When the herbal water in the pot was bubbling, Wang Keyue asked Dali to start simmering it over low heat.
Waves of medicinal fragrance drifted in the wind, and among the sleeping refugees, some began to whisper.
The first batch of herbs was boiled. Wang Keyue gave Old Man Wen and Wen Dali a full bowl each and let them drink first. Then he gave Wen Dali another pot in an earthenware pot, which was enough for the whole family to drink for two days.
Wen Dali, a tall man with red eyes, bowed firmly to Wang Keyue and returned to his tent holding the medicine jar.
Old Man Wen also brought a small bowl and carefully fed the little tiger head.
Little Hutou was now awake and in better spirits. He was drinking the herbal medicine with gusto. Wang Keyue felt a little sad when he saw it. The bitter herbal medicine could actually make the child smile in such an early famine year.
Wang Keyue sighed, poured the remaining herbs in the pot into the leather bag she had prepared, and added water to the pot again to prepare the second batch.
It’s too slow to cook pot after pot. However, these refugees don’t have extra pots. The biggest pot here is the one in front of them, and other small pots and clay pots are of no use at all!
"Master, I'm back." Just as he was thinking about it, Wen Dali came back, followed by another thin young man, "This is my second brother Gangzi, he is also here to help!"
After Wen Dali finished speaking, he buried his head in arranging the fire, completely ignoring his second brother who was still a little embarrassed.
Wen Gangzi looked around, he really didn't know what he could do. He came here mainly because when his eldest brother went back, he said that he had become a master and worked with him. More importantly, the master also provided food and gave him money. After giving his eldest brother a piece of cake, he started to get jealous.
"Master! I...I can also work! I can also make medicine, and I can keep it better than my elder brother!" As soon as Gangzi spoke, Wang Keyue felt disgusted. This man...
She glanced at Wen Dali, who was calm at the side. He was still the same, lighting the fire solemnly, with a calm expression, but he was holding the firewood tightly in his big hand, almost crushing the firewood into pieces.
"Okay! I don't have any other work here at the moment, so I don't need so many people. Besides, I don't have any extra food for you. If you are willing to do things for me for free, I will naturally be happy to ask for it!" Wang Keyue said.
"Uh! This..." Gangzi rubbed the corners of his clothes with his hands, hesitating, not knowing how to answer.
"Gangzi, why are you here? Your wife was looking for you just now, and you want me to know where you have been? Why don't you go back and take a look!" At this time, a man wearing a linen gown and a coat came from behind. An old man in his 60s wearing a long mandarin jacket.
"Clan... Patriarch, I haven't made it clear to the master yet..." Gangzi looked aggrieved.
"What are you talking about! You are making trouble every day, get out of here!" The old man took out the long cigarette stick from his waist as if he was about to hit Wen Gangzi.
Wen Gangzi looked like a weakling and took a dozen steps back. Looking at the several men following behind the clan elder, he even shrunk in fear and left quietly.
Wang Keyue looked at the person coming. The patriarch was holding a big package in his hand. The three men following him were also empty-handed. Each of them was carrying a big pot. This pot was used by rural people embedded in the stove. That kind of big iron pot, I guess I couldn't bear to let it go when I was escaping, so I just tilted it out.
When she saw the size of the pot, Wang Keyue narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.
Looking at the other two people, one person is holding a pickle jar in his hand, and the other person is carrying a large bundle of firewood on his shoulder.
"Eh? Patriarch Wen, why are you here this late at night?" Old Man Wen came over from the side after feeding the child and asked strangely.
"Jinshan! I just heard that a wandering doctor came to your family. He is very skilled in medicine, so I wanted to come and take a look. You... introduce me to him!" The elder of the Wen clan, an old man, said to Wen Jinshan. Close your eyes.
There is something that Old Man Wen doesn't understand. Although he still feels very embarrassed and a bit troublesome to Dr. Wang, he has to give face to the patriarch. Furthermore, more and more people have been sick in the village in the past two days, and he doesn't dare to hold up.
"Doctor Wang, this is the patriarch of our Wenjia Village." Then he turned to Chief Wen and said, "Chief Wen, this is Doctor Wang who made the medicine for my grandson!"
Wang Keyue stroked her white beard, looking like a calm and elegant man, and nodded and smiled at Patriarch Wen.
Patriarch Wen hurriedly bent down and responded with a smile, the wrinkles on his face almost wrinkled.
"Doctor Wang, I'd like to pay my respects to Dr. Wang!" Patriarch Wen took a step forward. Before he could put down what he was holding, he led the three men and bowed deeply to Wang Keyue.
"Please ask Dr. Wang to treat our Wen family members. This...this is a little thought from our clan." Before Wang Keyue could answer, Chief Wen opened the package in his hand on the spot.
Inside were some things that seemed quite valuable before the disaster, including a cotton blanket, a small silver bracelet worn by a child, a white jade bowl with some flaws, a pen holder carved from bamboo, and a used A writing brush, a few gray and white stones, in short, there are quite a lot of various gadgets!
