Magistrate Shen grabbed Cheng Wanwan's sleeve.
When Cheng Wanwan turned around and looked at him with a frown, he realized that he had been rude and quickly let go of his hand.
"Sorry, I was too abrupt!" Magistrate Shen stammered, "I just want you to accept this hairpin. It will look great on you."
"Your Majesty the County Magistrate!" Cheng Wanwan said sternly, "The women always thought that this incident was caused by Xiao Zheng alone, so they never took it seriously. Now it seems that the County Magistrate also has this intention, whether it is or not If you think too much, civilian women must make it clear that civilian women are determined to remain widowed for the rest of their lives for their husbands who died in the war, and I also ask the county magistrate not to waste time on civilian women."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and strode out of the lobby.
Magistrate Shen held the hairpin in his hand and his expression became empty.
It is true that at first he wanted to find a stepmother to control his son, but as they got along later, he came to appreciate women like Zhao Cheng more and more. She was smart, brave, careful, gentle and elegant, and she had the ability to teach her son. Fang, she... I don't know when, his desire to marry her became stronger and stronger.
Magistrate Shen sighed and put away the hairpin.
The road is long and long, and one day, Zhao Cheng will be willing to accept him.
When Cheng Wanwan walked outside, Zhao Sanniu also applied medicine to the wound and walked out. The mother and son left the county government office without stopping for more.
"I originally brought you two egg pancakes, but I don't know where they fell." Cheng Wanwan said with a helpless smile, "Let's go and eat something first."
They were from a village and did not want to go to a restaurant to eat and drink. She found a noodle shop and took her son in to eat noodles. She also bought three meat buns and placed them in front of San Niu. This boy was really hungry. , after eating two bowls of noodles and three meat buns, Cheng Wanwan bought two more steamed buns, which he also took.
"Eat slowly and don't choke."
Cheng Wanwan patted his back.
She said in a gentle voice: "If you encounter something like this in the future, you must tell your mother as soon as possible. You are not allowed to bear it alone. Do you understand?"
"The Yu family all say that if you want to learn martial arts, you have to suffer. I think this is what everyone who learns martial arts must experience..." Zhao Sanniu swallowed the steamed bun, "My eldest cousin also said that heaven will give you great tasks. This kind of person must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, and starve his body and skin for nothing... In short, he has to suffer, so is it wrong for me to suffer this time?"
"But not all suffering must be endured. Some children have no parents, so they have to endure the pain of being orphaned and widowed. Some children are naturally naughty, so they have to endure the pain of tempering their will. Some children are from poor families, so You have to endure the pain of hunger..." Cheng Wanwan said softly, "Practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer to strain your muscles and bones. This is the suffering that martial arts students should suffer. Eat the most bitterness, and then you will be better. Being a master does not mean that you will become successful if you suffer, but that you must endure the suffering you deserve, go through the difficulties and hardships you deserve, and practice countless times before you can succeed..."
Just like the second child, the cloth cannot be sold if it is smashed on the hands. It has to go through the ups and downs that it needs to go through. She, the mother-in-law, is happy to be a spectator.
Unless the second child can't hold on any longer, she won't help.
Zhao Sanniu nodded as if he understood: "Mom, I understand."
"Let's go home when we're full." Cheng Wanwan stood up, "Go for a walk on the street before leaving."
I bought some snacks on the street, as well as some pens, inks, paper and inkstones, which several children need to learn to write.
The mother and son were walking home from Ping'an County for about an hour. They kept talking about the future.
Cheng Wanwan plans to go to Hekou Town to inquire about martial arts practices again. This time, he cannot be so hasty. He must find out the situation of each martial arts practice before sending the child there.
"Well!"
At this moment, a muffled groan suddenly came from the grass on the roadside.
Cheng Wanwan paused: "Sanniu, did you hear any noise?"
Zhao Sanniu looked left and right: "It seemed like a group of wild geese flew past just now..."
"Save, save..."
The sounds in the grass became clearer.
Cheng Wanwan moved the tip of his nose: "There should be someone injured over there. I'll go over and take a look."
"Mom, just stand here and I'll take a look!"
Zhao Sanniu rushed over with quick steps.
As soon as he passed by, he saw a man in black clothes, about twenty-six or seven years old, lying in the grass with a lot of blood on the side. This man must have fallen here due to exhaustion.
Cheng Wanwan walked over and took a look at the wounds. There was an arrow wound on the left shoulder, and both legs were also injured. The thighs were bleeding. If it continued like this, he would soon die from excessive blood loss.
She saw a sword behind the man. This man should be a warrior.
The man's appearance is broad, his appearance is majestic, and he looks like a gentleman.
Isn't it a coincidence? She just needed a martial arts master, and God sent this person to her.
However, facial recognition is just a matter of eye contact. Only after getting to know each other in depth can we judge whether this person can be the master of San Niu.
Another thing is that this person is obviously being hunted. She also needs to find out who is being hunted. She cannot get into big trouble for no reason.
She said quietly: "Sanniu, go and clean up the bloodstains along the road."
Zhao Sanniu went to do it quickly.
Cheng Benwan squatted down, tore off a piece of cloth from the man's clothes, and tied it to the bleeding thigh.
The man gasped in pain, and before he could say anything, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
It's okay to be fainted, so that Cheng Wanwan can deal with the wound easily.
So she tore off the newly tied cloth, poured disinfectant bought from the mall to clean it, and cleaned the three major wounds on her body. Then she poured some medicinal powder, wrapped the cloth, and finally gave the man anti-inflammatory medicine to prevent Wound infection and fever.
After doing all this, Zhao Sanniu came back.
She stood up and said calmly: "Sanniu, you exchange clothes with him, carry him on your back, and take him back."
Zhao Sanniu didn't ask why. After changing his clothes, he bent down and carried the man on his shoulders.
When the mother and son reached the entrance of the village, an enthusiastic woman asked curiously.
"Sanniu, who are you carrying?"
"This person is a bit unfamiliar. He is not from our Dahe Village."
Cheng Wanwan explained with a smile: "Isn't Sanniu practicing martial arts in the town? Something happened. Thanks to his cousin who was there to save him, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss this time. His cousin couldn't bear it. It’s a small injury. I’m afraid the old lady over there will worry about it, so I brought it back to recover, and then go back after it’s healed.”
People in the village started talking to each other, denounced the evil deeds of Yu's martial arts.
"Zhao Da just came over and told us about Yu's martial arts practice. It turns out that Sanniu is at Yu's martial arts practice."
"Yu's martial arts practice is really nothing. It charges two taels of silver a month and doesn't treat the children who learn martial arts as human beings. It should have been closed long ago."
"Fortunately Dashaniang reported it to the government, and fortunately the county magistrate tried the case impartially, otherwise Sanniu would still have to suffer."
Cheng Wanwan smiled, half-truths and half-false words could conceal this person's identity, and that was enough.
She asked Zhao Sanniu to place this man in the yard where he used to live. Although this house was unoccupied, it had everything it should have.
She administered the medicine again and changed the dressing on the wound. She did everything she needed to do. If this person can survive, he is lucky. If he cannot survive, he cannot blame others.
