It’s not that there are no medicines for internal injuries in the stockade, but the lack of material on the mountain has caused these medicines to be more refined, and the Uncle Yun in Feier’s mouth, although he is also a thief, has been trained by the craftsmanship of a monk. You can rob when you go down the mountain, and you can heal illness when you go up the mountain!
This can be regarded as the kind of person with prestige in the cottage, and when this kind of person is still only one in the village, it becomes even more exquisite.
Of course, Wu Zheng doesn't know how the medical skills of being a monk halfway through. Anyway, I heard Feier said that it seemed okay. But anyway, ordinary bandits like Erdan Dad, if you go to find someone to heal your injuries, would you be embarrassed to go if you don't get a hand letter
The stockade is already poor. A family like Erdan and his dad who can’t even be regarded as a small boss is a poor family. As an old poor man in order to support his son and wife, he is naturally If you can take one bite less, you can take one bite less. If you can resist past diseases, you will never take medicine. If you can find medicine for yourself, you will never go to the doctor.
After Wu Zheng and Song Feier returned to the stockade, they separated. Song Feier was going to find that Uncle Yun, while Wu Zheng was thinking about the deer meat that he didn't finish last night!
Hearing Xianger said that there are white noodles at home, Wu Zheng plans to make them a meal of dumplings stuffed with deer meat today.
When passing by the school, the fellows of Tian Lao Er were hung there. It was cooler than the night in the autumn. Last night, he asked Xiang'er to add a quilt to him. I don’t know how many of these guys can survive. , I saw none of them die today.
Even if the second Tian's clothes had been smashed by the whip, and the blood was covered with a thick layer of scabs, when he saw him at this moment, this guy still had the strength to stare at him.
Could it be that the lives of people in this world are so hard that they can't die after being beaten up and hanging up and frozen overnight? If this is the case, then the second egg may not die.
But having said that, because of the bet with Zhao Yi before, I was worried that he would not be too poor. Now that there is something like Tian Lao Er, he will have to take a knife even if he can bear it!
I hope he doesn’t come so quickly, and give himself three more days, three days will be fine...
When she got home, Xianger's girl was sitting at the table again, holding her cheeks in her hands and guarding the breakfast on the table in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking, and she immediately stood up when she saw herself going out at the door, and complained, "Uncle, what are you doing? I just came back, miss! Why didn't she come back with you?"
"She went to find Uncle Yun."
"Uncle Yun? Is Miss sick?"
"It's not that your lady is sick, but the second egg and his father was injured yesterday. By the way, why is your girl sitting here waiting for me to come back, all the work at home is done?"
Xiang'er said: "Uncle, you don't have to look at when it's already. You've already finished your work. Until yesterday, your uncle said that you would not forget about making dumplings today!"
Wu Zheng smiled slightly, this girl didn't know it was greedy! Or was it because I ate three people's meal by myself yesterday, and I didn't have a stomach to pretend to be barbecued and I was worried about it, or maybe it's both!
"I didn't forget, but you and he must wait for me to eat breakfast!"
Wu Zheng sat down and took a sip of the white porridge on the table. The steaming white porridge immediately dissipated the morning chill, making Wu Zheng shocked.
Then Wu Zheng said again: "Have you really seen dumplings, Xianger?"
Xiang'er shook her head and said, "Isn't the lady never seen?"
Wu Zheng thought about this dumpling as if it had existed during the Han Dynasty. At that time, the history of the world had not been changed. There is no reason why you don't know what dumplings are when you come to Xianger!
So he said, "What about wontons?"
Xianger said: "Is the dumplings my uncle said are wontons?"
"Yes, crescent-shaped wontons."
"Crescent-shaped wontons? This Xianger has heard of wontons in the food in Guanzhong, but Xianger has never seen it."
"It's okay, Grandpa, I'll pack it for you tonight."
"At night? Can't Grandpa do it at noon?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "It's too late for noon! Because we have to find some condiments for making dumplings, such as green onions! Ginger or something."
"This Xianger knows that it's in the vegetable garden in our stockade."
"Do we still grow vegetables in the village?"
"Of course! Not only grow vegetables but also grow food... (End of this chapter)