Become a god in the world of Cthulhu

Chapter 193
After all, this was the first time in her life that the little girl admitted her mistake, so she was inevitably a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and twisted her clothes, and said softly, "Old man, Fen'er has figured it out. Tomorrow, Fen'er will personally go to Hua Shu to apologize!"

Grandma Song was shocked. How determined must the little girl be to say such words as personally apologizing!
Thinking about these thoughts, Grandma Song smiled gratifiedly and said, "It's good that the girl can figure it out!"

"But there is no need to apologize in person." Grandma Song changed her voice, looked at the little girl with pity and said slowly, "Girl, with the old man here, the girl will never have to suffer this. I, this old woman, will protect you." !" Grandma Song said, her tone gradually becoming a bit desolate.

A girl should not live such a life. He should be coddled in a boudoir, like other official ladies, growing up with fine clothes and fine food, accompanied by music, chess, calligraphy and painting, or he should dance with his mother, dance with guns and swords, and travel around the world. Happy grudges.No matter what, I shouldn't hide in this remote village with an old woman like him and live a careful life.

It's a pity that fate plays tricks on people! As an old woman, he can't do anything else but to protect Fan'er's safety and happiness during his lifetime.

Fen'er looked at the old man with half-understanding, somewhat confused as to what her grandmother meant.

Grandma Song pinched the little girl's dirty face, and urged with a smile, "You don't need to understand, just be happy, girl. But, don't be so reckless next time. Look at your dirty little face, you've become a girl today My favorite dish is fried pork with mushrooms, Xiaohuamao, hurry up and wash your face, and get ready for dinner!"

When she heard that she wanted to eat fried meat with mushrooms, the little girl's eyes instantly lit up, and she happily agreed to wash her hands.

Grandma Song looked at the back of the little girl happily bouncing away, smiled helplessly and shook her head, the little girl has a soft spot for this dish, even three meals a day might not be enough.However, eating the same dish all day is also afraid that the little girl's diet will not be adjusted. Finally, after negotiation, it will be three meals a day, and one meal must be fried pork with mushrooms.

Fortunately, with careful care, oyster mushrooms can be grown all year round, so he planted some in his yard.Pork is even better. There is a butcher Zhang in the village, only a few steps away from their home. Whenever the family has finished their pork, they can go to Butcher Zhang at any time and there will be some for sale.Therefore, it is not difficult to satisfy the girl's little hobby.

The next day, Grandma Song went to the village chief's house with two chickens.

Li Xiuzhu was sitting in the yard drying the quilt when she saw Grandma Song coming in carrying something, she casually put the quilt on the rope, clapped her hands and came over, "Aunt Hua is here! I told you it was just a kid's fight, don't worry about it." Take it to heart, besides, the girl didn't do it on purpose!"

"Xiuzhu, don't be polite to me. The child is hurt anyway. This is for the child to mend his body. It's shocking! You? No," Grandma Song explained while shaking the things in her hand .

"Hey!" Seeing this, Li Xiuzhu readily took the things, and said with a smile, "Then I will thank Aunt Hua for Shu'er. If Aunt Hua is not busy, come in and sit down!"

Grandma Song shook her head with a smile, "No, I have to go back and embroider a few handkerchiefs, and ask Chang Hong to send them to the market to sell tomorrow!"

"Okay, then go get busy!" Li Xiuzhu nodded understandingly and said.

Li Xiuzhu watched Grandma Song leave, and then took all the things back into the house, and the complaints that were not deep in her heart gradually faded away.

It is not easy to talk about Aunt Hua. There was a flood in her hometown, and she was separated from her family in the chaos. She fled to Bixi Village alone with her infant granddaughter.But fortunately, the old lady still has a good handicraft, and can still rely on embroidering some handkerchiefs to survive.In the past eight years, a lonely old woman and her little granddaughter have lived a decent life.

Aunt Hua is also extremely kind, but the little granddaughter she brought up with one hand is really too naughty.Either scaring someone's dog into the river all day, or jumping out from behind the wall at night to scare passers-by, or rushing into the ducks by the river, scaring the ducks to run around, or just three or two In a word, someone's little doll cried angrily for a long while.And so on, too many to enumerate.

But fortunately, they were all small things, and no major disasters were caused.Hurt Shu'er this time, it should be the biggest disaster that the little girl has ever encountered.Fortunately, the child has little strength and did not cause any serious problems.However, judging by Aunt Hua's attitude, she should have taken it to heart, and hoped that after the little girl was trained, she would be able to calm down a bit.

Li Xiuzhu thought about it, shook her head and sighed, she caught a glimpse of the quilt she hadn't aired just now from the corner of her eye.

