He Dazhu suddenly opened his eyes.
Two round, bulging balls and a deep groove lay before He Dazhu's eyes. He Dazhu subconsciously reached out and touched them; they were soft.
He Dazhu was startled and instantly became much more alert.
That's not a ball, it's a pair of raised peaks.
He Dazhu shrank back in fright.
He Dazhu felt a headache coming on. He shook his head vigorously and gradually saw his surroundings clearly.
He Dazhu was shocked to find that he was not lying in the mountain valley, but on Widow Li's fragrant bed.
Li Xianggui was wearing a loose-fitting light green T-shirt, with the black lace at the neckline showing through, almost making He Dazhu's nose bleed.
Even a pair of loose black pants couldn't hide her rounded hips.
At this moment, Li Xianggui was lying on the bed, holding medicine in one hand, looking at He Dazhu with affection.
"You silly Dazhu, as soon as you wake up, your hands start groping around."
"Is my sister soft?"
"Believe it or not, I'll take a kitchen knife and chop your hands off."
A few years ago, when Li Xianggui's husband was carrying their own lean pig to sell in town, he slipped and fell off a cliff along with the pig.
Only the widow Li, who was over thirty but still retained her charm, remained.
Li Xianggui's beauty was well-known in Shihua Village, but her temper was also well-known in the village.
If that blind man from Shihua Village dared to come knocking on Li Xianggui's door seeking Hua, Li Xianggui would definitely pick up a kitchen knife and fight him to the death.
This also caused many men in the village to shy away from Li Xianggui.
Upon hearing Li Xianggui's words, He Dazhu immediately turned his head to the side, lowered his head, and said with a red face, "I'm sorry, Sister Xianggui."
Seeing He Dazhu's uneasy appearance, Li Xianggui couldn't help but chuckle.
"Silly Dazhu is just silly Dazhu, I'm just kidding you."
"So what if I touched you? It won't hurt me. You're just a little fool who doesn't understand anything anyway."
"Unlike those old men in the village, who are always trying to take advantage of others."
"Come and drink this bowl of medicine. I specially brewed it for you."
He Dazhu glanced at the medicine in Li Xianggui's hand and immediately realized that it was a bowl of medicine to relieve heatstroke.
Moreover, He Dazhu suddenly realized that his mind was full of traditional Chinese medicine knowledge.
He Dazhu could immediately come up with solutions for all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases that could be treated with traditional Chinese medicine.
He Dazhu couldn't help but feel happy. He vaguely remembered an old man with white hair and the Xuan Tian Jue, Xuan Tian Yi Jing, and Xuan Tian Shen Tong.
He Dazhu suddenly looked down and saw a jade gourd hanging around his neck. He was overjoyed. It seemed that everything that had happened before was true.
He Dazhu doesn't know what the jade gourd is for yet; he can only figure it out slowly.
He Dazhu tried circulating his internal energy and suddenly felt a very weak true energy sink into his dantian. He Dazhu immediately felt his blood and qi flow smoothly.
However, after circulating his qi for a while, He Dazhu felt a huge resistance within his body. With He Dazhu's current aptitude, he would have to take it slowly if he wanted to cultivate the Xuan Tian Jue.
The Xuan Tian Jue is divided into four levels: Earth, Spirit, Heaven, and God. Each level has twenty-five sub-levels. Each breakthrough requires a huge amount of spiritual energy. With He Dazhu's current spiritual energy, even breaking through one level would be extremely difficult.
"Hey, you silly Dazhu, drink your medicine! What are you grinning about?" Li Xianggui looked at He Dazhu with a resentful expression.
He Dazhu took the medicine from Li Xianggui and drank it down in one gulp.
“Fool, drink slowly. This isn’t water, it’s medicine, it’s bitter.” Li Xianggui looked at He Dazhu with a smile.
"It's okay, it's not bitter." He Dazhu wiped his mouth with his hand after finishing the drink, as if he had just drunk something delicious.
Li Xianggui looked at Sha Dazhu and suddenly sighed.
"You silly Dazhu, you're really unlucky to have such a vicious second uncle."
"Did your second uncle make you go to work in the fields by yourself and stay at home smoking your pipe?"
"You got heatstroke and collapsed in the cornfield. If I hadn't been passing by your cornfield, you probably would have died there."
Hearing Li Xianggui say this, He Dazhu felt another sharp headache.
He Dazhu suddenly remembered a lot of things.
In Shihua Village, besides Liu Sichun being kind to He Dazhu, the second most kind person is this widow Li in front of us.
Although Widow Li herself didn't have enough food, Li Xianggui would always bring He Dazhu some food whenever she passed by his cowshed.
He Dazhu didn't know why Li Xianggui did this, but given that Li Xianggui had saved him this time, He Dazhu couldn't leave without repaying her kindness.
But the thought of the eldest son of the Shen family who ruined his future and the Zhao Lifen family, who were indifferent to his family, filled He Dazhu with rage.
He Dazhu grew angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and he clenched his fist and pounded it hard on the bed.
He Dazhu silently vowed in his heart that he would settle this score with the Shen family and make them pay for their crimes in blood.
The He family, too, must not be let off the hook.
"Silly Big Pillar, what are you doing?"
"Why are you suddenly pounding the bed? If you break my bed, where am I supposed to sleep?"
"Can't I sleep in your little cowshed?" Li Xianggui joked.
Mentioning the cowshed reminded He Dazhu of how his second uncle's family had taken over their house and left him a cowshed.
The cowshed was outside the house, and almost everyone passing by in the village could see He Dazhu sleeping in it.
The villagers of Shihua Village were cursing He Debing's family behind their backs, but after all, it was someone else's family matter.
Other villagers can't do much besides talking.
In this impoverished little mountain village, the villagers are all busy making a living and have no time to care about other people's affairs.
"I'm talking to you."
Why didn't you reply to your sister?
“If you don’t come back to your sister, I’ll send you back to your wicked second uncle’s house.”
At this time, Li Xianggui did not realize that He Dazhu was no longer the silly Dazhu he used to be, and still regarded He Dazhu as a child.
He was joking, but deliberately trying to scare the simple-minded Da Zhu.
Although Li Xianggui said this, she wouldn't actually do it, because sending He Dazhu there would really be like pushing He Dazhu into a sea of fire.
Moreover, He Dazhu is quite handsome, and Li Xianggui also likes him very much.
In Li Xianggui's eyes, He Dazhu was much better than the old men in the village. Although he was a bit simple-minded, he didn't have any bad intentions.
Bang bang bang—
Suddenly there was a rapid knocking on the door, followed by the voice of an old man.
"Xiang Gui, I've missed you so much! Open the door quickly!"
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