.

There were piles of weeds in the bare ground.

When Jing Mo moved the branches back and forth, several people also cleaned up the last bit of weeds.

They left work early in the morning and came late in the afternoon, and they planned to take advantage of the afterglow of the sun to work for a while.

By the time Jingmo moved all five bundles of branches down the mountain and placed them at the entrance to the mountain, several people had already opened a hole in the second mu of land.

He is really not used to farm work, even if the workload is bigger than this, Jingmo feels that doing farm work is the most tiring.

After carrying the last bundle of dead branches down the mountain, Jing Mo simply leaned on it for a rest.

He felt his throat was about to burn.

Really tired and thirsty.

He thought, he must go to the town tomorrow and buy the water bag quickly.

When Jing Mo was resting on a dead branch, he heard Nan Xing calling him: "Jing Mo."

He stood up straight and looked over, Nan Xing had already walked from the field to the road: "What's wrong?"

Nan Xing said from a few meters away: "Come here, I'll take you to drink water."

At that moment, Jing Mo couldn't tell how he felt.

The last afterglow of the sun after sunset dyed the land brilliantly. Nan Xing was standing on the side of the lush green road, with flocks of birds chasing each other one after another. His figure looked particularly slender and slender under the blue sky.

It's like a painting with thick ink and heavy colors.

Jing Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he heard his own dry and itchy voice: "Okay."

Nan Xing led him to the shade with Luo Shan.

The location of the underground spring mouth is not far away. Turn around a corner and walk another ten meters to arrive. It is at the foot of the other side of Mount Yuluo. The spring water gurgles, and a path leads it far away.

Jing Mo stood in the downstream position, and just stretched his hand in, and felt a burst of coldness.

He washed his hands and his face before walking to the mouth of the spring.

The spring water is clean and clear, and there are green and tender aquatic plants growing underneath. With the slowly flowing water waves, the aquatic plants shake their leaves soothingly underneath.

Jing Mo squatted down, cupped his hands into palms and drank a few mouthfuls of water.

The cold and sweet spring water slid across the throat, immediately quenching the heat.

After quenching his thirst, Jing Mo, who felt stronger again, let out a long sigh of relief.

Only then did he look at Nan Xing who had been waiting for him: "Do you want to drink?"

Due to hard work, Nan Xing's fair face was blushing, he shook his head: "I brought some water."

Jing Mo stood up, looked at him and asked, "How do you know I'm thirsty?"

Nan Xing felt that he asked an idiot question: "In such hot weather, who goes up the mountain to work like you, without water?"

Indeed, he has no experience and is not prepared for anything.

Jing Mo scratched his head in embarrassment: "The sun is setting, and you still don't call it a day?"

Nan Xing glanced at him: "Ready." As if thinking of something, he added: "It's getting dark, and it's not safe to put the branches you bundled on the mountain pass. Uncle borrowed a bullock cart and pulled them back together."

After all, it was the first time for Jingmo to live in such an environment, and he was definitely not as good as Nan Xing in terms of human sophistication.

People probably have some fledgling plots, even Jingmo is no exception. In this world, the first person he spoke to was Nan Xing, and he rented his house, so he trusted him much more than anyone else. .

Moreover, these short exchanges made Jing Mo understand that Nan Xing is a person who knows the world but is not.

Nan Xing kept a distance from him all the time, refused to accept his overtures, but always offered advice and helped him when he needed it.

It was also the first time for Jingmo to express his gratitude so solemnly.

He was so serious that Nan Xing was embarrassed.

"...gone."

Jing Mo walked back behind him.

In the field, the few remaining people are still working against the clock.

In this condition, the lighting is inconvenient, and the vision depends entirely on the sunlight.

When the sun goes down, the work in the fields can only be kept if they can't finish it, so they have already formed the habit of doing as much as they can today.

Nan Xing said to Jing Mo: "We have to wait for a while, you go back and call Uncle Hai over."

As an employer, Jingmo actually didn’t mean to be a slave to others. If he wanted to change to someone else, the workers he was looking for were so active that he would die of laughter. Hours, it's really not bad for this work, if you finish this job, you can do it, if you can't finish it, you can do it tomorrow: "Don't do it, go back, it's getting dark, come back tomorrow."

Nan Xing had no reason to refuse when the employer spoke, and at most they could only do one more stick of incense, and it would be completely dark by then.

At that time, the ground is not safe, and there are many insects and snakes in summer, and the ground is no exception.

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