"Yo! I almost forgot!" Li Xiuzhu patted her head, then ran to the yard to dry the quilt with small steps.

Such an ordinary and stable life is the fastest. With a flick of a finger, Song Xiao also changed from the naughty and childish little girl who accidentally smashed other people's foreheads with throwing stones, into a, uh...throwing leaves Play the 'mature and stable' big girl.

Coincidentally, he hit the same person.

"Huh! I remember it clearly. Before you went home, you clearly promised me that you would not tell me that it was mine. Then, as soon as you went back, your mother brought you here in a fierce manner. Fortunately, I was witty. , and hid in time!" Song Xiao got angry when he mentioned this matter, pulled another leaf, and threw it at the boy under the tree bitterly.

The leaves whirled lightly in the air, and slowly landed at Tao Shu's feet.

"I, Song Xiao, dare to do what I do, and I will admit it no matter what punishment I receive. But I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless. You do one thing in front of your face and behind your back. I didn't say anything. It's obviously you. You had to promise me that you wouldn't tell me, but you betrayed me in the blink of an eye. It's just... it's just a villain's behavior!" Song Xiao was still stuck at the end of the sentence, and after thinking for a while, he figured it out. A word he thought was appropriate.

Tao Shu complained: What kind of punishment! Grandma Song is so precious to you that she wouldn't even be willing to touch a hair of your hair, so how could she be willing to punish you!However, what happened back then was indeed his fault.

Tao Shu showed embarrassment, "It was indeed my fault for that matter, I broke my promise. However, there is indeed a reason for what happened."

As Tao Shu said, his brows gradually tightened, "You don't even know! A few days ago, my father just got a piece of cowhide, which was not too big or too small. He thought it might be just right to make a whip, but it turned out to be true." I made it for him. When I came home, my mother was asking me what was going on, but I refused to say it. When my father saw it, he got anxious and pulled out the newly twisted rope from his waist, which was thicker than hemp rope. The whip asked me if I would say anything.

Song Xiao's eyes widened in surprise: "Isn't it true that your father is so cruel? You are even willing to beat you even when you are injured?"

After Tao Shu spoke for a long time, he took a breath, with an exaggerated expression on his face, "Isn't that right? I was so scared to death! You didn't even see that leather whip dangling in front of my eyes, shining with oil. , majestic..."

Song Xiao sat lazily on the tree, leaning half of his body on the tree trunk, rolled his eyes, and interrupted Tao Shu, "Okay, okay! Don't pretend to be miserable, it's not like I haven't seen that whip before. , it’s hanging on the wall of your main house, you can see it as soon as you enter your house, and it looks very ordinary, it’s not as scary as you said!”

"That's because it's old!" Tao Shu curled her lips and argued unconvinced.

There are kingfishers chirping outside the window, and the spring sun shines into the bamboo house through the window lattice, outlining a bright spot on the floor.

The bamboo house was filled with the faint fragrance of herbs. The man lying on the bed frowned and woke up leisurely.

There was a burning pain three inches to the right of his heart. He covered the wound with one hand and forced himself to sit up with the other hand. He unbuttoned his clothes and looked down. The wound had been wrapped with pure white soft muslin.

He closed his clothes and buttoned them up again.

There was a strong aroma of herbs in his nose. He looked around the surroundings. There was an extremely heavy wooden shelf in the corner, with bottles and jars on it. There was a simple wooden table in the middle of the room, with two A chair, nothing more.

The man's brows widened and a happy smile appeared on his face. He just said, Yang Yongfu was very lucky, how could he die so easily.

But something seemed to be wrong, and soon he noticed the weirdness of the matter. He closed his eyes and recalled that at that time, he led an elite team of more than a dozen people and fell off the cliff after being hit by an arrow. What happened next?
At that time, he was surrounded by layers of Wei troops, and the team he led was helpless. How could he be allowed to escape?

The door "squeaked" and was pushed open from the outside. Yang Yong calmed down and looked at the door.

A girl about seven or eight years old came in, holding a bowl of medicine in her hand. Seeing the man sitting by the bed, she asked with a little surprise: "Are you awake?"

Without waiting for Yang Yong to respond, the girl immediately laughed again: "Just wake up. The girl is seriously injured. Don't move rashly. I will call the master over." After saying this, the girl put the medicine bowl on the table and turned her head. He hurriedly ran outside.

When he ran to the door, he thought of something again, turned around and said with a smile: "By the way, my name is Tiandong."

After all, he closed the door and went out.

Yang Yong breathed a sigh of relief. The girl named Tiandong just now was wearing the standard attire of people from the Yan Kingdom.

Yang Yong supported the bedpost and got out of the bed. Although he tried his best to be careful, it still inevitably involved the wound. He couldn't help but "hiss" in pain.

