Those people stopped about ten meters in front of Zhao Hai. One of the old men with a bow and arrow looked at the soul on Zhao Hai's head and his expression relaxed. He cupped his fists at Zhao Hai and said, " "May I ask why this great botanist has come to the small village? Do you have any orders?"

Zhao Hai cupped his fists at the old man and said, " please, old man. I'm a travelling botanist. I've been observing the plants in the forest for the past few days, but I got lost and ran here. I just want to stay in the village for a while, find some food, and ask where this place is. I don't mean anything else. &Quot;

Hearing Zhao Hai's words, the old man's expression finally relaxed completely. He waved his hand, and the villagers immediately put away their bows and arrows. The old man then bowed to Zhao Hai and said, " &Quot; please forgive us, Lord botanist. Our village has been attacked frequently recently, so we are a little nervous. It is not directed at you, Lord. Please do not blame us. &Quot;

Zhao Hai quickly shook his head and said, " it's alright. I've taken the liberty to disturb you. Old man, can I go into the village to sell some food and stay for a night? please don't worry. I'll pay for it. &Quot;

The old man immediately laughed and said, " my Lord, you must be joking. Our village can't even invite someone like you. Why would we take your money? my Lord, please follow me. &Quot; After saying that, he moved aside and made an inviting gesture.

After thanking the old man, Zhao Hai followed him into the village. The old man invited Zhao Hai to his home. The two young men followed him back to his home. After the old man introduced them, Zhao Hai learned that the two young men were Zhao Hai's sons and were famous hunters in the village.

The old man's house was very large and consisted of three rows of wooden houses. One row was the main house with a living room and kitchen. There were two side rooms on both sides, which were where the old man's two sons lived. Outside, there was a tool room and a utility room.

The old man invited Zhao Hai to the living room. His wife was a very neat old lady. The moment she saw Zhao Hai, she immediately went to boil water and make tea. Zhao Hai said that he didn't need to do it, but the old lady was still stubborn. Zhao Hai had no choice but to wait in the living room with the old woman.

After a while, the old lady brought a pot of tea to Zhao Hai and the others. However, the tea in the pot was not the tea that was sold outside. Instead, it was made from the leaves of a tree in the nearby mountains. The leaves of this tree could be used as tea, and the people in the village had drunk this for generations.

Zhao Hai took a sip. It tasted a little bitter, but it was a good thing. After drinking a cup of tea, Zhao Hai said to the old man, " "Old man, don't you have a scholar to teach in your village? If he really was attacked, why didn't the scholar deal with him?"

The old man said in a deep voice, " our village has a scholar. He is my youngest son. Although he is a scholar, he is not very talented. So after studying in the Academy for a few years, he came home and taught the children in the village. We don't know what attacked the village this time. My youngest son tried a few times but failed to catch it. In the end, he had to go to the academy in the city for help, so he is not in the village. &Quot; (To be continued.) &Quot; if you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian.com to give your recommendation and monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read on M.Qidian.com.)

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