Zhao Wei jumped off the ridge of the field and called the villagers who came to report the news.
"Tell me clearly, which village is fighting? What is the reason for the fight?"
The villagers shouted breathlessly, "The entrance of the village! Those people in the neighboring village are so stupid. I don't know how they read the canal map you drew. They dug crookedly and then collided with each other."
"The biggest problem now is that people from both villages say the canal belongs to them and that no one else is allowed to cross the border."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound from afar, mixed with shouting and cursing, which drifted over with the wind.
However, it was those villagers who were fighting and failed to solve the problem, so they threw it to him.
He disliked people who couldn't make sense of things the most. When it came to major issues, he didn't know whether they had listened to him or not.
"Huangmao, take ten people to the village entrance. Remember, you are only allowed to stop them, not to take action!"
Zhao Wei turned his head and looked towards the forest. He gritted his teeth and said, "The rest of you, follow my master to collect herbs. The rice seedlings can't wait!"
Zhao Wei's master, Lin Qinghe, held the hunting knife tightly, but the blade shone coldly in the sunlight.
At this moment, he just stood there quietly, as if he was very unwilling.
…
Zhao Wei only took one look at him and knew that he might not be able to keep this master.
The other party had only been here for a month, but he was already planning to run away.
The village is too noisy, and every day it's like a robot that never finishes its work.
Lin Qing and Ai Jing, he couldn't stand this atmosphere.
At the entrance of the village, Huangmao led his men to form a flesh wall with their bodies to block the sticks used by people from neighboring villages in the fight.
"You are disrupting production!"
The yellow-haired man's face was covered in sweat, but he still held one of the men's arms tightly.
"Stop fighting. Have you eaten enough today?"
Her original intention was to let everyone put aside their prejudices and have a good talk.
The old farmer in the lead waved his hoe and said, "Humph, we in Wujiaping won't accept this. This canal can't be connected. Let's quickly define the responsibilities and restore normalcy to our village."
…
When they were arguing again and it was making people feel dizzy, in the rice field, Expert Yan had already turned his back to the villagers, looking at his masterpiece with a distressed face, which was about to be destroyed.
"Alas... What a sin, I don't know who did it?"
"This village is good in every way, except that there are too many people. There are endless fights every day. Alas... I don't even feel tired."
Zhao Wei didn't respond to him and even pretended to ignore him and did his own thing.
With so many things to do every day, how could he take care of these? It was really life-threatening. Sometimes, he wished he could split himself into several halves and keep working non-stop.
Because of the things happening in the village, he hasn't been able to spend enough time with his family for several days.
Why did these people fight? He wanted to vent his anger on someone.
In the end, it was Zhao Wei who took action. He beat the people from the two villages who were fighting with 50 sticks each, and then drove them away.
He is really full, but he can't even do such a small job properly. He deserves to be hungry and cold. He just doesn't put his mind to the right thing.
In order to save the seedlings as soon as possible, Zhao Wei decided to take a group of people up the mountain.
As a result, it seemed that God couldn't bear to see him being too busy and insisted that he should not have any free time.
Many people from the neighboring county came to visit him, probably wanting him to share with them how to live a prosperous life in this drought season.
Unable to do anything, he smiled bitterly at Lin Qinghe.
"Master, please lead the herb-collecting team up the mountain immediately! Thank you for your hard work and the trip you have to make."
Lin Qinghe did not move at all, and spun the hunting knife in his palm: "Little bastard, do you think I'm an errand boy?"
Zhao Wei stared at Lin Qinghe's hunting knife that was glowing with cold light and was a little frightened.
The impatience flashing in the master's eyes at this moment made him think of something.
"Master, what are you doing..."
Before Zhao Wei finished speaking, Lin Qinghe suddenly stood up.
"Okay, this is the last time. I won't do it again."
After Lin Qinghe uttered these harsh words, he strode deep into the forest. The tip of his hunting knife scratched the rock, creating a string of sparks.
More than a dozen villagers followed behind, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs.
Zhao Wei hesitated for a moment, asked Huangmao to hold the shotgun tightly and followed.
Master...I'm afraid he has already made up his mind to leave.
He has been in this place for almost two months and has reached his limit.
But he couldn't let go of his disciple, so he could only endure it.
At this age, Lin Qinghe is just a young man in his thirties, still in his prime, and it is impossible for him to live in seclusion in a corner.
As a barefoot doctor, I not only have to measure the mountains and rivers with my feet, but also hope that there will be no more people suffering from diseases in this world.
The master has his own lofty ideals, and I cannot keep him by my side just because of my admiration for him.
They... have reached the time to part.
Last time, the master came as promised, under the pretext of treating Yunxiu.
Now, what excuse could he use to get his master to come back and see him occasionally?
The scorching sun cast mottled shadows through the branches and leaves, but it could not dispel the stagnant melancholy and tension in the air.
…
In the mountains and forests.
"Everyone cheer up!" The yellow-haired man lowered his voice and glanced at the broken branches on the roadside. The broken surfaces were so fresh that they were still oozing with sap.
"There may be wild animals lying in ambush nearby."
Before he finished speaking, a villager walking in the middle of the team suddenly let out a muffled groan - the ground under his feet suddenly sank, and the whole person was dragged into the dark pit by a huge force.
“Help…” The villagers’ cries for help came to an abrupt end as the sound of bones breaking came from the bottom of the pit.
Lin Qinghe was shocked: "Quickly disperse, someone has set a trap here..."
Huangmao's pupils suddenly shrank as he looked at the densely packed bamboo tips at the bottom of the pit and the appearance of the villagers who fell into it, and he was frightened to death.
This person was lucky, as he was carrying a large basket on his back, which was filled with some common herbs, which he had picked along the way under the guidance of Lin Qinghe.
At this time, the backpack was placed under his body, which at least blocked the bamboo and prevented him from being stabbed to the core.
"Hurry up and save him, there is a snake in this trap!"
Lin Qinghe's voice reminded everyone, and after a closer look, they found that there was a thin layer of dead grass under the bamboos, and something was surging underneath.
In just a short while, you can see snakes popping their heads out from underneath.
If this gets wrapped around a person, the person will either die or be skinned to pieces!
No one dared to delay any longer and quickly took out the ropes from their bodies and threw them to the villager.
Although this man was frightened, he was brave enough not to be scared out of his wits.
He simply abandoned the backpack, stepped on it to gain leverage, and was quickly pulled out by everyone.
When I looked back after I finished, I saw that the snakes at the bottom of the pit had filled the entire backpack. They were entangled and wriggling together, which made me feel extremely sick.
"We can't keep this kind of thing. Let's burn it!"
Countless dead branches were thrown down and soon ignited...
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