In the workplace for many years, Yang Xu dared not say he was versatile, but he could also get along with his superiors and subordinates. He took the initiative to go to the old, weak, women and children in Yangjiazhai, making jokes, talking about everything, and often a few words could make them laugh.

In just half a day, the elderly, weak, women and children in Yangjiazhai no longer regarded Yang Xu as an outsider, and they all took him heart and soul.

In the middle of the village, there is a large area of ​​relatively flat empty space, which is a place where villagers usually gather to discuss important matters.

The sun was warm in the afternoon. When Yang Xu passed by this empty venue, he saw a group of children chattering and playing. Not far away, a bunch of tucked trees were sloppy. Under the big tree where several people hugged each other, a short, thin, sloppy old man who could not tell the real age was lying on the mat, with a slight snoring sound from his mouth and nose, and he looked very sweet.

The old man's face was flushed, and there was a huge wine gourd on his side.

From a distance, you can smell the old man's smell of alcohol.

"The villagers in the village are so poor that they can't afford to eat. Where did this old man get the wine? What is his identity in this village?"

Yang Xu murmured in his heart, walked gently to the tree, and sat down on a small stone pier just outside the old man.

The moment he sat down, a leaf fell slowly. When he was half a foot away from the old man's face, he seemed to encounter an invisible air wall and slowly slid to the side.

Yang Xu did not pay attention to this scene. He was staring at the group of children playing happily in front of him, stunned and dazed.

I will probably live in this Yangjia Village for a while in the future?

If you can eat, dress well and live well, you can actually spend some time here, so you can treat it as a buffer period after traveling through time so that you can better observe and understand the world.

But such a life is not what I yearn for.

I have never been a quiet and indifferent person, and I am at ease with the circumstances. I have the sea of ​​stars in my heart. I want to go to a broader world and have a great achievement that I deserve in this life.

A figure as light as a cat, flew from far away and flew past Yang Xu, causing a gust of breeze, and "pulled" to kneel in front of the drunk and sleeping old man.

"Great grandpa, my mother's fever has not subsided, and her forehead is getting hotter today! Save her... Save her..."

The figure was a short and thin man in his early twenties. He looked anxious and his voice was sobbing, but he kept kowtowing to the old man.

Yang Xu saw the appearance of the short and thin man clearly, and then thought of the speed he had swept past like a gust of wind, and suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart.

Last night, Yang Fugui introduced some "celebrities" from Yangjiazhai to him. The image of this short and thin man in front of him was consistent with that Yang Dazhi who was good at flying eaves and walls.

According to Yang Fugui, Yang Dazhi's father died early and his mother was weak. He was infected with cold a few days ago and was bedridden at home.

Yang Dazhi is a filial son. He stayed in front of his mother's bed every day. Seeing that his mother was not getting better, he was anxious and very upset. He wanted to go to Jinyang City at the foot of the mountain to hire a husband, but he couldn't afford the medical expenses, so he had to endure it like this.

"The fever does not subside, and the forehead is hot... This is probably because the severe wind and cold causes high fever, right? The world I was in before, with developed medical conditions, and wind and cold is just a minor illness. But in the current poverty and backward ancient times, it is a fatal thing..."

When Yang Xu saw Yang Dazhi kneeling there and kowtow, he wondered in his heart whether the sloppy old man was still a doctor?

After a while, the sloppy old man moved his body, his eyes didn't open, and he just muttered: "Your mother is sick, I'm not a doctor, how can I save her? Go and find that little girl Hongyu and ask her to think of a way... Go and go, don't disturb me to sleep again..."

His mouth twitched a few times, turned his back to Yang Dazhi. After a short count of breaths, he started to snore again and went to sleep.

Yang Dazhi continued to kowtow and begged. Seeing that the sloppy old man had no reaction, he had to wipe his tears and get up to leave.

"Yang Dazhi?"
Chapter completed!