Chapter 2
"Ah, don't run away!"
In a small courtyard surrounded by a simple wooden fence, Xiao Yan was running with her short legs, chasing a butterfly.
Lu Qing sat on a stone stump, holding a plant with small red flowers in his hand.
At this moment, in his vision, the plant with small red flowers was emitting a faint white glow, and two lines of text appeared on it.
*[Cowbone Grass: Average quality, can be used medicinally.]*
*[It seems to be quite effective for bone injuries, might be useful when injured.]*
After spending some time, Lu Qing barely understood what the text in front of him meant.
In simple terms, perhaps because of the transmigration, he had acquired a supernatural ability.
Currently, the main manifestation of this ability was that as long as he focused his gaze on an object for a certain period, the object would emit a glow and display a simple text description.
Moreover, the longer he stared, the more information he would obtain, but this information was not limitless; it seemed to follow a certain standard.Lu Qing temporarily guessed that this standard was related to the glow on the object.
Objects with a gray glow, no matter how long he looked, would only have one line of description.
Objects with a white glow would have more than two lines of description.
The Cowbone Grass he was holding was the only plant around the courtyard emitting a white glow.
What is this, a game interface?
Lu Qing recalled some map exploration games he occasionally played in his previous life.
Thinking about it, he beckoned, "Xiao Yan, come here."
"Brother, what's up?"
The little girl ran over eagerly.
"Brother wants to take a look at you."
Lu Qing removed the dead grass sticking to her head and focused his gaze on her face.
After a while, Xiao Yan's body emitted a faint white glow, and a line of text floated above her.
*[Lu Xiao Yan: A human child, female.]*
What a lousy description!
Several black lines appeared on Lu Qing's forehead.
But he continued to look.
After a while, another line of text appeared.
*[A pitiful human child, she seems to be somewhat malnourished.]*
Lu Qing paused and looked at the little girl's yellowish hair with a bit of sadness.
"Brother, have you finished looking?"
Xiao Yan looked up innocently.
"Yes, I have. When you grow up, Xiao Yan will be a great beauty."
Lu Qing patted the little girl's head affectionately.
Xiao Yan tilted her head, "What is a great beauty?"
"Haha, you'll know when you grow up."
Hearing the little girl's innocent words, Lu Qing's mood improved significantly.
No matter what the future holds, the most important thing now is to take good care of this little girl who depends on him.
This was also the greatest wish the original owner left before dying.
To live well in this unfamiliar world, he would have to rely on this inexplicable supernatural ability.
Thinking of this, Lu Qing picked up the Cowbone Grass and placed it in front of Xiao Yan.
"Xiao Yan, do you know what this plant is and what it's used for?"
Xiao Yan looked at the plant with small blue flowers, frowned in deep thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"I don't know, but Grandpa Zhang's big ox seems to like eating this grass."
Seeing Xiao Yan didn't know, Lu Qing laughed. He was being silly.
Even the original owner's memory had no information about Cowbone Grass. How could he expect a little child to know?
But Xiao Yan's next words surprised him.
"Brother, if you want to know what this grass is, you can ask Grandpa Chen. Grandpa Chen loves these flowers and plants. He also likes to make bitter water from them for us to drink."
At this point, Xiao Yan's face wrinkled as if she remembered something unpleasant.
Grandpa Chen?
Lu Qing recalled a kindly, thin old man respected by the villagers.
Oh, he was the old doctor respected by the villagers.
A doctor?
Lu Qing's heart moved.
According to the description, Cowbone Grass was undoubtedly a medicinal herb. He wondered if the old doctor knew how to use it.
"Xiao Yan, when brother was sick, did Grandpa Chen come over?"
"Yes, he did. Brother was always sleeping then. No matter how I called, you wouldn't wake up. I was scared and kept crying. Later, Grandpa Chen came and looked at you. He said you were sick, something about wind cold, and made bitter medicine for you. After drinking it, you woke up the next day."
Xiao Yan's eyes sparkled with admiration, "Grandpa Chen is amazing. Brother got better after drinking just one bowl of bitter water!"
Lu Qing fell silent.
Only he knew that the medicine Grandpa Chen prescribed didn't save the boy's life.
But he now remembered that during his unconscious period, he vaguely felt someone pouring something into him, giving his cold body a bit of warmth to protect his heart, helping him survive the difficult period of merging consciousness.
Otherwise, with his frail body, he might not have woken up smoothly.
So, this old doctor did indeed have real skills and had helped him.
As Lu Qing pondered, he felt a gaze on him. He looked down and saw Xiao Yan staring at him.
"What's wrong, Xiao Yan?"
"Brother, I'm hungry."
Lu Qing felt hungry too.
He hadn't eaten enough, and the half mantou he had earlier was long digested.
But earlier, he checked, and there was no food left in the house.
The rice jar was so clean even mice wouldn't visit. If not for Grandpa Zhang's help, Xiao Yan would have starved during his two-day coma.
Thinking of this, Lu Qing realized he needed to thank Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Chen. Without their care, the siblings might not have survived.
But now, the family was too poor, with nothing to offer as thanks.
First, he needed to find food. Gratitude could come later.
But where to find food?
Most of the family's fields had been sold by the original owner to bury his parents.
The remaining bit was neglected and barely yielded anything.
So, relying on the fields for food was out of the question.
Thinking for a while, Lu Qing went into the room where the original owner's parents lived and searched for a while. He finally found an iron needle and some hemp thread in a small box.
The iron needle was much thicker than embroidery needles from his previous life, looking quite sturdy.
Lu Qing took the needle, bent it into a hook using chopsticks, and twisted several hemp threads together to make a slightly thicker, sturdy thread, then tied it tightly to the hook.
Next, he cut a flexible bamboo from the thicket behind the house and tied the other end of the thread to it.
Finally, he tied a piece of dead wood to the thread above the hook.
A simple fishing rod was thus made by Lu Qing.
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