Reborn Little Husband Farming

The autumn wind was bleak, and the big tree in the courtyard had lost a layer of yellow leaves. Luo Wangshu supported his head and watched the man on the rattan chair earnestly making clothes.

Mo Li is an old man who can carry embroidery needles even if he can carry a hoe, while Luo Wangshu, as a modern person, can only braid Li Miaomiao next door, sweep fallen leaves, and wash clothes a day. It doesn't seem to be of much use.

Well, taking spirit herbs from the space to cure Li Li's headache is not a big deal?

The tiny embroidery needles are obediently flying on the fabric in the wide hands. Compared with having new clothes to wear, Luo Wangshu is more excited that Li Li can embroider. That careful appearance is really not enough to look at, let alone , the picture is quite harmonious.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm thirsty." Mo Li looked up at the drowsy Luo Wangshu, with an imperceptible hint of coquettishness in his tone.

Hearing this, Luo Wangshu hurriedly got up to scoop water. After all, his new clothes were in Li Li's hands. If they didn't look good, wouldn't he cry to death in a corner?With this economic condition, it is completely impossible to buy another piece of cloth.

The son makes clothes while the daughter-in-law waits on the sidelines. The probability of this kind of thing happening in other families is almost zero. Even if they are not virtuous, the married person will do some needlework no matter what. Like Luo Wangshu, he can't carry his hands on his shoulders According to Mo Fang's words, only a fool like Li Li dared to buy it back.

"Grandpa, I'm here to pick up herbs for you." A timid voice sounded at the door, and Mo Fang, who was sitting in the yard carefully picking herbs, hummed without raising his eyes.

Luo Wangshu handed the ladle filled with water to Li Li, and looked curiously at the child who came in from the door.The child was dressed in gray rags, with a yellow and thin face, dry hair, and only a pair of black eyes to see.

"Did anyone go to collect firewood today?" Mo Fang asked casually.

Li Guang smiled shyly, "Chai Duo at home, it's fine if you don't go today."

After Mo Fang heard the words, he stopped talking, and the two began to pick and choose in a tacit understanding.

Because Mo Fang usually treats herbs like eyeballs, now that he let the child approach so easily, Luo Wangshu couldn't help but look at the child a few more times.

"He's Xiaoguang. Father likes to teach him how to recognize herbs. He's an apprentice." Mo Li said while cutting clothes.

Luo Wangshu suddenly realized, well, no wonder there is such a tacit understanding.In fact, he has been unable to figure out one thing. Mo Fang's facial features are not ugly. He must have been a handsome guy when he was young. Why didn't he get married and have children?It's not like he doesn't like children either.He wanted to gossip with Mo Li, but unfortunately he didn't know about Mo Fang not marrying a wife.

"Doctor Mo!" Someone hurried over from the door, Luo Wangshu only glanced at him, since he didn't recognize him anyway, just look at him.

Mo Fang looked up, "What?"

"Li Shitou was bitten by a snake in the field, and the big guys didn't dare to touch him, and the wound was turning black." The man tried hard to speak, with beads of sweat all over his forehead, and brushed down his cheeks down.

Mo Fang frowned slightly, "Can you see what the snake looks like?"

The man thought about it carefully, and said: "At that time, I saw the half of the black tail behind. The snake ran very fast."

After hearing this, Mo Fang strode towards his pharmacy, and Li Guang silently moved his short legs to follow.

"Should we go and have a look? Don't let people put their fate on father's head again." Luo Wangshu pushed Li Li's arm and said.

Mo Li kept moving his hands, and said calmly: "Except for Zhao Dayuan, everyone in the village believes in Dad's medical skills. Besides, if you want to catch poisonous snakes, you must have the consciousness of being bitten to death."

Luo Wangshu glanced at Mo Li suspiciously, why is this guy getting different every day?According to his personality, he should reply to himself: Will the daughter-in-law go?

"Did you remember something?" Luo Wangshu asked tentatively, these days Li Li had more frequent headaches, and the spirit herbs he gave were also very frequent, so...

Li Li looked at him strangely, "Daughter-in-law, what are you talking about? What do you think of?"

Luo Wangshu raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and said, "It's nothing, you can continue making clothes, hurry up." He really didn't want to wear Li Li's clothes anymore, they were too wide and big, and the pants would be crumbling after two steps kind of.

Mo Li lowered his eyes to work, and he concealed a gloomy mood well.

Facts have proved that Luo Wangshu's worries were unnecessary. After about an hour, Mo Fang came back, and Li Guang behind him was holding the medicine box, obediently like an apprentice.

"Grandpa, the medicine box is ready, I'll go back and cook first, and I'll help you in two days."

This was what Li Guanglin said before he left. Luo Wangshu didn't understand. In these days, doctors should be respected, and a good doctor like Mo Fang is more popular, but why does it take some time for apprentices to come to study?Shouldn't Li Guang's family happily let him study with Mo Fang?After all, this eating skill is really good, and it can be passed down from generation to generation.

