A slender woman in a white dress stood in the yard with her back to Qi Feihong, teaching a four or five-year-old child not far from her. This child is standing on the plum blossom pile and is practicing the horse stance on the plum blossom pile. Judging from the look of this child, he has already reached his limit, his legs are trembling, and he may fall down at any time. It's just that the woman didn't allow the child to come down. The child didn't dare to come down by himself, and he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the woman turned around, glanced at Qi Feihong who was standing by the door and looking at her, and said with a smile: "Master, are you awake?"
This woman is not only slender, but also looks like a beautiful woman. Even Qi Feihong, who had seen many beauties, was stunned when he saw it, and felt quite amazed. What was strange to him was that when this woman spoke, she was obviously different from modern people. Just the name Qi Feihong was already a bit strange to Qi Feihong.
Qi Feihong knew that this woman had saved him, so he did not dare to be rude. He took a step forward, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you for saving my life. I dare to ask my benefactor's name. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay my benefactor for this kindness..."
Before Qi Feihong finished speaking, the woman had already smiled and said: "It's not that the little girl saved the young master, the young master doesn't need to be so polite..."
Qi Feihong was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Then who saved me?" After a pause, he remembered that he had not been introduced yet, and then continued: "My name is Qi Feihong."
The woman still smiled and said: "The young master was rescued by my father. The little girl just helped to take care of the young master. You are welcome, young master."
Qi Feihong felt that he was very uncomfortable talking to this woman, especially the address, which was completely different from his habit. It seemed as if he had returned to ancient times: "Um... where is your father now? I want to thank him in person for saving his life. Grace."
The woman smiled slightly: "My father went to the stable to feed the horses and will not come back until evening. The young master has been sleeping for three days and three nights. He must be hungry. The little girl will go and help him make some food. Please wait for a moment."
Qi Feihong felt strange in his heart, but he still said politely: "You don't have to call me that, just call me by my name."
The woman's face blushed slightly: "Young Master... Although I am not a lady, and I don't like to imitate other people's polite speech, but it would be too impolite to call the Young Master by his first name when we first met..."
Qi Feihong felt more and more strange and couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, what time is it now? It's almost noon. I think the sun is almost overhead..."
The woman was slightly stunned, obviously not understanding what Qi Feihong meant: "What time is it? Master, are you going to ask what time it is now?"
Qi Feihong nodded, and suddenly thought of a very scary fact: He had come to a certain period in ancient times, right? Why did he feel that everything in front of him was completely different from the era he was in?
When the woman saw Qi Feihong nodding, she said, "It's noon. Please wait a moment, sir. I'll prepare it right away. Soon you can have your meal."
The woman turned to leave, and the child suddenly shouted: "Sister, I really can't bear it anymore..." Before the child could finish her words, she suddenly fell down and was about to fall to the ground, with her head badly bruised.
Qi Feihong was busy talking to the woman, but ignored the child who couldn't hold on. He didn't expect that the child couldn't get the woman's order and couldn't hold on by himself. At this time, he couldn't hold on and fell down.
Qi Feihong didn't have time to think, so he instinctively took action, flashed his body, and grabbed the plum blossom pile to catch the fallen child. He may not be strong enough, but he is still much faster than the average person. He barely catches the child before it hits the ground to prevent the child from falling.
The child looked pale and was obviously exhausted, but it was not serious and he would recover after a short rest.
Qi Feihong held the child in his arms, and before the woman came back to her senses, he asked the child with a smile: "Are you okay? You look like you are only four or five years old, why do you practice plum blossom pile so hard?"
The child didn't answer. He needed to rest for a while to recover. The woman rushed over to take the child, and at the same time called urgently: "Brother, are you okay?"
Qi Feihong said from the side: "It's okay. Take a good rest. You will recover in an hour at most...and half an hour later." After all, he was not used to it. When he opened his mouth, he would speak idioms that are only found in modern society.
