The morning light shines through the crack of the door, and a new day begins again.
Wei Cheng opened his eyes and looked at the dark thatched house. Although it was simple, it was full of warmth.
The chirping sounds of children came from the door, and Aning's laughter was still so contagious.
Wei Cheng opened the door and happened to see Aning playing in the yard with several children of the same age. Seeing that Wei Cheng was awake, Aning ran over excitedly, "Brother Wei, my hands don't smell good anymore."
Wei Cheng hadn't come back to her senses yet. She was stunned for a long time before she realized that she was talking about toilet water. This thing was not perfume. It must not have evaporated completely after a night.
Other children also ran over. Wei Qing looked at the ragged appearance of the children and frowned slightly, feeling that he should do something.
Wei Shi sent a lot of clothes, including needlework and other items. Wei Cheng wanted to take out a few sets of clothes and modify them for the children.
However, he didn't know how to sew. After thinking about it, he could only ask Aning to call Hao Niang and Xiao'e to come and ask.
"Here, here's the toilet water for you." Wei Cheng simply gave a whole bottle of toilet water to Aning, and then said: "Go and call Sanniang for me, and by the way, ask if there is anyone in the village who can do needlework. Please call me." A few of them said that I wanted to ask them for a favor."
Aning didn't expect Wei Cheng to be so generous, so he proudly took the bottle and showed it off to his friends behind him.
Not long after, Hao Niang came up with several women.
Wei Cheng was brushing his teeth and washing his face at the door. When they saw Wei Cheng, the women all looked reserved and greeted him respectfully.
Wei Cheng signaled them to wait, and after washing his face, he took out some fancy clothes from the house.
These were things he didn't like very much, including the mourning clothes.
"Take a look, change these clothes, and then arrange a new set of clothes for each of the children in the village."
There are not many children in the village, about twenty under the age of ten. The older ones have fig leaves, and the parents of the younger ones don't care. They just let them run around naked every day.
Hao Niang looked at the brightly colored and exquisitely made clothes and was a little dazed for a moment. The woman behind her was also stunned.
When Wei Cheng saw this, he said uncertainly: "Why, isn't it enough? I still have more."
At this time, a middle-aged woman hurriedly said: "That's enough, that's enough. Thank you sir, I, we are..." She responded with a trembling voice, and then she knelt down towards Wei Cheng.
The other women followed suit and all knelt down.
Wei Cheng stepped forward to help them up, but when he thought about men and women not being intimate, he could only keep telling them not to do this.
After appeasing him for a long time, the women began to divide the work. Some people called the children in the village to measure the size, and some started to use scissors to cut. Hao Niang secretly ran home and told Hao Dadao about the matter.
Now that it was better, Hao Dadao came up with the people in the village and gave him another meal of gratitude.
As for the children in the village, when they learned that they had new clothes to wear, they all happily started playing in the yard outside Wei Cheng's house.
The older children even took the initiative to help Wei Cheng clean the fallen leaves in the yard, while the younger children jumped around with their buttocks bare, showing no shame at all.
Near noon, Zhengtou came with a few men.
They went down the mountain to hunt early in the morning, and the harvest was good today. They brought a few hares up to Wei Cheng.
"Sir, after using your method to make arrows, our archery skills seem to have improved a lot. You see, one arrow shot through the head. The rabbit skin can be peeled back to make a good pair of gloves." "
He was carrying his wooden bow on his head, and on his waist were several arrows stained with blood. The arrows could be seen obviously charred black. Although they were not metal arrows, their lethality should not be underestimated.
Wei Cheng was not polite. After taking the rabbit, he said: "Good thing, come to my place to eat meat and drink wine tonight."
"Drinking?" The men in charge opened their eyes wide.
Wei Cheng said with a smile: "There are too many things sent from home. I can't fit them in this room. Please help me digest them."
Wei did bring some wine, two large jars, and Wei Cheng tasted it. The taste was a bit sour, and he didn't like it very much. He might as well take it out and let the others help him drink it. Later, he planned to buy some bulk wine to put it in.
When they learned that there would be drinks in the evening, the men were even happier than the children wearing new clothes, giggling happily on the sidelines.
Hao Dadao said at this time: "Weighing the head, you guys go to Niutou Ridge this afternoon to have a look. Those black men should have grown up a lot. Bring back a well-proportioned one and give it to the young master to try."
"Master Hei?" Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment, then realized that the so-called Master Hei was not a human, but a wild boar.
In ancient times, there were many names for pigs, among which pigs were big pigs, pigs were small pigs, and pigs were big wild boars. They were also called Ganghyenas. Wu Jin, Black Face Lang, and Hei Ye are the elegant names in some texts.
When Zhengtou heard this, he patted his chest and promised: "Okay, we will go there in a moment. Let alone one, it will be no problem if we carry them all."
As soon as Zhengtou finished speaking, Hao Dadao slapped him on the head and said angrily: "What the hell, you can only catch one when the pot is over. If you hurt the others, be careful with your legs."
Wei Cheng looked at them funny and said: "Yes, Uncle Dadao is right. You can keep the green hills without worrying about running out of firewood. Don't do everything to the limit. You will have something to eat every year in the future. That's the truth, Dadao." uncle."
Hao Dadao didn't understand these literate words, but he understood the meaning and said hurriedly: "Yes, the young master is still educated, that's what I mean, hahaha."
There were new clothes to wear and plenty of meat to eat. The children were dancing for joy. Aning was also given a brand new set of clothes. Although the style was a bit simple, it still made her very happy. She was using toilet water to perfume her friends. Woolen cloth.
The lunch was simple, with steamed pancakes to accompany the unfinished chicken soup last night. After all, we had to eat a lot of meat and drink a lot of wine in the evening.
"By the way, Aning, where did your uncle go?" Wei Cheng suddenly remembered that he had not seen Zhang Zhongjing all morning.
An Ning took a bite of the steamed cake and responded in a hurry: "He went to collect medicine and went down the mountain before dawn."
Wei Cheng frowned slightly but didn't say anything. He was probably studying the prescription and suddenly realized that some medicine was missing. He had often done this before. Whenever he felt like it, he would go deep into the mountains.
However, what Wei Cheng didn't expect was that the next time he saw Zhang Zhongjing would be several years later.
At this time, Zhang Zhongjing had already walked out of the Luliang Mountains and was standing on the edge of the Yellow River. He looked back at the stretching mountains, with a trace of reluctance flashing in his cloudy eyes.
But he has more important things to do. Taking a dragster like An Ning with him will not only fail to give her a better life, but will actually harm her... Perhaps it would be wise to hand her over to Wei Cheng. choose.
After comforting himself, he looked at the surging Yellow River water in front of him and took out a jade pendant from his arms.
A blooming snow plum is carved on the jade pendant, and there are three small characters faintly written in the lower right corner. Compared to the snow plum, the carving of these three characters is very rough.
Zhang Zhongjing rubbed the jade pendant, and a drop of clear tears fell down, just falling on the plum blossom.
