When Li Chongrun was woken up by a burst of shouting, he found that Gongsun Lan was no longer in the car.
Something was being shouted outside, but it was in dialect, and Li Chongrun couldn't quite understand it.
After getting off the donkey cart, Li Chongrun saw several men dressed as porters who saluted him, put away their weapons and retreated. A little boy with a short hair on the side of the road, holding a puppy in his hand, was fucking
He shouted something to himself in a dialect.
A very thin dog with long hair on its ears was beside him, protecting him closely.
"what happened?"
Li Chongrun had just arrived in Yangzhou, and he still had a headache because the dialect here was really difficult to understand. But fortunately, the governor and Ruiniang both understood it, so they translated it with Li Chongrun and said that the young man wanted to sacrifice a dog, so he only needed to bring one of his
The little girl can just go to the front to get a diagnosis.
Li Chongrun happened to be a doctor, so he didn't have to go to the village in front of him.
After ruling out all the frightening infectious diseases, Li Chongrun concluded that the little girl probably had dysentery.
Nowadays, this disease can only be solved by taking an anti-inflammatory drug such as levooxygen. But in the Tang Dynasty, which lacks medical treatment and medicine and has no concept of hygiene at all, it is really troublesome.
The little girl with dysentery was carried in a donkey cart, and the group of people slowly walked towards the village ahead.
Ah Huang was still selling his dog to Li Chongrun enthusiastically, but Li Chongrun was attracted by the wooden sign that Ah Huang was carrying.
"This little brother, what brand are you carrying?"
Ah Huang was illiterate and had never met anyone who could read, so he always thought that this sign was someone else's memorial tablet for the old monk.
Li Chongrun took the wooden plaque and looked at it. The bloody words "Here are the remnants of the Tiantai Sect's destruction of the Lu Sect" did not seem to be written with lacquer or pen and ink.
“Where did this brand come from?”
Ah Huang seemed to like talking very much. Li Chongrun just asked casually, and Ah Huang told his story like he was pouring beans through a bamboo tube.
"This is not a tablet, it is evidence that they killed your master."
"Aren't you sad?" Gongsun Lan was so moved that she burst into tears when she thought of her own experience. However, she saw that Ah Huang's expression was always smiling, as if he was talking about other people's experiences. It was a bit sad to say this.
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"Master said that the suffering we suffer is to eliminate the sins of our previous lives."
Ah Huang scratched his hair, which had grown quite long. Except for the somewhat worn monk's robe, he no longer looked like a young monk.
There was actually no doctor in the village in front of him, only a retired private school teacher who knew some medical skills. Fortunately, there were some medicines that Li Chongrun needed.
Ah Huang saw that the little girl had taken the medicine and her complexion had improved a bit. She was not suffering as much as before, and she was no longer as nervous as before. But he had no money, so he thought of giving a dog to the gentleman.
The doctor was also a man who had lived a hard life. His family was not a wealthy one, so it was useless to have a dog that could only hunt.
Seeing that Ah Huang was really pitiful, the old doctor stopped mentioning the money for the medicine, and just kept saying that there was a nursing home in the state capital, and the blind Taoist priest in the Taoist temple in front was also very enthusiastic about taking in orphans.
Ruiniang told the old doctor the story about the death of the blind Taoist priest. The old doctor was a little regretful and just talked back and forth. It was a pity that the Taoist priest was a good man and his fortune-telling was accurate. Why didn't he calculate his own day?
Not suitable for going out.
After paying for the medicine with the old doctor, Li Chongrun looked at Ah Huang.
Just kidding, this is the great monk Jianzhen, a real fierce man.
If he can win over his subordinates and prevent him from going east, the island country that has lived a good life will probably lose a lot of things.
"What are you going to do next?"
The children are still young, and Ah Huang is only 8-9 years old. Naturally, he has no plans or plans. It’s just that the weather is getting colder and colder, and the hole in the ground where they live is a bit difficult. Ah Huang
Huang felt a little worried.
"Would you like to come to my house?"
