Reborn Little Husband Farming

Bringing back a wild boar is a happy thing for the whole village. It means that they can share some meat, and there is one less hidden danger that threatens the village.

On this day, everyone was as festive as New Year’s Eve. They found an open space and cut down the last breath of wild boar with a knife. They all followed their adults out to watch the fun.

People in a village enthusiastically divided the wild boars. Of course, they did not divide them equally. The more they did, the more they got. For those who eat meat, it is considered too much, and for those with more children, they also share more.

"Your Ah Li is not bad, you can carry such a big wild boar back."

This is what Mo Fang hears the most in a day.

"Is Ah Li okay?" Because Li Dakang was far away, the news spread slowly. It took a long time before everyone remembered to notify the village chief, so they came later.

Mo Fang's heart warmed, and he smiled at the village chief and said, "That kid has rough skin and thick flesh, and he can fight alone with wild boars, so it's no wonder he gets hurt."

Li Dakang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "In the future, we will do less of this. If wild boars appear in groups, what will happen? Life is more important than meat."

"Okay, when he wakes up, I'll go back and talk to him again. Relax, come on, I've left you the biggest leg, and I'll bring it back to Kangle Bubu." Mo Fang hugged a big pig with a wide lotus leaf hoof, tied it in twos and threes and handed it to Li Dakang.

Li Dakang didn't answer, "It's not like you don't know the situation in our family, so it takes so much? Just cut a little."

Mo Fang scowled, and stuffed the pig's trotter into his arms, "I'll give it to you if I say so, what are you talking about? Take it!"

Li Dakang sighed, and said helplessly: "The big brother took it with the cheek."

"Come on, you should go back quickly, endure what you should bear, and don't bear what you shouldn't, so that you can live a comfortable life."

Li Dakang let out an "hey" and walked back holding the pig's thigh.

After dividing the meat, several young people carried the rest back to Mo Fang's house. On the way, they met Zhao Dayuan who came with a big bamboo basket.

"What's the matter? No points?" Zhao Dayuan shook his legs and stared greedily at the meat on the wooden board. The woman beside him seemed to be even more haggard.

Mo Fang gave him a cold look, took a piece of meat about one catty from the wooden board and threw it into his bamboo basket, "Let's go."

"Bah!" Zhao Dayuan burst into flames when he saw it so little, threw the meat at Mo Fang's feet, spat and said, "You're just fooling the beggar so little?"

The person carrying the board looked over with unfriendly eyes. The most disgusting thing in the whole village was their house. Zhao Dayuan ate, drank, whored and gambled all day long, and forced his daughter-in-law to invite customers in the commercial road like a prostitute, waiting for his daughter-in-law. When he was old, he got the disease of willow and willow, and after no one liked him, he fell in love with Mo Fang again. The reason was that Mo Fang and that poor woman were neighbors when he was young, and he was a childhood sweetheart since he was a child.

Mo Fang stepped forward unhurriedly, stepped on the pork, and deliberately rolled it a few times, "This is the way to send a beggar." After that, he said to the people behind: "Let's go, ignore him."

"Good!" The four young men happily carried the wooden plank and followed behind Mo Fang, spat disdainfully when they passed by Zhao Dayuan.

Zhao Dayuan was so angry that his chest felt tight, and he threw the bamboo basket on the ground, "Mo Fang! Just wait for me!"

After a while, Zhao Dayuan kicked the woman, "You, go and get the meat back!"

The woman coughed softly, and slowly picked up the bamboo basket and pork back, but was kicked by Zhao Dayuan again, "Are you also scolding me in your heart? Bah!"

The woman curled up on the ground with her head in her arms, her stomach hurting like she was falling.

The more Zhao Dayuan thought about it, the angrier he became, and he walked over in two or three steps, picked up the bamboo basket, "What a bad luck! Go back!"

The woman climbed up tremblingly, following behind step by step.

It is said that Luo Wangshu didn't sleep well all night, after washing his clothes, he stuffed himself inside, and gradually fell asleep listening to the even breathing of the people next to him.

Before he had slept for a long time, he was kicked by someone, knocked his head on the wall, and woke up no matter how soundly he slept.

Luo Wangshu stared dissatisfiedly at Mo Li, who was still in his dream, and just about to have a fit, saw that the man's expression was wrong, frowned, and stretched out his hand to reach over.There is no fever, but it is wet.

"Mo Li, wake up." Luo Wangshu patted Mo Li's face vigorously, the latter opened his eyes in a daze, saw him and stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, muttering softly: "Daughter-in-law..."

"Hey, don't sleep yet, why are you sweating so much? Why is it uncomfortable?" Luo Wangshu struggled for a long time without struggling, and helplessly patted his face with his free hand.

Li Li rubbed against his neck uncomfortably, and said uncomfortablely, "Headache."

Headache? "Is it this?" Luo Wangshu pressed his temple.

"Well... everything hurts."

Luo Wangshu sighed and said to him: "Hey, let go of your hand first, let me rub it for you, okay?"

Perhaps because of being rubbed a little more comfortably, Li Li obediently let go of Luo Wangshu.

