After passing through the woods without any danger, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and took a few bites of dry food that was beginning to harden. He watched the sky get late and the early moon was already flickering in the sky. However, it was the darkest time at this time. The sun set at the beginning of the month. See, the moonlight is not yet clear.
He found a flat lying stone outside the woods, and was about to lie down casually. When he thought of mending the patches on his cloth, Yun Zhong found some relatively soft grass velvet from the surroundings, spread it carefully, and then lay down with his hands on his pillow. head. In the past, when I was alone, I would always think about the pleasures of immortals and heroes traveling thousands of miles away, but I can't think of it today.
When the moonlight became completely bright, the young man got up, lit the fire sticks on the dead branches, found a few thick branches to ignite, and hurried on his way. The crude torches were not wrapped with anything like oilcloth and would burn out quickly, so Yun Zhong tied a lot of tree sticks with straw ropes and carried them on his back, like a little woodcutter collecting firewood and going home.
Home is behind you, but hope is in the opposite direction.
If the weather is not good, it will naturally not take special care of pedestrians. The wind started blowing in the middle of the night. The cool autumn wind is not as biting as that of winter, but it cannot be blocked by a pair of coarse clothes. Yun Zhong understands this very well. Looking at the sky The dark clouds were rising, and I knew it was going to rain again. Autumn rain hurts people the most, and everyone in the town knows this, so even the strongest man will not go out to work in the rain that hurts his body, unless he really has to, like Yun Zhongniang. The young man still walked in silence, keeping some luck in his heart. What if it didn't rain? What if the wind blows away the dark clouds? Then we can get to Qingchai faster.
It still rained.
It's okay, it's okay. Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. It's normal and it's okay. The young man thought as he bit his lips. The rain soon fell heavily, and the mountain road became narrower. The raindrops made the mud slurry, and a strong earthy smell was splashed. The mountain road is not easy to walk, not to mention it is full of mud now. The young man had already been soaked, and he was walking with difficulty with a hunched body. The branch was sharpened with a dagger and inserted into the soil as a support to prevent him from accidentally falling down the mountain. It's really a bumpy road every step of the way. It's quite difficult.
Suddenly, a few steps ahead, the mountain road was washed away by the rain, revealing mottled rocks. The walkable mountain road was only half a foot wide. Yunzhong's brows knitted together. He wiped his face carelessly, shook his wet hair back from his forehead, took out the dagger from his waist, dug a hole on the other side of the pointed stick, passed the straw rope over and made a buckle. Tie the other side around your waist, calm your mind, pick up the stones on the ground and nail the stick deeply into the exposed soil on the side of the mountain road.
The young man walked step by step through the narrow mountain road that was only half a foot wide. He stepped on the ground several times. Fortunately, the wooden stick was driven deep enough and solid enough, so he didn't end up dead. He only stepped down a few times and was shaking all over. Awesome, I feel even colder. If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on to Qingchai, and he would catch wind and cold halfway, which would only waste more time. Yunzhong had no choice but to hurry down the mountain and find a place to take shelter from the rain.
Under a sunken earth slope, the fire was not big and made a peeling sound. The young man took out the fire fold wrapped in oilcloth from his arms and took out the prescription stuffed in the sandwich. Fortunately, the bag was still tightly wrapped and his waist was always bent, so the damage in his arms was relatively light and basically not wet, which made him really happy.
The young man took off his shirt, squeezed out a lot of water, and carefully placed it next to the fire to bake. He sat down on the ground, holding his cheeks in a daze. As for what he was thinking about, he didn't know. Maybe he was lucky to have the rest of his life, maybe he was worried about the heavy rain, maybe he was worried about his mother at home.
Listening to the sound of rain and looking at the fire, the young man fell asleep unconsciously.
When I woke up again, the sky was already bright, the shower had begun to subside, and there were sparrows chirping in the forest. Although it was still chilly, the sunlight gradually raised the temperature. The young man packed up his belongings, got dressed, and continued on his way.
Five days later, at dawn, a doctor and a boy came to the entrance of the town. The boy's clothes were dirty and his face was dirty. The doctor's clothes were clean and the medicine box was also clean. But Yun Zhongniang's illness still hasn't healed.
However, the young man felt that Qingchai's doctor was very skilled in medicine and would definitely be able to cure the disease. However, the medicine he prepared was not good enough, so he ran to the school and told his husband that he would not go to school recently and that he could take care of his mother at home. As a result, there was one less lazy scholar in the town, and one more house with lights that stayed on all night long.
The heat and time for cooking decoctions are all important. If the fire is too strong, the medicinal materials will not be able to withstand the temperature, the water will be evaporated quickly, and the efficacy of the medicine will be much weaker; if the fire is too low, the essence of the medicine will not be cooked, and the concentration of the decoction in the water will If it is too low, it will also reduce the potency of the medicine. Fortunately, Yun Zhong was frail and sickly when he was a child. After a long period of illness, he became a doctor. After watching his mother prepare medicine for a long time, he probably knew how to be particular about it, so it was naturally much easier to get started.
It is actually common for it to take seven or eight hours to prepare a serving of medicinal ingredients.
Half a month later, Yun Zhongniang looked at Yun Zhong and passed away with a pair of eyes that were tortured by stubborn diseases that were lifeless. This woman had never traveled far in her life, and she kept nagging her son over and over again. She would get pricked in her hands every time she mended clothes, but when she died, she still had a piece of solidly mended coarse cloth beside her.
At ten o'clock in the night, a young man wearing sackcloth and mourning knelt in front of the tombstone. The firelight licked the yellow paper and reflected the young man's pale face. "Go back. Don't catch a cold. I'll stay with your mother." The man behind him patted the young man on the shoulder and sat down cross-legged.
The man's name is Yun Yiliang, Yunzhong's Yun. Yun Zhong wanted to ask him why he came back just now, why you didn't come back to see your mother even after half a month of hard work, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them hard. Because he saw Yun Yiliang touching the inscription, his back trembling.
The young man went back to his room and fell asleep, not opening his eyes for two days and two nights.
