Through a thin wall, Meng Qi could hear the sound of water bubbling on the stove.

It was just dawn, and there were no voices on the streets.

This house was found for them yesterday by Ning Changyuan. The house was a bit dilapidated. The gaps on the walls were stuffed with grass and mud, and there was no burning the kang. The house was cold and cold.

There are no bedding, pillows and other items on the bed, so ordinary people will definitely not be able to sleep, so it doesn’t matter to Meng Qi.

Yesterday, as soon as he entered the room, he immediately nodded and said that this place was good.

——Only one bed.

The bed is not big, and there is still a piece of it missing at the foot of the bed, and it is tilted there and needs to be a brick.

It is barely possible to lie down two people, but these two people must not move, otherwise they will touch their arms and legs.

Because Mo Li forced Meng Qi to sleep, she was not allowed to practice cross-legged exercises like ordinary internal experts, using breathing regulation as sleep. The moment Meng Qi stepped into the door, she was thinking about the situation where he and the doctor were lying on the bed.

He was also prepared to persuade Mo Li to prevent him from sleeping on the ground and leaving the bed for him.

It turned out to be prepared in vain.

Mo Li naturally lies on the bed with her clothes in her clothes, just like when they were sleeping in the wild, so calm that they were not as close as they were getting together, but were several feet apart.

Meng Qi wanted to say something, but turned around and found that the person around him was already asleep.

People who practice internal skills breathe slowly and long, and their breath becomes even thinner after falling asleep. They can be ignored if they are not careful.

The result is that I want to talk, but I found that the person has left you to meet Duke Zhou—

Meng Qi thought strangely, maybe it was not Zhou Gong, but Shan Ling.

In ancient fu, there are often sentences of wandering in Taixu and meeting mountain ghosts. So even if people sleep next to them, God knows who they are traveling with in their dreams, chatting and laughing!

Thinking of this, Meng Qi almost woke up.

While thinking about the tree in Silang Mountain, he quietly approached Mo Li.

After leaving Silang Mountain, the soft and clear breath of Moli, which became clear and spring-like, became obvious again. This breath can soothe all chaotic moods, making people feel as if they were immersed in the slightly cool pool water, and forgetting the world.

The bed is too broken and will creak with a slight movement.

Meng Qi had done his best to prevent the bed from making noise.

He thought he would not be able to sleep, but at some point he closed his eyes at some point. When he opened it, he heard the sound of boiling water from the stove outside the wall.

Someone was digging wells in the distance, and there was a young couple whispering through two houses, while the child was humming and crying.

Everything became fresh and as the bubbles rolled away from the water on the stove were heard, many sounds were heard.

The people around him were gone, and Meng Qi could feel that the person had not walked away and sat under the eaves outside the house, so he was not in a hurry and just lay on the bed and listened.

——It seems that I haven’t heard these sounds for a long time.

The morning when the market gradually woke up, the voices were gradually filled with people and the various markets. He seemed to have watched them for many years, but he forgot them for some reason.

"Doctor, you got up so early?"

"Qiuhong?" Mo Li's tone was gentle, "You are weak and the well water is too cold, so it's better to do laundry until noon."

"...After all, it's the Chinese New Year, I want to wash it clean. I've been running around a few days ago. The doctor said that, so I'll just stole the laziness for another half a day." Qiu Hong's voice closer, and she asked, "It smells so good, is this cooking bean porridge?"

"Well, the beans that have been soaked overnight are now boiling."

"There is not enough firewood?" Qiu Hong said worriedly, "I'm afraid it won't work if the bean porridge is not cooked for long enough."

Mo Li just laughed, not saying that martial arts masters are never afraid of losing firewood.

Qiuhong left, and he was another person who got up early to lift the well water.

"Oh, is this room living? Did Principal Ning bring it back?"

"Stay for a few days and you will leave in a while." Mo Li responded with a good temper, not ignoring the other party because he had never met him.

"It's okay, it seems that he is the one who takes care of Ning Daozheng's business."

The speaker had a very thick voice. He smiled and said, "The person who takes Luyan either has a skill or has a relative to him. If you want me to tell me, I can't starve to death by the craftsmen in the wilderness, I'm so envious!"

Mo Li avoided talking about himself and just said, "This place is not bad."

