The lit bonfire made a crackling sound, attracting a group of moths who were not afraid of death.
Wei Cheng took out the toilet water, sprinkled some on herself, and applied it on Aning. The little girl liked the taste of the toilet water and the refreshing feeling, and kept sniffing, like a little pink pig looking for food.
Zhang Zhongjing was no longer surprised by the strange things that Wei Cheng occasionally brought out, but he was curious and asked about the formula of toilet water.
Wei Cheng roughly informed about several kinds of herbs and said: "In addition to these herbs, we also need an introduction called alcohol. This is not easy to make, and its intensity is several times that of ordinary alcohol."
Because there are a dozen boxes sent by Wei as a cover, Wei Cheng now has an excuse to explain the source of whatever he brings out. He only needs to eliminate the traces of modernity in them, and glass bottles actually existed in ancient times.
Crystal products.
Zhang Zhongjing was thoughtful, looking at the bottle of toilet water with the label torn off in Wei Cheng's hand, he fell into deep thought.
In the past few days, every time Wei Cheng told him a new recipe, he would enter a state similar to meditation. Wei Cheng and Aning were also used to it, eating broth by themselves.
In order to comfort Aning, he ate chicken soup at night, paired with the steamed cakes left over from lunch. In order to balance the nutrition, Wei Cheng also prepared a cold dish, picking the fresh bracken and cat's claws that can be seen everywhere in the mountains.
Little Aning's face was bulging after eating, and he was chewing on the big chicken drumstick with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Wei Cheng felt that he had been eating meat for the past two days, so he planned to eat some wild vegetables tonight. Unlike the people here, he did not have such a thirst for meat and carbohydrates.
Just as we were finishing our meal, a shout of honor came from the bottom of the hillside, and then we saw four men walking up carrying a newly repaired courtyard gate.
This courtyard gate is very simple, with two thigh-thick pieces of wood as the supporting frame, an eaves built with thatch over the door, and the two door panels below are connected in series with branches as thick as arms.
Wei Cheng's yard lacked such a door, so he and his team rushed all afternoon to finally finish it. After a lot of effort, it was delivered to Wei Cheng as soon as it was finished, just to show off in front of Wei Cheng.
When he saw Wei Cheng, he bowed and said, "Sir, the door has been repaired, can you install it now?"
Wei Cheng nodded towards him and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Cheng glanced at the chicken soup that An Ning was eating, swallowed, and explained: "Shen Shi ate a lot of meat, which is enough."
Wei Cheng looked at Aning and said, "Go find Sanniang and make another pot of steamed cakes."
Aning wiped the grease from his mouth, stood up and said, "I'll go right away." After saying that, he took the chicken legs to eat and ran down the hillside. The girl was so happy that she wanted to let Sister Hao smell it as soon as possible.
Take in the scent of toilet water on her body.
The eyes of the first few people showed joy, and they had a meal of steamed cakes for nothing, and they felt equally happy in their hearts.
At this time, Zhengtou said: "Sir, this courtyard door is still missing a plaque. I found a flat wooden board for you. Do you want to engrave something on it?"
While talking, two men brought in a strange-shaped wooden board. Wei Cheng and Zhang Zhongjing were stunned at the same time, and then stood up at the same time.
Wei Cheng: "Sandalwood!"
Zhang Zhongjing: "Qinglong wood!"
Then the two of them looked at each other, and Wei Cheng said quickly: "Qinglong wood is also called sandalwood. It is a very rare tree species... It is said that this wood only exists in the Western Regions. I didn't expect to see it here."
Zhang Zhongjing nodded slightly, nodded and said, "Yes, this wood is not only precious, it is also an extremely rare medicinal material."
Seeing that the two of them knew the piece of wood, Chengtou explained: "This piece of wood was left by a caravan from the Western Regions the year before last. It smelled very fragrant, so I have been using it as a bed board, hehe."
Another villager said: "That person from the Western Region is so stingy. He said that Brother Tou saved their lives and left such a broken piece of wood."
It turned out that Chengtou once rescued a caravan from the Western Regions that was lost in the mountains. As a thank you, the other party gave this precious piece of sandalwood to Chengtou. Unexpectedly, Chengtou didn't know how to do it, so he kept using it as a bed board.
Now, in order to thank Wei Cheng for bringing a large amount of food to the village, he even wanted to give it to Wei Cheng as a door plaque.
Wei Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and explained to him the preciousness and medicinal value of sandalwood.
Zhengtou listened in a daze, only knowing that this thing was quite valuable, and said with a smile: "That's good. Since it is a good thing, it should be given to the young master. Anyway, I can't find anyone to buy it. I can't keep it."
It’s of no use.”
Wei Cheng couldn't laugh or cry, and wanted to persuade him to take it back, but was stopped by Zhang Zhongjing, "There is nothing wrong with reciprocity."
Wei Cheng thought about it and stopped worrying. At worst, he would go back and prepare a compound bow for Zheng Tou and buy him a machete. It is estimated that these two things would interest him more than sandalwood.
"What should I carve?" Wei Cheng looked at a whole side of sandalwood. After thinking for a while, he went into the house and took out a set of the four treasures of the study.
Mr. Wei sent a lot of things, including paper, pens and other items, which shows that his predecessor must have been a man of letters.
Wei Cheng is studying Chinese medicine after all, so he can definitely write with calligraphy.
After pondering for a while, he wrote the word "shabby room" directly on the paper, using Liu style, which was a font he loved when he was in college. It was also the font he practiced best, and he happened to have it at this time.
Used.
"Good words." Zhang Zhongjing gave a positive evaluation after taking a look at it.
The first-class people are those who don't understand, but can write. In their eyes, it is a great act and worthy of their flattery.
Wei Cheng himself felt satisfied and said with a smile: "It's already dark today. How about you help me carve it tomorrow? Just cover the paper on the wooden board and carve along the edge of the writing."
Zhengtou nodded and replied: "Don't worry, young master, although I am illiterate, I have done a lot of carving work. There used to be people who died in the village, and the tombstones..."
Wei Cheng looked at his head speechlessly. Fortunately, he is a materialist. I really don't dare to ask you to carve words for me.
After a while, Hao Niang and Xiao'e came up. When they learned that Wei Cheng wanted to make steamed cakes, the two of them did not dare to delay for a moment.
As for Aning, she probably went to play with the children in the village. She learned a new adjective, pointed to her wrist and said: "Smell, do I smell good!"
While the cakes were being steamed, Zhengtou and others erected the courtyard gate. Wei Cheng watched from the side, always feeling like a fallen leaf returning to its roots.
After parting ways with his fiancée, Wei Cheng can be said to be a loner in modern times. Comparing his current life, he suddenly felt that the time travel might have been specially arranged by his parents.
They didn't want to see him sink alone, so they wanted to give him a new home.
Here are Zhang Zhongjing, whom I respect, Ning, who is naughty, cute and very good at eating, and villagers who are simple and willing to work. There are inexhaustible Chinese herbal medicines in the mountains, the air is so fresh, and the sky is so bright.
Looking up at the moon in the sky, Wei Cheng secretly made a decision in his heart.
He wants to stay here, stay in this era of constant turmoil and disputes, and lead the villagers to live a life of a hermit.