At the moment, Wei Jiu had no intention to think about whether the old man in front of him was good or bad, simple or otherwise. In such weather, wounds scratched on the mountain would become infected and suppurated soon if not treated. In this era, Wei Jiu did not dare to be careless at all.

A dilapidated small village with two thatched cottages shocked Wei Jiu's vision. How could the wealthy people of the Tang Dynasty live in such hardship? If you think about it carefully, there were constant battles before and after the founding of the Tang Dynasty. From the end of the Sui Dynasty to the founding of the country, it seems that from

There has been no break, and the people have been fighting for years and have no means of living, and they have no interest in farming, and they are always worried about the war.

The Sui Dynasty did leave behind a wealth, but the cost of conquests was huge. The daily consumption of food and grass cost thousands of stones. After several years of continuous conquests, how much would be left?

The old man who returned home was no longer talkative, and did not ask where Wei Jiu was from. He squatted in front of the stove to prepare the meal, and pointed at the wooden basin towards Wei Jiu.

"Wash the wound. I took a look just now and found that there are no herbal medicines at home."

The old man had some selfish motives. Wei Jiu only had a skin injury. After returning home and looking at the small medicine bottle wrapped in a handkerchief in the medicine box, the old man was a little reluctant to part with it. He had no children, so this little medicine was still thrown into the soil to strangle his teeth.

After I saved my money, I was worried that one day I would get sick or suffer disaster and cause trouble to my neighbors.

Wei Jiu naturally wouldn't force it. The old man didn't mention it, and he didn't ask. He fetched water to clean the wounds and sweat on his body. The blood mixed with the soil and solidified on the wounds looked very disgusting. It was troublesome to wash the solidified filth. Wei Jiu endured the pain and washed it.

Instead of blood and water, Wei Jiu repeatedly cleaned the wound in the hospital, while the old man sat on the threshold and watched silently.

There is no dramatic scene where the old man recognizes Wei Jiu as his grandson, or Wei Jiu recognizes the old man as his grandfather. Both of them have experienced life and death, and they have no intention of investing in a family relationship. This kind of sadness is enough once.

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After washing the wound, the old man threw in a set of clean clothes.

"Have a meal."

Although he was reluctant to take out the medicine, the meal prepared by the old man, multi-grain noodles, also known as soup cakes in this era, Wei Jiu was so hungry that he ate the noodles and drank up the soup.

During the conversation during the meal, he learned that the old man's surname was Wang, a very common surname and a very ordinary old man. The land under his feet was under the jurisdiction of Chang'an. The people also jokingly called this place outside Chang'an, under the emperor's feet, His Majesty's neighbor.

Of course Wei Jiu heard these words as a joke. Neighbor of the emperor, try building a house next to the palace city.

Of course, Wei Jiu would not interrupt Old Man Wang without discipline. No matter what, the old man gave him a place to live, which was considered a kindness to him.

At this time, Wei Jiu had nowhere to go, and he didn't know where to go next. He had nowhere to go, and he didn't accept Mr. Wang's kindness so calmly today.

After chatting, the master brought a quilt and threw it to Wei Jiu.

"How dare you use a bedding that has been covered by a dead person?"

Since returning to the small courtyard, Old Man Wang's tone has become colder. Wei Jiu understood that the old man saw his dead son in him. He took the quilt with his hands and said, "I don't mind, I don't mind. Wei Jiu is an atheist."

I don’t even believe in these crazy things.

His body ached and tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He was a little flustered when he suddenly came to this era. In ancient times, it was not uncommon to take human life seriously, and how could he adapt to life without even having an identity? In order to repay his kindness, he could help Old Man Wang clean up.

Wei Jiu would never agree to farm work in the fields, but if he was asked to farm the fields for another year.

No matter what he is unwilling to do, whether it is life or life, he likes challenges, likes to break the rules set by others, and likes to do things that no one dares to try, otherwise he would never try that scientific machine that no one dares to try.

At this time, when I think about coming into this world, I can't help but feel a little excited. At the same time, I also think about my grandfather and girlfriend.

Joy and sadness kept colliding in his heart, like two armies, killing and devouring each other. Wei Jiu was destined to have insomnia that night. He had not slept all night, and the wounds had begun to scab and became very itchy.

Old Man Wang left the courtyard early with his hoe. Wei Jiu heard the noise and climbed out of bed, put on the clothes that Old Man Wang gave him yesterday and followed the old man out of the courtyard. He came out relatively early. There were not many people on the street, but they were all.

They are people from the village. When they see Old Man Wang wearing a boy, they will inevitably say something.

"Old man, is this your grandson?"

Wei Jiu naturally didn't speak. Old Man Wang just smiled and shook his head without saying a word. An old man and a young man sat under a tree by the field and looked at the banker who was not very lush. Wei Jiu couldn't see what this kind of thing was about. Old Man Wang

He said softly after a long dull moment.

"The wounds on your body haven't healed yet. Why are you following me, an old and immortal person, out here? I can't stop thinking about that unfilial son. I didn't even leave any incense when I died."

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is not having offspring.

The old man couldn't sit still and would inevitably think about many things. Wei Jiu grinned softly.

"You have been kind to me, otherwise I would still be sleeping on the street at this moment. I have to repay the kindness. I want to help you hoe the land and repay it. But now I just have to wait for the crops to be harvested. There is nothing to do."

It was already September, and we were just waiting for the crops to be harvested. There was nothing to do, so an old man and a young man were sitting under the tree in a daze.

After a long time, Wei Jiu suddenly thought of the machine he came into this world with. There should be some things in it that were not available in this era. If he dismantled it, he could exchange it for some money. This would be a way of repaying Old Man Wang's kindness. Thinking of this

, Wei Jiu couldn't help but bumped Old Man Wang with his arm, pointing to the mountains not far away.

"Old man, are you familiar with that mountain?"

Mentioning this mountain, Old Man Wang's face showed a hint of pride, and he pointed to the mountain.

"No one in Zhuangzi can claim to be more familiar with this mountain than me, an old immortal. Even with my eyes closed, I can walk in and out several times a day."

Wei Jiu took this as a joke. He had learned how big the mountain was, but he couldn't hurt the old man's face at this time.

"Old man, I came out of this mountain. There are some strange things in there. Let's go in and have a look, just in case that thing can be sold for a lot of money."

"what's that."

"Tie Liaoda, I don't know what Xingqing is, let's go?"

"Walk."

Hearing that money can be exchanged, Old Man Wang became interested. No matter what it is, Tie Gupiao can still be sold for a few coppers, and he can be more prepared for the winter. An old man and a young man returned to the small courtyard. Old Man Wang seems to be old.

, but when it comes to entering the mountain, the momentum is not weaker than that of young people. An iron fork was thrown to Wei Jiu, holding a hatchet and a rope. This was all the equipment for entering the mountain.

Looking at Old Man Wang, Wei Jiu couldn't help but think of a man from another world who went into the mountains to hunt. He had a dagger on his leg, a pistol on his waist, a shotgun in his hand, and all kinds of weapons. After entering the mountain, he shot a rabbit.

Extremely happy.

Looking at Lao Wang in front of him, he saw a hatchet and a rope, as if the mountain belonged to their family.

In short, Wei Jiu felt that Old Man Wang was very awesome. When climbing the mountain, he did not forget to tell Old Man Wang that there were snakes in the mountains and his arms were so thick, but Old Man Wang's answer made him shut up instantly.
Chapter completed!