The old man was in shock. The young man quickly tied his horse to an old tree and jumped out of the car to investigate the old man's condition. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured, but he was too frightened and could not speak because of his old age. After a lot of talking, the old man put his hands on his chest and spoke tremblingly.
The old man's surname was Ye, and he was a native of Panshan appointed by the government. His family had been hunters who relied on the mountains for generations. Forty or fifty years ago, banditry was particularly rampant in the mountains, so he did not stay in the mountains, but went to Qiling Kingdom to work there. After many years of savings, he did some business, married a wife and had children, and his life was prosperous. In her fifties, my wife was seriously ill, and even though she had exhausted all her family's wealth, she did not breathe her last breath. Fortunately, her children had already married and established a career, so the impact was minimal. After his wife passed away, the old man naturally gave up his thoughts of living in the city for a long time. Instead, he returned to the mountains and forests, guarding the thatched mountain hut left by his ancestors, and no longer stayed in the world. Coincidentally, at that time, the government appointed Panshan people, and the old man also took the opportunity to bring this insignificant mountainside sign, porridge and side dishes, and the new rain in the empty mountain, which made him feel at ease.
After saying this, the old man's face calmed down a lot. He coughed a few times and then asked in surprise: "Young man, this mountain is not very peaceful. It is very inconvenient to drive alone. Why don't you go with someone? The road is rough and difficult. , it would be nice to have some care between the two of them."
Seeing that the old man had calmed down, Yun Zhong, who was sighing, completely relaxed his mind. His white clothes were covered with big mud spots, and he didn't mind getting a little dirtier. He lay straight in the rain and pointed in the direction of the carriage full of resentment, "Old Zhang Ruo If you want to ask about my companion on the journey, the one in the carriage is my master." The old man was stunned and blinked his dim eyes, for fear that he had heard the wrong words. It was clear just now that the carriage was frightened and was running wildly. If anyone had stayed in the carriage, they would have been thrown into the bushes and unable to get up.
However, when Wu Shuang yawned and poked his head out of the carriage, vaguely asking the young man where he was, a look of absurdity appeared on the old man's face. Could it be that this man was sleeping soundly?
The old man surnamed Ye helped drive the carriage to a nearby thatched hut, and asked the two of them to go to the house to rest for a while, change clothes to avoid the cold, while he tied up the horse and went to the stove to prepare lunch. The hut is not big, but the layout is exquisite and exquisite. The hut is connected to the towering ancient trees, and a dozen wooden stakes as thick as a bowl are driven deep into the bottom. The roots are straight and straight, each as tall as a person. The whole hut is erected in mid-air. , just from this point of view, it can be seen that it was built by people who have lived in the mountains for generations and are familiar with the mountain environment. Because the forest is lush, there must be many snakes, insects and wild animals. In addition, there is frequent rain and snow, and the moisture near the ground is thick. This kind of suspended thatched house can avoid most snakes and insects, and is also far away from the moist soil, and the wind blows from all directions at a high place. Walking across the hall, it is cool all year round, and horses, chickens and ducks can also take shelter from the rain under the house. It is true that one stone kills many birds.
Wu Shuang's clothes were not exposed to the rain at all, so she simply sat on a bamboo chair and took a nap, obviously not awake yet. On the way to Tan Mian, the young man has been in the town for ten years and has never encountered such a powerful enemy. Today is an eye-opener, and he actually has some admiration for him.
After changing clothes from the inside out, his slightly numb limbs in the cold spring rain also regained consciousness. Yun Zhong stood in front of the window lattice with a stern expression, looking at the opened tiger's mouth.
When I first chopped firewood, the tiger's mouth cracked several times, and the process of healing and cracking went back and forth for a long time. It developed a cracked callus. By the time I learned the skill of swordsmanship, the dead skin had actually faded away. At first glance, it looked like the rest of my palm. There is no difference everywhere. Yunzhong's hands are very slender and fair. The elders say that they are called the hands of a boy and a girl. This is a sign of wealth and honor.
Whether he will be rich or not, a young man cannot predict. The tiger's mouth was covered in blood and flesh, turned pale by the rain, and sprouted white flesh, which made the young man feel strange in his stomach. The top priority is to treat the wound as soon as possible, otherwise the old wound will suppurate and the trip will be more likely to be delayed. The young man took a deep breath, and all his thoughts gradually became clearer.
Counting on your own master is obviously unreliable, and besides, the quantity of wound medicine is really limited on this trip, so if you can save it, you might as well try your luck at Ye Laowen's place. Without stopping, the young man hurried to the kitchen to find the old man. Wu Shuang, who was taking a nap while leaning on the bamboo chair, raised his eyelids slightly after the boy left, and a glimmer of light flashed out of his eyes, and he murmured as if to himself: "Is your surname Ye?"
It's said to be a kitchen, but it's actually just a smaller hut on the ground. Old man Ye was busy making porridge. When he saw the young man coming in, he smiled slightly. The wrinkles on his face like the bark of an old elm tree suddenly accumulated, which made him look kinder.
The young man smiled wryly and raised his hand, quite helpless, "Sorry for the trouble, old man. I went on the road in a hurry. I really didn't bring any suitable medicine for the disease. I wonder if you have any medicine at home?" In fact, he asked casually and did not expect the old man to do anything. Is there any good medicine at home? It is true that there are herbs for treating skin and flesh injuries in the mountains. However, most herbs are applied externally and have slow effects. At most, they can ensure that the injury does not get worse. Moreover, after all, the old man’s legs and feet are not flexible, so how can he often go up the mountain to collect medicine? So the boy didn't have much hope.
The rain outside the window was raining heavily. The young man looked at the old man surnamed Ye dumbly. He was very familiar with crushing a dandelion-shaped herb in an old stone mortar, pressing the stone pestle into the herb residue, pouring out a small half bowl of green juice and giving it to the young man. He took it. Then he ground the herbs into a paste and applied it to the young man's mouth. The young man only felt that the concoction was clear and sweet. After taking it, he felt a little relieved like drinking. The boss was confused and couldn't help but ask: "Old man Ye, what is this?" Herbs?”
Old Man Ye bandaged the young man's hands firmly with cloth strips, and then said, "Young man doesn't know something. This herb is called Cordyceps sinensis. It is a kind of medicinal material under the roots of mountains. It is usually very hidden. It can only be used after heavy rains wash away the floating soil. Only then might you be lucky enough to find one.”
The young man thanked the old man with clasped fists, held up his oil umbrella, and went downstairs to feed the horse.