"Don't look, go and light the fire." Mo Fang waved his hand in front of Luo Wangshu's eyes and said.

Luo Wangshu said "oh", and went to the stove to light a fire.He was used to using gas tanks and natural gas before, and he had learned how to make a fire for several days, but now he can barely get started.

Mo Fang sighed. If Luo Wangshu is really useless, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it for so long. The reason why he tolerated it is because although Luo Wangshu doesn't understand anything, but he studies hard, even if his brain and appearance Not at the same level, but barely qualified.

Mo Li was still making clothes, and he was messed up in a day. At this speed, Mo Fang was a little startled.There are many men who can make clothes, but there are only a few who are as skilled as him.

He has great strength, can cook, has a fierce face and can also make clothes. Mo Fang guessed that he might have escaped from a den of thieves. He said that there is indeed a Feilong village on that mountain...

Mo Fang shook his head, he still didn't want to think about it, he just avoided going there in the future, but now Mo Li's eyes gradually changed, and he became more silent, which made him wonder if he remembered something.

The cold wind slashed like a sharp blade, making people's cheeks hurt, the frozen white was covered with yellow sand, and there were piles of corpses under his feet. He was holding a big knife stained with blood, and stared coldly at the front. I dare not think about it, I can only go all the way forward, stepping on thousands of corpses, and continue to kill.

The knife in his hand lost its original color due to the blood. The sunset in winter is pale, and the bright red of the snow is stronger than that of the sun.The cold wind roared in his ears, even though the sword was slippery, he never ended the battle.People fell down one by one, their hearts were colder than ice, kill them, anyway, the soul is already dirty, why should you care about the body?

He heard his heavy breathing, his heartbeat gradually slowing down, and he really wanted to disappear into this vast snow...

"Mo Li? Wake up."

Luo Wangshu woke up from the cold in the middle of his sleep. The sticky feeling on his back made him frown. When he turned over and stretched out his hand to push Mo Li away, his hands were wet. Through the moonlight, he could clearly see the sweat on Mo Li's body. His underwear was all wet, and his face was ugly.

Luo Wangshu patted him on the shoulder, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what.

His pale lips twitched, as if he was saying something, Luo Wangshu leaned over to listen, and only heard a few scattered words, among which the word "kill" made Luo Wangshu a little startled.

Now in the middle of the night, it is impossible for him to wake up Mo Fang. He can only wipe Mo Li with a cloth dampened with water from the space. It should be okay to have a nightmare, right?

The majestic building, the resplendent hall, he stepped on the bloody carpet, the black armor on his body reflected a little red light in the sun, he knew that it was the result of the blood of countless people.

Endless rewards and praises were suppressed, and when he heard those insincere compliments, the corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, which was fleeting.

Not long after, he returned to the yellow sand all over the sky, and no one came to attack again.

A round of lonely moon, a glass of sake, I can't tell whether I feel sad or melancholy, the crescent knife beside me is quietly dormant, slightly restraining its edge.

I don't know when, when an imperial decree came down, he was recalled again, and he galloped on a steed alone.One night, a hundred assassins attacked, and seeing their martial arts skills, he understood the man's mind, and jumped off the Baizhang cliff without hesitation——

The endless darkness engulfed him, and he was powerless to struggle.

Humming an unknown song in a gentle voice, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and the silver light was within reach.The chest was patted lightly, once and for all, to the tune, the frowning brows were finally loosened, and the heart gradually settled down.

Luo Wangshu supported his head with one hand, half lying on Mo Li's body, and patted and patted himself to hypnotize himself. Fortunately, he was no longer sweating layer by layer, and he fell asleep as the sleepy army wished.

Pale golden sunlight poured in through the cracks in the wooden window, and Mo Li moved his body. An imperceptible sense of oppression made him open his eyes quickly, but he didn't hold the familiar object in his right hand.

"boom!"

"Ouch!" Luo Wangshu was opened in the middle of his sleep, how many laps could he roll on the narrow wooden bed?In less than a circle, it hit the wall.

"Mo Li!" Luo Wangshu gritted his teeth with a dark face, rubbing his injured forehead, the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he reached out and grabbed his face, "Didn't I tell you not to move around while sleeping?" !"

Li Li blinked blankly, as if thinking of something, he pulled him into his arms with a light smile, and rubbed his slightly red and swollen forehead.

"Well, there will be no next time."

He still looks like he won't fight back when he hits him or scolds him, and if he refuses to give up, it seems that Luo Wangshu is too petty. It's just that he was injured early in the morning, so no one would feel at ease, right?Moreover, Luo Wangshu still has a serious waking up mood.

"Trying on new clothes?" Li Li cleverly changed the topic, and if he continued to entangle himself, his face might suffer again.

The word "new clothes" successfully shifted Luo Wangshu's focus, "Done?"

"Hmm..." Before Mo Li could finish speaking, Luo Wangshu excitedly broke away from his hands and jumped out of bed without even wearing shoes, like a child with candy.

Mo Li smiled, stretched his waist, the sun was just right outside.

Well, his name is Mo Li.