Having received the task, Tie Dan gathered a group of children, both young and old, from the village to collect the leaves and weeds.
Never underestimate the power of children.
Attracted by the fruit candy, the farm receives several sacks of fallen leaves and weeds every day.
Ning Jing was in charge of composting, and Xiu Hua picked up those broken jars and pots that people had thrown away and put them in as Ning Jing instructed.
In just two days, Xiuhua produced more than a dozen jars.
On the third night, Fu Hongxing returned home late at night, travel-worn and exhausted.
Because he came back so late, he didn't knock on the door and just climbed over the wall into the yard.
After getting home, he boiled some water in the kitchen in the dark, and then quickly took a quick shower.
Only when he could no longer smell the blood on his body did he enter the house.
As soon as Fu Hongxing pushed open the door, he noticed a stick rushing towards him.
With a swift move, he grabbed the staff and snatched it away, then reached out and pulled the person opposite him into his arms.
"It's me."
Just as the other person was about to shout, Fu Hongxing quickly whispered something.
Upon hearing Fu Hongxing's voice, Ning Jing blinked twice, and then large tears streamed down her face.
The warm, dampness quickly soaked through his clothes, and Fu Hongxing felt his chest, where the tears had touched, burn like fire.
With a swift turn, he carried Ning Jing out the door, placed the stick he was holding aside, and closed the door behind him.
By the moonlight, Fu Hongxing saw that Ning Jing's face was covered in tears.
This discovery made Fu Hongxing's heart clench.
"I'm sorry I'm late!"
All the words I could say at that moment were reduced to just one sentence.
Ning Jing felt wronged, deeply wronged. She realized with absolute clarity that this world was not the world she knew.
In her world, even if you are thousands of miles apart, you can simply make a phone call and hear the other person's voice.
Here, no matter how worried or scared you are, you can only silently endure it all by yourself.
That's why she burst into tears the moment she heard Fu Hongxing's voice.
When she heard Fu Hongxing apologize again, she couldn't help but punch his chest a few times.
However, when she punched Fu Hongxing in the chest, Fu Hongxing couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Immediately, Ning Jing noticed that her fingers felt slippery and wet, and she could smell a faint scent of blood.
She subconsciously raised her hand, sniffed it, and her expression changed drastically.
"Are you hurt?"
Ning Jing rushed over, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to pry open Fu Hongxing's chest to check the extent of his injuries.
Seeing her like this, Fu Hongxing couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'm fine."
After saying that, he first told Ning Jing to stand still, then went into the house, took out the kerosene lamp, pulled Ning Jing to the kitchen, took a match from the stove, and lit the kerosene lamp.
The moment the lights came on, he could feel Ning Jing's gaze fixed intently on his chest.
Fu Hongxing looked down and, sure enough, the area that had been cleaned up earlier had stretched open, which was why it was bleeding.
Ning Jing pursed her lips before asking, "Where's the medicine?"
The wound looked like it had been bandaged before, so it couldn't have been left untreated.
"Here, it's peaceful. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Fu Hongxing, somewhat helplessly, took a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from his pocket and handed it to her.
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