It's not that the other person didn't speak, but rather that they seemed to have fainted...
Master Sanqing's heart skipped a beat. Could he be dead?
Looks like he didn't check the almanac before going out today!
If I had known this would happen, I would have had his apprentice do a divination for him before I left this morning.
What bad luck! What bad luck! Today has been absolutely terrible!
Although Master Sanqing's mind was racing, his hands didn't stop moving. He quickly went over to carry the unconscious man onto the carriage.
We are now at the entrance of the small fishing village. Since the incident, only Widow Qiao and another family remain in the village.
That family didn't seem to frequent the village much, so even though he had lived in the small fishing village for a long time, he had never met them.
The village was usually very quiet, but now that it was getting dark, the small fishing village felt eerily quiet at dusk, especially with the unconscious man in her arms...
Even though Master Sanqing is not usually afraid of ghosts and monsters, today for some reason he couldn't help but imagine the tragic state of the small fishing village back then.
A cold wind blew by, and the Taoist priest Sanqing threw the man onto the carriage and pulled Chixiao away, speeding towards the end of the village.
At this moment, in Widow Qiao's courtyard at the end of the village, Old Fan had just returned with water.
When Widow Qiao saw Old Fan returning with water, she quickly turned and went to greet him.
She stopped laughing abruptly, staring at Lao Fan in disbelief.
"Brother Fan, if you don't want to do it, just say so!"
Old Fan put down the load on his shoulder, looking puzzled.
"Sister Qiao, what's wrong with you?"
Didn't I bring this water back?
Don't be angry, I promise I won't be late to fetch water again next time because I'm waiting for Sanqing at the village entrance.
Seeing that Old Fan was very sincere in admitting his mistake, Widow Qiao's anger subsided considerably, and her voice softened.
"Brother Fan, I'm sorry, I was rude just now."
I just feel sorry for you because you don't know how to take care of yourself.
Since Sanqing left, you've been sitting at the village entrance every day waiting for him, and you don't even remember to come back for meals.
Look, you've caught a cold. I called you to fetch water today so you could come back and rest earlier.
I didn't mean to yell at you just now. Look at the bucket you're using to carry water..."
Old Fan followed Widow Qiao's gaze...
This bucket looks familiar?
Suddenly, Lao Fan noticed some filth hanging on the outside of the bucket, which looked like—feces!
He...he...
They actually used a dung bucket to carry water!
And he almost poured the water into the water tank!
"Sister Qiao, I'm sorry, I was too careless and took the wrong bucket."
I'll go pick another one right away.
As he spoke, Lao Fan picked up his load again and prepared to leave. He had indeed been a bit absent-minded these past few days; the last time he carried manure, he hadn't even cleaned the manure bucket properly.
Widow Qiao quickly stepped forward and grabbed Old Fan.
"Brother Fan, we don't need to carry water today. There's still enough water at home. If we use it sparingly, it'll be enough. Don't waste this water, carry it to the vegetable garden next door."
"Put the bucket down and come wash your hands and eat."
When he heard Widow Qiao call him to dinner, Lao Fan was so moved that tears streamed down his face. It turned out that someone still wanted him.
Sanqing is gone, but he still has Sister Qiao; he's not alone...
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Sister Qiao, did you hear that sound?"
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