He slowly walked to the table and sat on the chair.

"Boom!" There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" Yang Yong put down the medicine bowl and looked up at the person.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a slender figure came in from the outside. The person who came was a young man with a straight posture, standing there like a green bamboo standing against the wind, so clear and so clear that people couldn't bear to desecrate it.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

This poem flashed across Yang Yong's mind. He was shaken, and then quickly came back to his senses.

Seeing Yang Yong sitting at the table, the young master frowned slightly and seemed a little worried: "The girl is seriously injured. It is not appropriate to get out of bed and move around at this time."

Yang Yong waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I dare to ask, but did you save me?"

The young master nodded. Seeing how he didn't care about his instructions, his frown deepened. He was about to say something when he heard the man ask.

"Who sent me here?"

"You were hit by an arrow and fell into a coma by the river. It was my son who passed by and rescued you and brought you back."

A childish voice came from outside the door, it was the girl named Tiandong just now.

Tian Dong came trotting all the way, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and flushed face, he let out a long breath, then turned to Dr. Shen, and respectfully handed over his usual medicine box.

Yang Yong's face straightened, and he was about to bow to the young master, but his wound was involved, so he could only clasp his fists and say, "Thank you!"

Dr. Shen looked calm: "You don't need to be too polite, someone else would do the same thing.

Hearing this, Yang Yong clasped his fists and smiled heartily: "It seems that Dr. Shen not only has the benevolence of a doctor, but is also extremely humble."

The man glanced out the window, then looked at Doctor Shen casually and said, "By the way, I haven't had time to introduce myself yet, Bai Wu! Doctor Shen just call me by my name!"

"Yang Yong!" The other party nodded slightly and replied succinctly.

As soon as Yang Yong took out a thin silk scarf from the medicine box, he was stopped by the man who raised his hand. The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing a wrist that was obviously whiter than his hands: "Young people in the world, don't worry about these false gifts. Dr. Shen will treat you directly." good."

Yang Yong raised his head and met the man's smiling eyes.

The man's lips were a little pale due to blood loss, but his beautiful red eyes were clear and bright. They met Yang Yong's gaze: "Doctor Shen, is there something wrong?"

Yang Yong came back to his senses and shook his head, but he lowered his head when he put his hand on the man's wrist. No one could see his expression clearly at this time.

Tiandong looked at Dr. Shen and then at the man opposite him. He felt that something was strange, but he couldn't place it. He scratched his head in confusion.

After a moment, Yang Yong withdrew his hand and said: "The pulse has stabilized, but the wound is too deep, hurts the muscles and veins, and is close to the vital point. It needs some time to rest."

After saying that, he glanced at Yang Yong again, obviously knowing that the other party was not willing to listen to advice, so he emphasized his tone and said: "If Miss Chen wants her body to recover as before, she should not use force again within six months, otherwise she may suffer lifelong consequences." Disease.”

"Doctor Shen, come and have a look!" someone shouted outside the door.

Yang Yong nodded towards Yang Yong and hurried out. Tiandong packed the medicine box and left immediately with the medicine box in hand.

"My lord!" A figure flashed into the room from the window.

The person who came was a young man, dressed in sackcloth, with a burly figure and a resolute face, with the spirit of wandering around all the year round, knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "This subordinate is not good at doing things, and put the master in danger. Injure your body, please punish the Lord!"

"It's none of your business. You weren't in Jizhou at the time. Besides, you're on the battlefield, so there's no way you won't get hurt!"

Yang Yong relaxed his strength and leaned on the back of the chair, with a somewhat lazy expression. He raised his hand and said: "Get up, Bai Jiang, I have something to ask you. I have been in coma for a few days. Where is the Yuanwei Army?"

The man named Bai Jiang replied: "The lord has chased Timur to the edge of the cliff, and then shot an arrow and fell off the cliff. It has been seven days since now. General Xu searched around the mountain for five days but couldn't find it, so he had to stay." The next elite will continue to search around with him, and the Yuanwei army is already on the way back to the court under the leadership of General Chen Xiao, and according to the time, it should have reached the border of Qingzhou by now."

At the end, I added another sentence: "The place where the Lord is now is Jizhou!"

After hearing this, Yang Yong relaxed and said: "In that case, it doesn't have anything to do with me. I want to recuperate here, and take a walk around to appreciate where it is - oh, the customs and customs of Jizhou."

The man randomly pulled out two pieces of paper from the table, wrote a few lines of words with a swipe of his pen, folded them casually and handed them to Bai Jiang: "The upper letter is passed to the Holy One, and the lower letter is passed to A Wu."

"Yes!" Bai Jiang took the order and left.

(End of this chapter)