The small village is already filled with smoke from cooking, and the aroma of cooking can be smelled from afar. However, there is an exception. The room is pitch black and occasionally there are coughs from men and women.

The old hen in the yard lies in the nest without saying a word.

When Zhang Xuan returned home, he immediately locked the sheep into the sheep pen. When he entered the room, he shouted: "Mom and Dad, sister, I'm back. I'll cook now, wait for me for a while... I'll tell you, I met a great master on the mountain, which is amazing..."

My sister's crisp voice sounded: "Is that? How powerful is that great master?"

"Well...why? I'll tell you in detail when I'm having a meal later."

With Zhang Xuan's return, the room became much more lively.

As the smoke from cooking fires rose, the lights also lit up in the room.

At the dinner table, Zhang Xuan picked up food for everyone, talking about what he had today.

Zhang Xuan's father coughed for a year and listened with relish, but he looked at Zhang Xuan's eyes full of apology.

After all, Zhang Xuan is only thirteen years old this year, but he has to take on the livelihood of a family, which makes parents feel very ashamed.

Although her sister Zhang Ling'er, who was sitting on the side, had no sadness on her face. Instead, she was browsing, her little head swayed, and her big eyes were even more shiny.

Obviously, this family has not been defeated by the disease.

When talking about the medicine in the medicine garden, Zhang Xuan's father suddenly said seriously: "Xiao Xuanzi, you remember it."

People live their lives and do not want to be a great hero, but they must have a clear conscience. Do not move what they should take, not what they should take."

Zhang Xuan nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, dad, I know."

From beginning to end, Zhang Xuan didn't talk about him and the big wild boar Hard Steel. Obviously, this silly boy also knew that there were some things that he couldn't say.

This is the responsibility of a man...

Through chatting, Jiang Zhe learned that Zhang Xuan's parents used to do stone processing, and they sat there for more than 20 years, but both of them suffered from pneumoconiosis.

For such families, pneumoconiosis is equivalent to a death notice. Once it is achieved, it is basically impossible to cure it. When to leave, it depends on the time.

My sister Zhang Ling'er broke her legs because of a car accident, and the driver who caused the car accident escaped and has not been caught yet.

Jiang Zhe did not enter the house, but turned around and left. He knew that Zhang Xuan would definitely go up the mountain tomorrow.

When we left the yard, we didn’t know what funny jokes Zhang Xuan said, and the whole family laughed.

Jiang Zhe also laughed: "People who love to laugh generally have no bad luck."

No words all night.

The next day, Zhang Xuan really came to the mountain again.

From a distance, I saw Jiang Zhe sitting in the yard, and a small stove beside him burning a pot of tea or hot water, making a whimpering sound.

On the other side, there was a large alchemy furnace, and the fire was flashing in the furnace...

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "Boy, are you here to herd sheep again?"

Zhang Xuan scratched his head and said, "Yes, uncle, you lied to me yesterday. This place is obviously your home, but you still said it is not."

Jiang Zhe didn't deny it, and patted the chair next to him and said, "Come here and sit?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head: "I won't sit anymore, I'm not tired. Uncle, what are you doing?"

Jiang Zhe said: "Buy wine and refine alchemy."

"Cooking wine and making alchemy?" Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.

Jiang Zhe nodded.
Chapter completed!