A month later, Zhao Cheng had basically adapted to the life of going to Zheng Yucheng's home to study scriptures every day.
Because he had nothing else to worry about, his daily schedule was very regular. He would get up in the morning and run five kilometers around the city, then boil water and wash up. The MSG warehouse and factory had been moved to the riverside. Zhao Cheng gave the riverbank an easy-to-remember name. , called Moon Bay.
Breakfast is served at a stall on the street. There are many kinds of food, and the flavor changes every day. In the morning, we go to Moon Bay for inspection. The sewage produced by the production of MSG is poured into the pit, buried with soil, and left to slowly ferment in the next spring.
At noon, I went to Dashun Zhai to order a few dishes, and then also bought some game. After all, going to Zheng Yucheng's house every day to have dinner would not be a good idea to always trouble Mrs. Zheng to cook.
In the afternoon, Zhao Cheng returned home to practice calligraphy and play the flute. After dinner, he went to bed early, very regularly.
Hong Shengde hasn't cashed out yet, but there are already very few customers, and he has entered a vicious cycle. The daily consumption of ingredients makes Hong Patou extremely distressed. He saw that Luo Xianwei often went to Dashunzhai to eat, and occasionally had a few drinks with Zhao Cheng. Although it was not much, he was drunk.
Even though he didn't understand it at first, as he watched more, Mr. Hong gradually realized something.
Dashunzhai's cooks are getting better and better at cooking, and with the added freshness and flavor of MSG, the food in this restaurant has become a specialty in Qinghe County, and soon a second restaurant will open in the south of the city.
Zheng Yucheng's wife and young daughter like the taste of Dashunzhai food very much, and they also like some of them very much, such as Pearl Babao Crispy Balls and Amber Sweet and Sour Pork. Zhao Cheng will order them every few days and bring them to Zheng Yucheng's home. .
In this month, under Zheng Yucheng's guidance, Zhao Cheng's understanding and familiarity with the scriptures have been deepening. Compared with a month ago, there have been earth-shaking changes.
It was already the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the Qingshui River had begun to freeze, but the ice was so thin that it was impossible to walk on it.
Zhao Cheng had just finished his morning run around the city and was about to return to his home in Fenghuangli along the river bank. Suddenly he noticed a person lying curled up in the withered grass by the river not far away.
"You're not freezing to death, are you?" Although he is still young, there are still some hungry refugees who come to Qinghe County from unknown places to beg on foot.
Zhao Cheng first felt that this was a refugee, but when he got closer, he realized that it was not what he imagined.
This is a thin young man, who seems to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. His face is pale and pale. He is lying motionless in the withered grass. Because the weather is cold and the water vapor by the river is thick, this young man has a knot on his head and face. A layer of white frost flowers.
Zhao Cheng reached out to his nose and felt that there was still a faint breath. He stretched out his fingers and pressed the neck below the ears. He felt that the carotid artery was still beating, and he immediately started to save the person.
It seems that this person was frozen by the river. First of all, we need to move him to a warm place. Secondly, we need to check whether there is frostbite on the fingers, toes and other extremities. If there is no frostbite, he can be quickly rewarmed by soaking in warm water.
This place is not far from Fenghuangli. Zhao Cheng ran home with this man on his back.
I had just finished running five kilometers, and my legs and feet were still a little sore, but it was more important to save people. When I passed the front gate, I didn't even have time to say hello to Fang Zheng, and ran back home like a gust of wind carrying people on my back.
The next step was to boil water, prepare a bathtub, and then take off the man's clothes. As soon as he took off two pieces, Zhao Cheng touched two soft masses on the man's chest.
"It's bad, it's a woman."
"I'll go next door and ask the maid to help." Zhao Cheng turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a bandage on the woman's shoulder. It didn't seem like an ordinary wound. After a moment of hesitation, he gave up the idea of calling for help.
Anyway, the remaining underwear was not too thick. Zhao Cheng tore off the woman's shoes and socks, made sure her toes were not frostbitten, and then picked her up and slowly put her into the bucket.
The water in the bucket was slightly hot. The woman sat in the bucket and was gradually able to moan a few times.
Next, Zhao Cheng kept boiling water to maintain the temperature in the bucket. He didn't know how many pots of water were boiled. He was just a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap when he suddenly heard the sound of water coming from the bucket and looked up. When he looked, he saw that the woman had stood up from the bucket and was looking around with a vigilant expression.
"Are you awake?" Zhao Cheng looked at the arrow pot placed in front of the window. The scale on the floating arrow showed that it was exactly three quarters of the hour, which was 7:45 in the morning. The woman had only been soaking for about twenty minutes.
So Zhao Cheng said to her: "You'd better sit back in the bucket. The rewarming time is not enough. It will take at least twenty minutes, oh, a little more than a quarter of an hour."
The woman lowered her head and glanced at her soaked underwear, then immediately sat back in the bucket. However, the moment she turned her head, her eyes had already glanced at her coat and belt.
A belt is a relatively wide belt, usually made of leather. On the belt, there are buttonholes every few inches for hanging a leather bag.
Each belt can be hung with a different number of leather pouches according to one's own needs. The pouches contain mostly sundries that are carried with you, such as daggers, flints, water bottles, etc.
This woman's crotch belt was also covered with a lot of messy things, which was equivalent to the multi-functional bag that modern people carry. Of course, Zhao Cheng didn't have the habit of going through other people's bags, so he and his coats were all piled in one place.
The woman's eyes turned back again and softened a lot: "Thank you for saving me."
The accent is extremely stiff and there seems to be some accent problem.
If you are a native of Qinghe, you probably won't find any problems. There is no Mandarin in the Chen Dynasty, so it is normal for the accent to be different hundreds of miles away.
For example, the dozen or so barbarians working for Zhao Cheng couldn't understand what they were saying, so they needed to find a merchant from the far south to translate for them.
But Zhao Cheng is different. He comes from a later generation and has come into contact with many foreign customers and is very familiar with Western accents.
When these Westerners speak Mandarin, they often have the same accent, making it obvious that they are foreigners.
As soon as the woman opened her mouth, although she still spoke in Dachen Mandarin, Zhao Cheng had already keenly captured the hint of an exotic accent.
"What's your name and where are you from?" Zhao Cheng was curious as to why a woman who could obviously speak Western Region dialect came to Qinghe County.
"My name is Xia Ying. I came from Fuzhou to Peidi. When I passed here, I fell ill because of hunger and cold."
Xia Ying cupped her hands in the bucket, doing so in a man's manner, which made Zhao Cheng couldn't help but think that Xia Ying had some manly heroic spirit.
Zhao Cheng pointed at Xia Ying's shoulder: "You are injured here, be careful not to get wet, otherwise it may be very troublesome. Besides, I don't have women's clothes here to change into. You can wear mine temporarily." clothing."
