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The old woman's home is at the end of the village. It has a small yard and five mud-brick and thatched houses, which are very clean.

A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old came out of the house, stepped forward and helped the old woman sit down, "Grandma, you are back. Hey! Who are they!"

Shen Jia was stunned when she saw the young man.

Why does this person look so similar to my eldest brother!
Could it be that her cousin fell off a cliff and survived?

Thinking of this, Shen Jia felt a little excited.

Xiao Yichen also thought about it in his heart at the same time.

The young man in front of me is very similar to Shen Hao. His face shape, nose and mouth are exactly the same. I think of what my mother-in-law said just now, "Another child who fell off a cliff!"

Jiajia's uncle fell off a cliff in Huangshaling more than ten years ago. Based on his age, isn't that the same age he is now? The boy in front of him is Jiajia's cousin and Zhou Rui's son.

Yes, it must be him.

"Brother, my name is Ajia, and his name is Achen. We fell from the cliff in front of us, and we happened to meet my mother-in-law while passing by the village. I was invited by my mother-in-law to stay at your house for a few days." Shen Jia stepped forward and smiled sweetly.

After the young man helped his mother-in-law sit down, he poured two glasses of water for Shen Jia and Xiao Yichen.

"Ajia, Achen, my name is Izheng. Welcome to our home." The young man smiled brightly, showing his big white teeth.

"Ideology?" Shen Jia repeated his name in a low voice, and then his eyes lit up. Isn't Ideology the name of his cousin?
The names, looks, and ages all match.

Shen Jia asked with a smile: "Brother Ideological and Political Brother, how old are you this year?"

"I am eighteen years old this year."

"Who else is in your family?"

"My grandmother, parents, and two younger brothers."

"Where are your parents and two younger brothers?" Shen Jia's voice rose a little higher.

She was a little excited. Could it be that her uncle and aunt were not dead?

The young man glanced at her suspiciously: "They went to the market."

"Can I ask you something?" Shen Jia asked.

Their time was tight, and they only planned to rest here for two days to make the antidote, and then go back and kill the assassin.

Those assassins would definitely not give up until they were killed.

Maybe they are looking for them all over the mountain now, and they can go back and fight guerrilla warfare with the assassins, intercepting and killing them all.

They didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

Since I have doubts about Ideo's life experience, it would be better to ask directly and clearly to avoid making random guesses in my mind.

Shen Jia rolled his eyes, "Were you born here? Or did you fall off the cliff like us?"

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

"Who are you? Why do you ask?" A middle-aged man in his thirties came in from outside and asked sharply.

The woman and two children behind the middle-aged man also looked at Shen Jia with unkind eyes.

The old woman also stepped forward nervously and pulled Izheng behind her, glaring at her angrily.

Shen Jia smiled awkwardly, knowing that they had misunderstood, but it also meant that Izheng was not born here, he was 100% her cousin.

Shen Jia saluted and said: "Don't be nervous, listen to me first before getting angry. Sixteen years ago, my uncle took his aunt and cousin to Zhangde Mansion to take office. When they were passing through Huangshaling, they were attacked by bandits and fell off the cliff. I don’t know. Ideological and political elder brother looks a lot like me, and their age and name match. That’s why I’m asking this question. Please forgive me if I’m offended!”

Suddenly, the entire small courtyard was silent.

Shen Jia and Xiao Yichen didn't say anything, waiting quietly for them to speak. After a long time, the middle-aged man walked in with heavy steps.

The old woman and the middle-aged woman looked at him with complicated eyes, and there were tears in their eyes.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man took off the disguise on his face and changed into more decent clothes.

His appearance is only 50% similar to Shen Zhuoyun's. Shen Jia once heard Shen Zhuoyun say that their two brothers are not very similar in appearance. One is more like Zhou Shaocheng, and the other is more like their mother.

But both brothers have the same gentle and elegant temperament.

"You are my uncle Zhou Rui, right?" Shen Jia stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders and asked.

"I don't know if I am your uncle? Because I can only remember things like reading, but I can't remember anything else." Zhou Rui looked a little confused, and he also wanted to know who he was.

Shen Jia suddenly realized that it was no wonder they had lived here for so long.

"I have medical skills. If you don't mind, let me take your pulse."

Zhou Rui smiled and said: "Okay!"

The old woman and the middle-aged woman looked at them with complicated eyes, and then went into the kitchen to cook.

Si Zheng and his two younger brothers gathered around them curiously.

Zhou Rui's pulse condition is dominated by Shen pulse, which is caused by weak blood circulation and blocked blood flow. And he lost his memory. Shen Jia suspected that his head injury was caused by congestion, which affected the normal blood supply to the brain and caused the amnesia.

"Did you suffer a head injury? Do you still have frequent headaches?"

"Yes. Here." Zhou Rui pointed at the back of his head and said.

Shen Jia stepped forward and brushed his hair away, and saw a scar as big as a fist on the back of his head. There was no hair at the location of the scar.

To be alive with such a big scar is considered a blessing.

"I'll first use silver needles to help clear your meridians, and use a decoction to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis to clean up the congestion on your head. I should be able to restore some memories. As for whether I can remember them all, I'm not sure."

Zhou Rui is more open-minded: "Do your best and obey fate. If you really can't remember, forget it."

"If I guess correctly, you should be my uncle."

"Ok!"

Shen Jia asked him to lie on the bed, took out the acupuncture kit from his backpack, and Xiao Yichen skillfully sterilized the silver needles.

She picked up a slender silver needle and inserted it into Zhou Rui's 'Baihui', 'Yongquan' and other acupuncture points.

Half an hour later, Shen Jia twisted the handle of the needle and pulled it out.

At this time, the food was ready, and Shen Jia and Xiao Yichen followed Zhou Rui out.

There was a plate of steamed buns, a plate of noodles, a pile of scrambled eggs, and a pile of vegetables on the table.

In the north, most people mainly eat pasta, and most people eat mixed-noodle steamed buns or black-noodle steamed buns. Being able to eat white-noodle steamed buns is already a good family.

Zhou Rui's wife smiled shyly and said, "We only have these foods at home, so you make do with what you have."

"That's good, thank you!" Shen Jia didn't know how to call her, so she wanted to call her aunt! But Zhou Rui hasn't remembered his identity yet, and he hasn't introduced them to each other yet.

Everyone could only talk awkwardly.

After the meal, everyone sat together.

Zhou Rui's eyes were distant and he was lost in memories.

Sixteen years ago, when Mr. Yao came back from collecting herbs in the mountains, he saw Zhou Rui and Zhou Sizheng floating down the river by the river.

Uncle Yao is a barefoot doctor with a kind heart. He upholds the duty of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded. He immediately stepped forward to check on their condition and found that they were all still alive. He immediately decided to take them home.