Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 610: Taking Precautions (1)
The group stayed in an inn on the first night they left the mountain village.

The little bun slept for a long time at noon, and it was getting dark, but he still didn't feel sleepy. The two brothers looked at Wanqi Yuling eagerly.

When they arrived at the town, the city gates were closed and the bookstore was closed. Wan Yu Yuling couldn't choose a suitable book to tell the story to Xiaowa.

Mo Yan turned her back and snickered, the omnipotent uncle finally no longer omnipotent, and bowed his head in front of Bao Bao and Bao Bao, the two little grinders.

The two young ones looked at their father Wan Qi Yuling with eager and hopeful eyes, waiting for the good story to be told.

"You are still young."

Wan Yuyuling whispered softly, pretending to be calm, "Tell a story that is too profound, you can't understand it."

As King Ping of Great Vietnam, the future emperor, contact is all about strategy, governing the country, baby and baby are so small, can you understand?
"Yu Ling, it's useless, they won't understand you when you speak their petty words."

Mo Yan raised her head, looked up to the sky and sighed, then shook her head helplessly.

"Yanyan, why don't you tell me?"

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and Wan Qiyuling actively asks his wife for help, otherwise, will the fierce battle at night be fulfilled by these two little troublemakers?
"It's a nice day. I'll take Mo Bing to the grocery store."

Mo Yan quickly ignored the meaning between the lines of the emperor's uncle.

After taking care of the two brothers for more than a year, now that their father is back, the mother has become a grass by the side of the road, so she happens to be relaxed and relaxed.

Ignoring Wanqi Yuling's plea for help, Mo Yan looked at the bronze mirror, took Mo Bing to go shopping, and left the emperor's only son to face the buns.

At night, the heat of the day was relieved, most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and a night market was opened up in one of the small alleys.

The night market is similar to Changpingfang in Kyoto, with mostly food stalls and poor people playing tricks.

There are not many people in the night market during non-year festivals, and the common people still keep the habit of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

"Mo Bing, I've worked hard for you for more than a year. If you want to eat, I'll treat you!"

Originally, going out to have a big meal was the most suitable thing for Fat Ya, but Fat Ya was deeply hit by the departure of Miracle Doctor Zhu, so she nestled in the door and felt alone.

The intercourse between the husband and wife is not harmonious, it is not humane, and Mo Yan has no good advice, she believes that the master will have a sense of proportion.

"Ma'am, would you like to eat these?"

The tense strings were relaxed all the time, and Mo Bing had a smile on his face, joking with Mo Yan.

"Delicates from mountains and seas can be found everywhere in Kyoto, but folk snacks are more distinctive."

Scattered people, many of whom are peddlers, sat on small stalls with shoulder poles beside them.

"Little potato, let's eat this!"

Potatoes are cheap and worthless among the people. The owner of the stall peels the very small potatoes, fry them in a frying pan until golden, the skin is crispy, and then brush with a special hot sauce.

Mo Yan couldn't bear it anymore, swallowed her saliva, and ordered a bowl to start eating.

Mo Bing smelled the fragrance and let go of his reserve.

The small potatoes are crispy on the outside, soft and sandy in the mouth, and with the help of hot sauce, the master and servant have a great appetite.

The night was dark, and there was a half-moon hanging in the sky.

The breeze was full of the aroma of food, attracting a few beggars who couldn't afford to eat. The beggars squatted in the shadows of the corner, sucking their noses, as if tasting a peerless delicacy, and raised the corners of their mouths.

Throughout the dynasties, there have always been these underappreciated groups.

Beggars in Dai Viet are not a profession. They live in no fixed place and live on food given by well-meaning people.

In summer, there are a few mouthfuls of sour rice to eat, and in winter, it is cold and hard steamed buns. If there is a piece of meat, it is rare.

"Hey, old man, you stand in front of my booth, how can I do business?"

The big man selling noodles was very embarrassed. The site was public, but the old man squatting not far in front was dirty and smelly.

Just now, there were two shopkeepers who obviously wanted to eat noodles at his house. After seeing the old man, they felt unappetizing, so they went to the wonton stand in front of them.

At his place, at least two bowls of noodles business took off.

The old beggar wanted to say something, but in a hurry, he shook twice and fell to the ground.

The big man was taken aback, thinking that the other party was touching the porcelain, "Well, I will give you a bowl of noodles, but you have to go over there to eat."

That side is away from the noodle stall, so it won't affect his business.

Repeated twice, the old man still didn't get up, and the big man realized something was wrong.

Putting down the spoon in his hand, he put his hand under the beggar's nose and shouted, "He's dead!"

Now, everyone around looked over.

Mo Yan didn't know the situation and thought that there was a murder.

When he got closer, he saw a beggar dressed in rags, who seemed to have passed out.

"He's dead, what should we do?"

The big man muttered to himself, but was stopped by Mo Yan, "What are you shouting, I fainted from hunger, you first fill a bowl of noodle soup."

People have been hungry for too long and have no food in their stomachs, so they can only drink some noodle soup or clear porridge to fill their stomachs.

The big man blamed himself a little. He had left over noodles from the guests, and he kept them to feed the dogs.

The old man had been here for four or five days, and he didn't ask for food. He thought the other party would have enough to eat.

When the old beggar woke up, he looked ashamed. He was over sixty years old, and his hands and feet were still dexterous, but the shopkeepers in the town disliked him for being old, so he couldn't find a job.

He didn't have a copper coin on him, and he couldn't save his face when he was begging for food, so he could only starve.

The old man lives in the surrounding village, and he has two sons.

His wife went there last year, and he was kicked out of the house by his sons. The two sons took the land and the house by themselves, did not give him a pension at all, and even cheated him of the coffin.

"It's a crime, my wife used to be too spoiled for my son, they haven't suffered, and they like to plan..."

What is the use of a son who stands on the top of the door?For decades, they raised two white-eyed wolves.

The old man wiped his tears as he spoke, regretting his mistakes.

There are many tragedies of not providing for the elderly. Children are not born like this, and the education they acquire plays a large factor.

Mo Yan decided to wait for the two little ones to remember things, to be less spoiled, and to discipline them strictly, so as not to develop the temper of the second generation ancestor.

Especially the eldest baby, who will inherit the throne in the future.

Dayue ruled the country with filial piety, and if the children did not provide for their parents, the elderly could sue the government, and the children would be punished.

The old man knew it, but he couldn't help it.

"Just pretend I don't have this son!"

When I get older, I long for father and son to be kind and filial, to have a warm little home, sheltered from wind and rain.

The old man became more and more sad as he talked, and finally broke down in tears, and the people around couldn't bear it.

(End of this chapter)