Chapter 53 Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain
Qingyun: "..."
Every time Song Wenqian used this to talk about something, he happened to pinch her pulse, and he pinched it accurately.
Yes, she studies less and can't speak louder than the old man. Studying less and studying more is all about learning, and you can't escape anyway. Study less and the painful time will be prolonged. Study more and the painful time will be shortened.
Therefore, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!
Qingyun could only think so.
"'Lanhua came back today from collecting herbs to treat trauma and fever. You go and help pound the medicine, pound it into an ointment and put it in a bamboo jar. Only you can do the physical work."
Song Wenqian said no more and waved her hand to drive her to do things. She was simple-minded and had brute strength, so she was only suitable for those rough jobs.
"She also knows herbal medicine? This girl is amazing!" Qingyun praised with admiration, rubbed his wrist, and walked towards Old Man Li's family.
She has no problem doing physical work.
"No need, young master, our family can handle this work."
Old Man Li naturally heard what Mr. Song said and hurriedly waved his hands to refuse. Mr. Song can instruct the young master to work, but their family can't do it.
Old Man Li was already pounding the medicine. The medicine trough was a bamboo pole split in two, and the medicine hammer was a wooden stick with a thick wrist.
There are already mashed herbs in the medicine trough, which are green and mushy. You can also see the branches and leaves that have not been mashed mixed in, and a medicinal smell comes out.
"This is a laborious and time-consuming task. You don't have to sleep when you finish the work. We have to leave early tomorrow morning and everyone must sleep well tonight. I am very strong and pounding medicine is best for me. Finish it early and go to bed early. You should be sure
It’s so noisy that I can’t even sleep!”
Old Man Li was speechless with the refusal at the tip of his tongue. Pouring the medicine was a laborious task, and the medicine trough was made of bamboo poles, so it was unavoidable that the sound would be loud.
Qingyun took over the job of making medicine and sat down on the spot. Anyway, her robe was in disgrace, so there was nothing to be particular about.
"Where is Uncle Li's family from? Are there many people who escaped?" I was bored and saw that old man Li was very restrained. Qingyun pulled him to chat.
"My hometown is in Yunzhou. When the drought first started, people in the village didn't take it seriously. There is a big pool in the mountain behind our village. When there were droughts in the past few years, the water in the pool never dried up..."
Never done it before? Could it be that the pool is connected to the underground river?
"What happened next?" Qingyun asked.
"After a month of drought, the village chief discovered that the water in the pool changed day by day. Two months later, half of the water had fallen, and the villagers began to worry. The village chief sent people outside to inquire about the situation. He heard that there were riots in many places.
The drought is causing a lot of trouble."
"There are people fleeing the famine one after another on the road, bringing their families with them. The village chief sent people to inquire, and heard that there has been no rain in their area for four or five months. The ponds have dried up, the rivers have dried up, and the well water has also dried up.
After doing this, he dragged his family and fled."
"The visionary people in the village suggested that they should flee. A few people agreed, but most were unwilling to leave. They said there was water in the pool. Maybe after a month or so, the situation would improve or it would rain."
Qingyun understands that escaping from famine in ancient times was not easy, and one could accidentally die on the way. If one can survive with water and food at home, he will definitely not want to leave. Ancient people pay attention to fallen leaves returning to their roots.
"Our family was the first to come out. We came out with the village chief's sons and several families in the village. We were separated halfway." Old Man Li sighed. He didn't know what happened to the people in the village or whether they survived.
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There are few people who are as lucky as their family and survive by meeting noble people.
If they hadn't met the young master, their family of three would have died in the ruined temple.
Chapter completed!