The woman felt relieved and quickly carried the child into another room, letting the child lie down to rest. Qi Feihong followed him into the room. Seeing the woman carefully wiping the sweat on the child's face, he comforted him: "Don't worry, he just lost strength and will be fine after a while. Is there any sugar water? Give him a little drink." "
"Sugar water?" The woman shook her head slightly: "This season is not the time for sacrifices. Where did the sugar come from?" The woman looked at Qi Feihong strangely, as if she was doubting Qi Feihong's identity and origin.
Qi Feihong was stunned again: "You... what year is it now?"
The woman said: "It is now the seventeenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, and today is February 19th... Master, are you okay? Isn't it because you slept for too long and you forgot some things?"
Qi Feihong frowned slightly, and he confirmed the fact that he was really no longer in the era where he was originally. It was the 17th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, that is, 1644 AD. No wonder this place looks so primitive, and there is absolutely nothing modern in sight.
The Three Life Cauldron is really weird and unpredictable. Qi Feihong had indeed walked in the gap in the Three Life Cauldron for a long time, but he didn't expect to come directly to the Ming Dynasty, which was four hundred years away from his time. A gap in the Three Life Cauldron can actually send Qi Feihong directly to four hundred years ago, and the place has also been changed. It is indeed one of the seven ancient treasures, containing countless secrets.
Qi Feihong understood this and said with a wry smile: "I have indeed forgotten some things... Girl, I want to ask again, where is this place?"
The woman was worried about her brother and did not notice Qi Feihong's expression. After hearing Qi Feihong's words, she glanced at Qi Feihong: "Young master, you don't have to be so polite. My name is Wang Ziyan. This is Qijia Village, and most of the people in the village have the same surname. Qi, there are very few people with foreign surnames. Our family moved here from other places, and we are the only people with foreign surnames in the whole village."
Qi Feihong said: "Wang Ziyan...I remember. Is this called Qijia Village? My surname is also Qi. It seems that God has destined me to come here..."
Before Qi Feihong finished speaking, the child on the bed suddenly said: "Sister, I'm so hungry, can you cook for me?"
Wang Ziyan hurriedly said: "Sister, go cook now. You wait for a while, it will be ready soon." Wang Ziyan hurriedly left to prepare the meal. She also knew that her brother was exhausted, so it was best to replenish food in time, otherwise he might still be there. Something will happen.
Qi Feihong stayed to take care of the weak child and asked him with a smile: "What is your name? Why do you practice plum blossom piles at such a young age?"
The child didn't seem to be afraid of strangers and said with a smile: "My name is Xiaopang. I don't have a real name. Xiaopang is just a nickname given to me by my father."
Qi Feihong wondered: "Why is this? Why didn't your father give you a name?"
Xiaopang said: "Because my mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, people in the village said that I was an unlucky person and that I was a mother-in-law. My father took me to the temple to see the master. The master said that I had to wait until I was twelve years old. You can’t have a real name, otherwise it will overwhelm your father and sister... so I only have a nickname."
Qi Feihong couldn't help but frown: "What nonsense is this? Don't listen to their nonsense. Your mother was definitely not killed by you. At most, it was a dystocia when you were born, because the medical level of your era is not enough. That’s what caused your mother’s death.”
Xiaopang looked at Qi Feihong with a vague understanding, opened his mouth, and said something: "So I'm not an ominous person?"
Qi Feihong nodded: "Absolutely not! You believe me, no one in this world is born unlucky, it's all some people's nonsense. Little Fatty, remember your brother's words, no matter what others think of you or say You, you must not think that you are an unlucky person. We are all the same, and no one is an unlucky person."
Xiaopang stared at Qi Feihong motionlessly, obviously not understanding what Qi Feihong said. After a while, he said: "Brother, aren't you afraid of me? Everyone in the village is afraid of me, and no one wants to play with me. Except for my sister, I don't have any friends, even the friends near our home. People are willing to take care of me..."
