The child shook his head and said, "That is the place where Daguo Shi and his wife lived. The chief dare not live there. He lives in the big yurt over there. Don't go over there or you will be caught by someone. Big shackles, lock yourself in the sun, don’t think it’s fun, I tell you it’s deadly."
"Thank you, little guy, but today the national teacher and his wife gave me a leave. I can walk around without work today."
Although this little guy didn’t understand what a holiday meant, he heard Wu Zheng say that he didn’t need to work, so he said with envious expression: "Guo Shi, his wife is really a good man, and he actually gave you a holiday. If I can become His slave is just fine, so I can go back and take care of my mother during the holiday."
"Your mother? Your mother is sick?"
The child nodded sadly, and said, "She is dying, but I have to feed the headman and can't go back to see her."
"It turned out to be so, then you tell me where your home is, and I will visit him for you. I don't have to work today anyway."
"Really?" the little boy asked suddenly excitedly.
"Of course it's true, tell you I'm actually a doctor."
"What is a doctor?"
"The doctor is the one who sees and treats people! My medical skills are improved. Zeng Jin has cured a lot of people in a place called Yuzhou."
"Really? That's great. My family lives in the third yurt over there. It's easy to recognize. The door of the yurt is made of wild grass. There is only the door of my yurt."
Wu Zheng nodded and walked towards the little boy’s house. Along the way, he also ran into some Tuyuhun people. They either hid in the shade and caught lice, or a few people gathered around to play with sheep’s finger bones. It looked like a similar thing. Games like Yu Doudizhu are just a few people taking turns, and the purpose is the same as Doudizhu's to kill time.
When they walked past them, they didn't even look at themselves, they completely regarded themselves as air, to the point that a few shirtless men with knives in their waists glanced at themselves, with vigilance and curiosity in their eyes. Look.
It can be seen that these people are all samurai, including the guys who slumped on the ground and caught lice. Although they look like smokers, their strong muscles and stab wounds on their bodies can't deceive people. The difference is these few. A person with a knife should be the head guard.
They ignored Wu Zheng, and Wu Zheng ignored them, and went straight to the yurt of the little boy's house. They were indeed easy to recognize. The surrounding yurt doors were either sheepskin or wooden boards, except that the door of their house was a straw mat.
As soon as Wu Zheng opened the straw mat, the stench that made him feel nauseous suddenly floated out, almost not making Wu Zheng smoke a big somersault.
But Wu Zheng took a bite and walked in. The light in the yurt was very dark, because there was no window, only a beam of light from the roof came down, and it fell on the grass as big as the foot basin. Wu Zheng wanted to take advantage of this light to see You have to wait a while to clear the things in this yurt, and you can see clearly when your eyes adjust.
"Are you coming back? Why come back so early today? Isn't it lazy?"
"Are you a fucking mother?"
Wu Zheng looked at the sound, and saw a pile of hay in the corner of the yurt. On the hay was a woman who had sunken binoculars. The cheekbones on her face were high and her lips were pale. The same as dug out from the grave.
That little guy was right, his mother was indeed dying.
"You...who are you?" There was a look of horror in the woman's eyes.
Wu Zheng said: "Don't be afraid that I am not a bad person. I met your son on the road. He said that you were sick and asked me to come back and see you for him."
"You... Are you from Zhou?"
"Yes, I am still a doctor. Have you heard of Huang Xing? He is my master."
The woman shook her head. It seems that Master's other family is not as famous as Hu Minglou said! No one knew his name.
Wu Zheng squatted down and grabbed the woman's hand to signal her pulse, and found that the situation was not as bad as he thought, but was just caught in the wind and cold. The reason why it looks so terrifying should be caused by malnutrition.
"It's not a serious illness, it's just some cold." After saying that Wu Zheng subconsciously wanted to touch his silver needle in his sleeve, but when he saw that his clothes had been changed, his previous things must have been taken away. A fine light.
So Wu Zheng took a look in the yurt, and finally fixed his gaze on... (End of this chapter)