"No, except for poverty, there are no shortcomings!"

The man left with a laugh.

The bean porridge on the stove was still bubbling, and the fragrance slowly floated in.

There is no fragrance of rice, only beans.

Meng Qi subconsciously touched his stomach, as if he was a little hungry.

He sat up slowly, his hair was still loose and his clothes were not well worn.

Mo Li could naturally hear the movements in the house. He asked through the door: "Are you awake?"

"I didn't expect the doctor to cook." Meng Qi's fingers moved, unable to wait.

"I can't cook some beans in the stove."

Mo Li's words are really not humble. As a human being, he has lived in the world for less than twenty years.

To study and learn history, to learn the art of Qi Huang, and to learn martial arts. Where can I get the time to learn cooking? Mr. Qin has never taught him this. If you can cook things, you can't starve to death. You have to cook medicine, but Mo Li is good at this.

Meng Qi walked to the window, because it was too tight, he could only see a vague figure.

"Why do you think of making bean porridge?"

"It's not bean porridge. I borrowed a nearby stone mill and ground the beans out of slurry. I boiled them to make medicine for you." Mo Li held a broken fan in his hand and made it look like it, and the fire on the stove was very strong.

Meng Qi was stunned when he heard this, and pushed open the door with his hair disheveled, facing the black carp sitting under the eaves, without blowing the stove.

Mo Li was calm and didn't look like she was working early, and she was so leisurely that she was just a book in her hand.

There is a clay pot on the stove, and the soy milk inside is even more powerful.

"How can this cure the disease?" Meng Qi lowered his head curiously.

“…can detoxify.”

Mo Li paused, and before Meng Qi could react, he quickly said, "It's still possible to help and detoxify. Even if you forget it, the taste is not bad anyway, the price is cheap, and there are still half a bag in the corner, which is enough for us to eat for three days."

“…”

Is this the only drink for three days?

Meng Qi couldn't help but stare at Mo Li, and even the farmers could be dizzy when hungry.

"Oh, I can also make tofu." Mo Li said with his head turned around.

“This is almost the same…”

Before Meng Qi finished muttering, Mo Li suddenly asked, "No, you often don't eat anything, and you haven't seen you starve to death. Now there is something to eat, but do you think there is too little?"

Meng Qi wanted to say that when he was a national teacher, he had seen many delicious dishes. He must have eaten all the restaurants in Taijing, but he did nothing and waited to serve the bowl. Secondly, the doctor could not offend him. After he agreed to follow the doctor's instructions, Meng Qi closed his mouth rationally.

"Hey hey, whose wife is this? She is so beautiful?"

A noisy voice suddenly appeared, and both of them were shocked.

I saw an old woman with gray hair squinted her eyes and looked here.

“…”

Mo Li and Meng Qi subconsciously looked around and left and right, except for them, there was no one else.

Where did you come from a beautiful wife?

Mo Li suddenly found that Meng Qi's hair was spreading, and the old woman's eyes were not good. She probably could only look at the outline of the person.

The people on the street were shouted by the old woman and looked over. Someone who loved watching the fun pushed the window and looked here.

Doctor Mo, who held the fan and didn't know if he should block Meng Qi's face: "..."

Meng Qi didn't realize that the problem was him.

The old woman came up tremblingly, putting her wrinkled hands on Meng Qi's arm, and kept persuading: "Madam, this world is very chaotic, and it will be a disaster for her to be beautiful."

“…”

Meng Qi realized it later and then touched his face in shock. He didn't look like a woman!

"Is this your husband?" The old woman turned her head and looked at the Mo Li.

Doctor Mo, who was determined to watch the fun, was stunned.

"Get some ash and wipe your wife's face. You must live a good life!" The old woman patted Meng Qi's back of her hand and muttered sadly, "I have a daughter who is as old as you, and she got separated when she escaped. She is beautiful, tall, and has a good skin like this soy milk."

The two of them looked at the soy milk silently, quite white.

Because of the lack of the internal strength of the moli, the soy milk in the clay pot is no longer so boiling.

"...I hope she didn't meet a bad person." The old woman said, and tears came down.

Meng Qi wanted to speak, but suddenly realized that his voice was wrong.

He was afraid that he would scare the old woman, and he could not shake the other person's hand away, so he could only stay there.
To be continued...