“Oh no, don’t run!”
In the small courtyard enclosed by a simple wooden fence, Little Yan was chasing a butterfly with her short legs.
Lu Qing sat on a stone stool, holding a plant with small red flowers and examining it.
At this moment, in his field of vision, the plant with small red flowers was emitting a faint white glow, with two lines of text appearing above it.
【Ox Bone Grass: General quality, medicinal.】
【It seems to have quite an effect on bone injuries; it might be useful when injured.】
After some time, Lu Qing barely managed to understand what the text in front of him was all about.
Simply put, perhaps due to his Transmigration, he had gained a Supernatural Ability.
Currently, the main manifestation of this Supernatural Ability was that as long as he focused his gaze on an item, after a certain period, the item would emit a layer of light and a simple text description.
Moreover, the longer his gaze lingered, the more information he would acquire, but this information was not limitless; it seemed to have a certain standard.
Lu Qing temporarily guessed that this standard should be related to the light emitted by the item.
Items with gray light only had one line of description, no matter how long he looked at them.
Items with white light had two or more lines of description.
The Ox Bone Grass Lu Qing held in his hand was the only plant he found around the small courtyard that emitted white light.
What was this, a game interface?
Lu Qing recalled some map-running games he occasionally played in his previous life.
After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand: “Little Yan, come here.”
“Brother, what’s wrong?”
The Little Fellow scurried over.
“Brother wants to look at you.”
Lu Qing helped remove the dry grass stuck to the Little Fellow’s head and focused his gaze on her face.
After a while, Lu Xiaoyan’s body emitted a faint white glow, and a line of text appeared above her.
【Lu Xiaoyan: A human infant, female.】
What kind of terrible description is this?!
Lu Qing’s head was filled with black lines.
However, he continued to look.
After another moment, another line of text appeared.
【Poor human infant, she seems a bit malnourished.】
Lu Qing paused. He looked at the Little Fellow’s withered yellow hair and felt a little silent.
“Brother, are you done looking?”
Little Yan looked up and asked innocently.
“Yes, I’m done. Little Yan will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up.”
Lu Qing rubbed the Little Fellow’s hair, speaking with a touch of pity.
Little Yan tilted her head: “What’s a great beauty?”
“Haha, you’ll know when you grow up.”
Hearing the Little Fellow’s innocent words, Lu Qing’s mood also improved considerably.
Regardless of the future, the most important thing right now was to take good care of this Little Fellow, on whom he depended.
This was also the biggest obsession left by the original owner before his death.
And to live well in this unfamiliar world, he had no choice but to rely on this Supernatural Ability he inexplicably possessed.
Thinking of this, Lu Qing picked up the Ox Bone Grass and placed it in front of Little Yan.
“Little Yan, do you know what this grass is and what it’s for?”
Little Yan looked at the plant with small blue flowers, furrowed her little brows, thought hard for a moment, and then shook her head.
“I don’t know, but Grandpa Zhang’s big ox seems to really like eating this kind of grass.”
Seeing that Little Yan didn’t know, Lu Qing chuckled; he was also confused.
Even the original owner’s memory had no information about Ox Bone Grass, yet he expected a child of only a few years old to know.
However, Little Yan’s next sentence made him pause.
“Brother, if you want to know what kind of grass this is, you can go ask Grandpa Chen! Grandpa Chen loves these flowers and plants the most, and he also likes to boil them into bitter water for us to drink.”
At this point, Little Yan didn’t know what she thought of, and her entire little face wrinkled up.
Grandpa Chen?
Lu Qing recalled in his memory, and soon, the image of a kind-faced, thin Old Doctor appeared in his mind.
Oh, it was that Old Doctor revered by the villagers.
Doctor?
Lu Qing’s heart stirred.
According to the description, Ox Bone Grass was undoubtedly a medicinal herb. He wondered if Old Doctor Chen knew how to use it.
“Little Yan, when Brother was sick, did Grandpa Chen come?”
“He came! Brother was sleeping all the time then, and no matter how much Little Yan called you, you wouldn’t wake up. I was scared, so I kept crying. Later, Grandpa Chen came, and after looking at Brother, he said you were sick, something about a cold. He boiled bitter medicine water for Brother, and after you drank it, Brother woke up a day later.”
Little Yan suddenly exclaimed at this point: “Grandpa Chen is amazing! Brother only drank one bowl of bitter water and got better!”
Lu Qing was silent.
Only he knew that the medicine prescribed by Old Doctor Chen had not saved the young man’s life.
However, he now remembered that when he was unconscious, he did vaguely feel that someone had poured something into him, which gave his cold body a hint of warmth to protect his heart and allowed him to endure that difficult period of consciousness Fusion.
Otherwise, with his weak body, it was uncertain if he would have woken up successfully.
In that case, this Old Doctor Chen indeed had real skill and had shown him kindness.
Lu Qing was pondering when he suddenly felt a gaze. He looked down and saw Little Yan looking at him.
“What’s wrong, Little Yan?”
“Brother, Little Yan is hungry.”
Lu Qing also felt hungry.
He hadn’t eaten enough in the first place, and the half-steamed bun he had eaten earlier had long since been digested.
However, he had checked earlier, and there was no food left in the house.
The rice jar was so clean that even mice wouldn’t bother to visit. If it weren’t for Grandpa Zhang’s help, Little Yan would probably have starved during the two days he was unconscious.
Thinking of this, Lu Qing remembered that he should thank Grandpa Zhang and Old Doctor Chen. Without their care, the two siblings might not have survived.
But the family was indeed too poor now; it was bare and empty, without even a small gift of thanks to offer.
It was better to find a way to fill their stomachs first; the thanks could wait.
It’s just, where could he get food?
Most of the family’s land had been sold by the original owner to bury his parents.
The little that remained had been neglected, yielding almost no harvest.
So, hoping to find food in the fields was temporarily out of the question.
Distant water couldn’t quench a nearby fire. If he planted now, it would be too late. Before the crops grew, the siblings would starve to death.
After pondering for a while, Lu Qing went into the room where the original owner’s parents lived, rummaged for a bit, and finally found an iron needle and some hemp thread in a small box.
The iron needle was much thicker than the embroidery needles of his previous life, looking quite sturdy.
Lu Qing took out the iron needle, first heated it with fire a few times, then pressed it with wooden chopsticks to bend it into a hook shape. He then took out several hemp threads, carefully twisted them into a slightly thicker, tough hemp thread, and tied the iron hook tightly.
Next, he cut a tough bamboo pole from the bamboo grove behind the house and tied the other end of the hemp thread to it.
Finally, he tied a section of dry wood to the hemp thread a bit above the iron hook, using it as a float.
A simple fishing rod was thus made by Lu Qing.