"The blind old Taoist priest said, I am a lone star with good luck. I have to stay away from others. Otherwise, I am afraid it will bring bad things to others."
Ah Huang was very sensible, but stubbornly held up the puppy on his cell phone: "If you keep an eye on Xiaoya for me, I will give you a dog. They are very powerful and can already catch voles."
Ah Huang was very gentle when he looked at the dog, and the puppy also showed its well-behavedness very cooperatively, without struggling or escaping.
"It's okay. I'm famous for my good luck. At least, I won't be afraid that I won't have money for medical treatment if I have diarrhea again."
Ah Huang thought for a while, maybe because he felt that the young man in the gorgeous clothes didn't look like a bad guy. Maybe he was really afraid that the next time the little girl had diarrhea and couldn't find anyone to treat her, or maybe he was thinking about the few guards just now.
He should be able to beat those fat-headed and big-eared monks, so he agreed.
There was nothing worthy of nostalgia in the cave. Several children also followed him. He also wanted to go to the old farmer's house. Fortunately, there was an ox cart in the village, so Li Chongrun rented it. An old farmer drove slowly.
I followed the donkey cart to the destination to visit the old farmer.
Those thin dogs were indeed good hunters, even though they were still puppies. In just a few miles, they pulled out a gopher and a litter of hedgehogs from the fields. Ah Huang held them in his hands.
He presented it to Li Chongrun like a treasure.
The village that Li Chongrun originally planned to investigate soon arrived. The village was not far from the Yangtze River, and the faint sound of the river water lapping against the shore could already be heard.
It was almost noon, but there was no smoke in the village. Because it was the end of the year and it was the slack season, there were no farmers busy in the fields.
Let several children wait outside the village, and Li Chongrun and others drove a donkey cart into the village.
"This old man, there is an old man named Xie Da in Zhuangzi?"
Governor Wei can speak dialects and is now a patriarch, so it is natural for him to ask questions.
"What are you doing here?"
The old man who was asked for directions was very wary. The village was remote, and except for the vendors and craftsmen who walked the streets, even the monks who came to preach and the Taoist priests who visited rarely came.
When seeing strangers coming to the village, the elderly will inevitably become wary.
"Visiting relatives."
"I haven't heard that Mr. Xie has any rich relatives in his family. This place is called Xiejia Village. Mr. Xie's relatives are also my relatives. Why haven't I heard that there are such relatives in the family who can afford a car?"
Wei Anshi had to change his excuse, saying that Xie Da had bought some grain and rice for his family a few days ago, but his subordinates had miscalculated and were short of some money, so the shopkeeper asked himself, the accountant, to make up for it.
Come get some money.
I heard that it was someone from the Lianghao who collected grain a few days ago. The old man immediately became enthusiastic and said that if the Lianghao hadn't collected Xie Da's grain, I'm afraid Xie Da didn't know what would have happened.
It is truly the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva who saves suffering and lives.
Ruiniang carefully translated the old man's nagging to Li Chongrun, and Li Chongqun was very embarrassed. After all, he also had his own goals. But he didn't expect that the poor were already accustomed to suffering. He only received some favors from him, and he was already grateful to this point.
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“People’s hearts can be used!”
Li Chongrun said with emotion.
Xie Da's house is not far from the entrance of the village, on the edge of a small river. There is a small boat floating in the river, which is vaguely the same boat that Xie Da took when he went to sell grain a few days ago.
The yard is not big, and there is a tall flag standing at the door of the yard, with the word "wine" written on it.
As we got closer, a faint aroma of wine wafted in. "Thank you for this, do you still make glutinous rice on a regular basis?"
The father-in-law babbled for a long time. It turned out that Xie Da had not found a wife for a long time. Later, Muramasa had to go back and forth many times before he married a widow from a wine shop by the Guan River. This wine-making skill was very important.
It's the woman's dowry.
A chubby girl was playing at the door with a rabbit in her arms. The rabbit was a bit fat. When a stranger came, she hid in a panic.
An old lady with a somewhat ferocious face heard the sound and rushed over from the courtyard with a loud voice. She was wearing a white linen apron and was washed very clean.