What happened at home?

Ye Qin's heart tightened, and he quickly pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard, walked quickly through the yard, and came to the door of the thatched earthen house. The thatched earthen house was very old, and even the mud walls were cracked and thin cracks. There were only a few benches and seats in the house. There were also iron fork hunting bows and several old animal skins hanging on the wall, but it was cleaned very clean, with no odor except for the smell of herbs.

On the bed was a very familiar man, covered with thick old animal skin, and coughing constantly. A woman was full of sorrow and was burning a small pot of herbs in the house. There were also two children over teenagers sitting on the wooden bench with their chins on the side.

Ye Qin stood at the door with a package on his back, staring blankly at his gray-haired parents. Once upon a time, his father took him up the mountain to hunt. His agile and keen skills were the hunter he envied the most, but now he was already sick and had no strength to get out of bed.

His eyes were slightly red and he opened his lips tremblingly: "Dad, mom!"

The woman heard the familiar and unfamiliar cry, her hands trembled, and looked back in disbelief, looking at Ye Qin, "Qin'er, is Qin'er back?" She stood up, wanted to see clearly, and shook for a moment, and almost fell.

"Mom, the baby is back!"

Ye Qin's eyes felt sour, and he was blurred by tears. He walked over quickly and helped his excited mother sit down. The mother excitedly held his arm, stroked his slightly thin face, and looked carefully, "Our eldest son is back!"

Dad Ye was lying on the bed. He heard Ye Qin's mother's call and looked excited, but he couldn't sit up. He choked up and finally calmed down and muttered in a low voice, "It's good if you can come back alive."

Ye Qin then went to the bedside and checked his father's injuries. He found that he was bitten by a wild wolf. Looking at the wound, it should have been more than ten days since he applied some herbs.

After seeing the injury clearly, he felt relieved. It was only the injury to the flesh, not the muscles and bones. He could be completely cured after several months of cultivation. However, the herbs that were being tortured in the pot were obviously not good, and the medicinal properties were too weak. He had to use the medicine he carried with him.

Ye Qin quickly replaced the herbs and rags applied to his father's legs, washed them clean water, took out a small bottle of medicine, poured some special healing medicines from the herbs on the wound, and bandaged them with a new strip of cloth again.

The two children, who were over teenagers, looked at him curiously.

Ye Qin smiled bitterly. When he left home, his younger brother and sister were only a few years old and now he could not recognize him. He took out some gadgets such as candy and candied haws from the package and gave them the opportunity to play with them.

Ye Qin then sat by the bed and started chatting with his father and mother. He didn't say much about his experience in the past few years, but just briefly said that he is working in a big family in the county town.

Ye’s father’s face was a little yellow. When he heard that only he and Daniu came back, he coughed a few times: “The rules passed down from generation to generation in our mountains are like birds leaving their nests and arrows shooting. They cannot come back before they get married. Qin’er, have you ever married?"

Ye Qin lowered his head and shook it, "Not Ever"

Ye’s father: “Have you ever established a career?”

Ye Qin's head lowered even lower, "never"

Ye’s father said angrily: “Since you have never married a wife and started a career, why are you going back? The rules of your ancestors cannot be broken. At night, you go to the ancestral hall to kneel down and apologize to your ancestors.”

Ye’s mother hurriedly said, “The child’s father, Qin’er just came back, why do you say all this?”

Ye’s father said seriously: “Is there any mistake in the rules left by ancestors for generations? How many people can be supported by the poor mountains and rivers of our old ditch? Isn’t it better to live outside than in our old ditch?”

Ye Qin lowered his head, without saying a word, and his nose felt sore: "Yes, I know. I have been learning art in the county town over the years, and have learned a few tricks, and I have achieved a little success. In a few days, I may have to go to the capital of Pingzhou. It will be difficult to come back in the future, so I came back to pay my respects to my parents and didn't dare to stay at home for a long time."

When Ye Qin heard that he would leave soon, Ye’s father choked in his throat and didn’t say anything else.

Leaving this matter aside, Ye Qin asked about the injury on his father's leg, what happened.

Ye’s mother hurriedly said, “A few days ago, your father went up the mountain and was chased by a few coyotes. He accidentally injured his leg. Fortunately, a few uncles and uncles were there and rescued your father back. It was nothing serious. But this herb was hard to find, and my mother couldn’t go up the mountain, so the injury was dragged on. You can thank the uncles first tonight.”

Ye Qin nodded.

Ye Qin came back rarely, and Ye’s mother happily made a fire and cooked some bacon that Ye Qin brought back from the county town to make brown rice porridge. The family gathered together for a reunion dinner. Ye Qin crushed a dew pill and sprinkled it on the food while they were not paying attention. The dew pill is a pill for cultivating immortals, and it has the effect of curing diseases and prolonging life for mortals, making people energetic and energetic. At least it can make the family live a safe and sound life without illness.

After dinner, he threw a dew-sinking pill into the only well in the village, which was also a reward for his fellow villagers. Then he visited the village door to visit the uncles and uncles in the village.

The villagers were extremely happy and enthusiastic. They knew that Ye Qin had learned art in the county and even wanted to marry his daughter to Ye Qin. Some 15 or 16-year-old girls in the village looked at Ye Qin at the door, shy and blushing. Although Ye Qin's appearance was ordinary, he was considered simple and elegant in this village, and he was one of the rare young men who were quite handsome.

Ye Qin was so amused that he thanked his uncles in each room and politely declined these things.

That night, he knelt in the Ye family's ancestral hall wearing a thick old cotton jacket sent by his mother to show his mistakes. For him, kneeling for one night was nothing.

He was fortunate to see once again an autobiography book dedicated to the Ye Family Ancestral Hall was enshrined in wooden boxes - a book passed down to his descendants by a scholar from the Ye Family ten generations ago.

This book is covered in dust and rotten. Now there are few people in the village who can understand it.

The book records some simple things, which can be seen barely clearly: Ten generations ago, the Ye family was once a civilian family in Zhuqi County. Later, in order to avoid the disaster of military disaster, they fled to this poor and remote place with dozens of other civilians to live. After suffering, the scholarly ancestor left a book to warn the descendants of the Ye family to stay safe in this poor countryside. If the descendants of the future generations leave their hometowns, they must be at peace and comply with the officials, not fight with the soldiers, follow the will of heaven, and live with a low profile.

After reading it, Ye Qin closed the book, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and sighed slightly in his heart.

How can you live without fighting or fighting in this world?

Ten generations ago, there were war disasters in Zhuqi County. Ten generations later, there was a gang chaos in Zhuqi County. Where could there be an end? In the chaotic times, there was a peaceful place? Fortunately, this village is located in a remote mountainous area. Although it is poor, at least no soldiers and bandits or people from the world come here, and it can barely be considered a safe place.

Although he thought about this, he was thinking about the long-term plan to allow the Ye family and this small mountain village to survive in this world.

Ye Qin thought about it for a long time. This long-term plan is nothing more than the two ways of civil and military. Literature can increase wisdom, and martial arts can strengthen one's body.

He took a knife, found a hard rock from the mountains outside, and cut it into a stone book that is one foot long and two inches thick. He carved small characters of mosquitoes and flies on the stone, wrote it quickly, and left it in the ancestral hall to commemorate it to future generations.

He originally wanted to engrave a complete volume of the "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra", but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't take action. I don't know how dangerous the path to immortality is than that of the secular mortals. Leaving a post about the unpredictable fortune of the martial arts is not necessarily a blessing for the descendants of the Ye family. It's better to let everything go with its own nature.
Chapter completed!