Luo Wangshu definitely does not have professional massage techniques. The old man used to have migraines, and Luo Wangshu learned massage for a month, but it was a pity that it didn't come in handy. Instead, he used it here.

Every acupuncture point became hot, and Li Li's frowning brows finally relaxed, and his breathing gradually eased.

Tsk!He is exhausted!Luo Wangshu shook his numb hands in pain, they were all red!This guy has a thick skin, and he can't do it without using force. He doesn't know what the owner of this shell used to do, let alone his ten fingers, and even his strength is very weak.Things like massage can be considered physical labor, at least for this shell.

"Well... my wife hurts."

After Luo Wangshu's hand left, Mo Li started to cry for pain again, but Luo Wangshu had no choice but to endure the sore hand and continue pressing.

"What's wrong?" When Mo Fang came back, he thought that the two of them were doing something indescribable in the room, but after listening carefully for a while, he realized something was wrong, so he knocked on the door.

Luo Wangshu who couldn't let go had no choice but to say beside the bed: "I don't know why, but Mo Li has a terrible headache."

Hearing this, Mo Fang immediately pushed open the door, and saw Luo Wangshu pressing various pressures on Mo Li's head with great effort.

"You wait." After speaking, he walked to the pharmacy, brought a small box over, and opened it to see that there were various silver needles of different thicknesses.

Mo Fang asked Luo Wangshu to go away, but when he let go, Li Li grabbed his hand, the kind that would not let go.

"Just stay here." Mo Fang had no other choice, Mo Li, who had a headache, was more stubborn than a child, and had great strength, so he could only follow along at this time.

After taking out the silver needles and passing them over the fire next to them, Luo Wangshu watched a session of acupuncture for free.

Mo Fang and Luo Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief when they stopped whining.

Luo Wangshu carefully pulled out his hand, and followed Mo Fang to cook medicine by the stove.

"Okay, just sit down, and eat some steamed bread when you're hungry, I don't have time to serve you now." Mo Fang put the medicine into the medicine jar, added water and boiled it.

Luo Wangshu had long been immune to his poisonous tongue, so he moved a bench and sat beside him to watch.Anyway, the little old man said everything in such an angry tone, but in fact he was very kind-hearted, and the tone of his voice could be ignored directly.

"What's wrong with Mo Li? Do you often have headaches?" Luo Wangshu asked curiously.

While lighting the fire, Mo Fang said, "It was like this when I picked it up a few years ago. I hurt my head and almost died on the mountain."

"Pick it up?" Luo Wangshu was taken aback, wasn't it his own?

Mo Fang glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

Luo Wangshu suddenly felt that Mo Fang's image had become taller, and when he was excited, he patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Little old man, you can do it, I didn't expect you to be so good."

Mo Fang looked at Luo Wangshu with a look of disgust, "Love yourself, don't touch others, and, I'm just looking for a son to come back to die for me, don't think about it."

"Hey, you're not afraid that he's a fugitive?" Luo Wangshu gossiped with sparkling eyes.

Mo Fang laughed after hearing this, "You are still an exile, and you are called Dad, what are you talking about?"

Luo Wangshu curled his lips, "Yes, Dad." The last two words were deliberately biting a little harder.

"Well, not bad." Mo Fang laughed.

"Father, tell me how you picked him up?" Luo Wangshu posed to listen to the story, but unfortunately there were no melon seeds.

Mo Fang withdrew his smile, his eyes were melancholy, and he sighed: "At that time, I went to the mountain to find a precious medicinal material. When I found him on the mountain, a pack of wolves died beside him, and he himself suffered from pain." Seriously injured, the arrow wound was also poisonous. When I picked it up, I thought he would not survive, just trying his luck, but he woke up after five days of high fever coma, life is really hard!"

"Then he is so stupid?" Luo Wangshu blinked and asked, "Didn't you say anything?"

Mo Fang recalled a moment and said: "At that time I asked what his name was, and he said his name was Mo Li. I thought this kid was related to me, and even had the same surname. Maybe he was a son bestowed on me by God. As soon as he woke up, he said nothing. I can’t remember, but my brute force caused me a lot of trouble.”

Thinking of the past, Mo Fang felt it was funny, and told about the time when Mo Li stole more than a dozen eggs from other people's houses and boiled them into various tricks. He also said that he likes to find all kinds of ingredients to cook, and the pickled vegetables are better than other people's. People in the village love to ask him to help, because no matter how Li Li teaches, no one can make that taste. .

Luo Wangshu listened with relish, "I didn't expect him to do so many stupid things."

Mo Fang laughed, "Who said it wasn't?"

After decocting the medicine, Mo Fang poured it out in a bowl to dry, and said to Luo Wangshu, "Don't tell Ah Li about that, and don't say that I said it."

Luo Wangshu didn't think much about it at first, so he just smiled, but when he heard what Mo Fang said, he asked curiously, "Why?"

"Cough, Ah Li has a thin skin." After Mo Fang finished speaking, he suppressed a smile and left, um, it's time to pull out the needle.

Liu Luo Wangshu looked confused, what the hell?