As night falls, Changshi City looks like two different worlds. , the smoke from cooking is curling up on the outskirts of the city.
Farmers who have been working all day are finally free and gather around their own stoves, chatting about the farming work in the fields and the daily routine of the neighbors.
The city was bustling with merchants and merchants, and there was a lot of singing and dancing in the restaurants and brothels.
Drinks were exchanged, and it was very lively.
Although they are in the same busy city, the foreigners are much quieter.
The foreign shops and churches are even more silent at night.
Businessmen went to the foreign trade houses, and the church doors were open to everyone.
Amidst the various rumors that never stopped, the number of believers in Changshi City gradually increased.
After traveling all day, Master Qingfeng and his apprentice were lucky enough to stay overnight at a farmhouse in the nearby suburbs.
The owners of the household were an old couple who killed chickens and stewed meat and treated them warmly.
During the dinner, the old couple and the master and apprentice chatted happily, and hearty smiles could be heard from time to time in the farmyard.
At the end of the banquet, the head of the household saw that the master and the apprentice were full, and made soup for them to taste.
"Master Tian, I am from a small family, and I am no better off than a wealthy family.
Try the soup made by my old lady."
The owner of the household politely invited him.
"It's common for the old man to have dinner and sleep in the open when he meets us monks.
I don't know what to say when I receive such hospitality tonight."
Qingfeng immediately thanked the head of the household.
The old woman is even more cheerful and smiles.
"Master Tian, then don't say anything and drink the soup while it's hot."
Qingfeng nodded, and Xin Yun each took a sip of the soup, their mouths full of fragrance.
"My old lady is so good at cooking.
I have never tasted such a delicious soup in my whole life," Xin Yun couldn't help but praise.
"If it tastes good, little master, please drink more," the old lady said hurriedly.
Xin Yun then lowered his head, his throat quickly shrank, and he made a grunting sound.
Looking at Xin Yun's eating appearance, Qingfeng smiled slightly.
"Old man, this soup is indeed delicious.
It must have taken a lot of effort."
"Tianshi, it doesn't take any trouble for us here.
We can't have a feast without soup.
We prepared it an hour ago," the old woman said with a smile.
Xin Yun, who lowered his head to drink the soup, was so startled that he felt his stomach ache, and there were several sounds in his throat.
"Old lady, it's been more than an hour, and it's not a big deal."
"If you want to drink a bowl of good soup, it won't take long."
The old woman still smiled.
"This is more troublesome than eating a meal for us."
Xin Yun couldn't help but sigh when he thought about how in his hometown, a big family could eat a pot of noodles and finish it with just one word.
The old couple laughed immediately and found Xin Yun even more adorable.
Qingfeng thought of another thing.
"Old man, after drinking your soup, Pindao always feels that he is not far from Guangzhou city."
The head of the household laughed and hurriedly replied.
"What the Heavenly Master said is absolutely true.
Our Changshi City is ahead of us.
It is indeed not that far away from Guangzhou City."
The old woman nodded along with her old man, but she was wondering in her heart that she could guess the distance even by drinking soup.
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Xin Yun also had the same doubts and was very quick to talk.
"Master, how can you guess the distance by drinking soup?"
Qingfeng smiled slightly and pointed to the soup bowl on the table.
“Lingnan people love to drink soup, and this is what the old lady’s soup tastes like.”
The head of the household couldn't help laughing.
"What the Heavenly Master said makes sense, our diet at Feldspar has become similar to that of Lingnan."
Xin Yun suddenly realized that the old woman suddenly felt that this heavenly master was not simple.
He could speak so many truths after taking a sip of soup.
After another small talk, the night got darker.
The old couple arranged for the master and apprentice to sleep.
Tiredness came over his whole body, and Xin Yun's snoring was like thunder The bright moon was in the sky, and a dark shadow suddenly flashed out in the quiet courtyard.
Several black pigs in the pigsty, whether because they saw the dark shadow or for some other reason, snorted a few times and fell asleep again.
The two masters and apprentices woke up and realized that it was already dawn.
Xin Yun rubbed his eyes and regained his energy.
Qingfeng was tidying up on the side.
"The old man is not good," the old woman exclaimed outside the house.
Xin Yun immediately picked up his sword and left the house, followed closely by Qingfeng.
The old woman stood outside the pigsty, and the panicked old man hurried over.
I happened to meet the master and the apprentice, three of them together.
"Old woman, what's wrong?"
the old man asked.
"Old man, look at our pigs."
The old woman pointed.
Several black pigs were lying motionless in the pen.
"Maybe you're sick, I'm going to get some herbs, don't worry."
After the old man said that, he turned back to the courtyard, pulled out a bunch of green grass leaves in the small vegetable patch, and hurriedly came back.
Crush it in the bucket, jump into the pen with the bucket, slowly open the black pig's mouth and stuff it with medicine.
Master Qingfeng and his apprentice were unable to help, and were worried about the owner of the household.
"Old man, it's okay to do it."
"The Heavenly Master invited them back to eat the herbs I prepared, and they will get better."
The old man was very confident.
The herbs in the courtyard were what he had prepared in advance to prevent the pigs from getting sick from time to time.
Xin Yun hurriedly helped the old woman back to the house and comforted her.
"Old lady, don't worry, grandpa knows herbal medicine.
The pig will be fine after eating it."
The old woman felt relieved after hearing this, and then she was busy preparing breakfast for the master and the apprentice.
In less than a moment, breakfast was ready, but the hero's family still hadn't come back.
"Master, it can't be" Xin Yun said in a low voice, a little worried.
"Well, let's go take a look."
After saying that, the master and apprentice entered the courtyard and bumped into the old man with a sad face.
"Grandpa Pig" Xin Yun asked with concern.
"Oh no, I'm afraid the swine fever has come and all my herbs have been wiped out."
The old man sighed helplessly and called the master and apprentice back to the house.
When the old woman saw the three people coming back, she immediately brought breakfast.
Seeing the sad look on his old man's face, he couldn't help but ask with concern.
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"Old man, how are our pigs doing?"
The old man shook his head repeatedly, indicating to his wife not to ask any more questions, and hurriedly called for the master and disciple to have dinner.
Breakfast was simple, and within a moment, all the dishes and chopsticks were collected.
Master Qingfeng and his disciples were very concerned about the loss of their property.
"Old man, is swine fever often rampant here?"
"It doesn't happen often.
Once in a while, there is a plague.
I get some herbs and it's over.
Who knows it won't work this time?"
the old man replied with a look of helplessness.
"Perhaps the plague has changed your medicinal herbs and they no longer work," Xin Yun then comforted.
"Well, it's useless to say anything.
I'll just wait until they die later and bury them," the old man sighed.
After hearing this, the old woman also sighed.
After all, most of the hard work of the past six months was wasted.
"Master, they are still alive, we have to help them."
Seeing the old couple like this, Xin Yun couldn't help but moved his heart and whispered.
Qingfeng nodded, and then asked the old man about the symptoms of the black pigs.
The old couple knew the good intentions of the master and the apprentice, so they just said that it didn't matter.
If the pig got the plague, it would die sooner or later, so there was no need to worry, and they could raise it again next year.
Xin Yun felt regretful and took advantage of the conversation between the master and the owner of the household to go to the pig pen in the courtyard to see what was going on.
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