As a medical concubine

Chapter 375 The Husband Sings and the Wife Follows (1)
The old man turned his arms and widened his eyes in surprise: "I'm really healed, I'm really healed! Thank you for your help!"

As he spoke, he looked at Huazhu again. The girl looked good, she was not very old, about 15 years old, she was wearing a woman's bun, and there were not many jewelry in the bun, but the whole body gave people a look. A feeling of cleanliness, luxury, and incompatibility with this poor village.

Why did he travel so far today to meet a couple of gods and immortals?
Smiling, the old man stood up and asked, "Are you two gentlemen from the city?" There are no such noble people in the town, so he can be sure, "I don't know what you two are doing in our village?"

Liao Zicheng said: "We wanted to go to Zhenbei, but the carriage broke down on the way, and my wife caught the cold again, so I wanted to spend the night in the village."

The old man laughed naively: "My house is quiet. If the two nobles don't mind it, come and stay at my house! It just so happens that someone in our village has planted a medicine field, and anyone who has a headache usually goes to his house to see it!"

Liao Zicheng thought for a while, then nodded: "Thank you, old man."

The old man tied up the firewood and carried it on his shoulders. This time, he replaced his right shoulder, which is quite neat.

In Huazhu's perception, it was a miracle that he could do such heavy work at such an age, so he couldn't help but praise the old man.

The old man laughed: "I'm nothing, Dongtou old Wu's family is ninety! Every day I go up the mountain to cut more firewood than I do!"

Wow!Hua Zhu was shocked: "It's so powerful."

The old man saw that although the lady looked like a well-known Miss Jiaojiao at first glance, she didn't have any airs, and felt a little more happy: "We are all used to it!"

Along the way, Liao Zicheng found that many houses were empty, and there were occasional people living in them, but there were no men. Only old people and children were playing in the yard or doing simple handicrafts.

"Old man, your village...is quite empty." Liao Zicheng said casually.

The land here is close to Langya, so it shouldn't be so empty.

The old man sighed: "Oh, the village suffered from a drought a few years ago, and all the fertile fields died. Everyone was so hungry that they all went out to find jobs."

"It's almost Chinese New Year, aren't you coming back?" Liao Zicheng asked again.

"I haven't been back since I went, and I don't know if I died outside." The old man muttered.

Soon, the two arrived at the small courtyard where the old man lived.

As soon as they entered the door, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in a red padded jacket and trousers ran out of the kitchen: "Grandpa!"

After saying that, seeing Liao Zicheng and Hua Zhu, he was stunned.

The girl was obviously shocked by such an extraterrestrial visitor. She was born and grew up in a ravine, and she had never seen a woman prettier than the village chief's wife. This lady was much more beautiful than the village chief's wife, but the man next to her A bit prettier than her.

The girl was too shocked to speak.

It was the old man who put down the firewood and laughed: "Tui'er! Come and meet Mrs. Liao and Mrs. Liao." On the way, several people exchanged surnames.

The girl called "Cui'er" smiled shyly, imitating the posture of the village chief's wife, and gave a lame salute: "Mr. Liao, Mrs. Liao."

Tweety is a well-known pretty girl in the village, but as soon as Huazhu stretched out her hand, the icy jade color of her nails made Tweety pale by comparison.

The old man said: "Don't be afraid, they are the nobles who saved me. I just fell with my back firewood. Without them, I would have died of freezing to death by the roadside. You go and clean up the big house, and the nobles live here for a while." Late. Oh, remember to crack an egg for dinner."

Tweety's eyes turned red when she heard the word "death" pop out of her grandfather's mouth.She looked at Huazhu and Liao Zicheng timidly, not daring to speak.

The old man turned his head to look at the two of them, and said, "My granddaughter Cui'er."

Hua Zhu smiled friendly: "Miss Cui Er."

Tweety smiled naively: "I'm going to tidy up the house."

The old man welcomed the two into the main room, and poured hot tea in a large clean bowl: "It's meal time, I can't come to the door, after dinner, I will go to Lao Yang's house to get some medicine for my wife. Ma'am, tell me what are your symptoms?"

"Please trouble me to buy some bupleurum cinnamon sticks for me." After Huazhu finished speaking, she took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the old man.

The old man hastily refused: "I can't do it! You two are my saviors, I can't ask for money from you! Old Yang's family is my friend, I'll just cut an extra bundle of firewood for him tomorrow."

Huazhu didn't insist anymore.

Not long after, the house was tidied up, and Liao Zicheng helped Hua Zhu into the back room. A bed, a wardrobe, a table and two benches were all the furniture in the house.

The sheets were patched, but visibly clean and smelled of soap soap.

It is a miracle that such a poor family can afford soap soap.

Hua Zhu's eyes swept away, her throat slid, it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, and it was difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, she had never lived a hard life, and the first time she entered the mountain nest, she really didn't even know where to go.

Looking at Liao Zicheng again, he always looked the same, without any dislike.

As if seeing Huazhu's discomfort, Liao Zicheng hugged her, and said softly: "Experience the hardships of people's livelihood, respected wife of the admiral."

Huazhu chuckled, leaned weakly in his arms, and said half-jokingly: "Yes, the husband sings and the wife follows, wherever the husband is going, the concubine will follow, no complaints or regrets."

Liao Zicheng lowered his head, touched her forehead, and found that it was still very hot, so he filled a water bag with ice-cold water to cool her down physically.

Huazhu was not happy, felt very uncomfortable, and turned her head to avoid it.

"Be obedient." Liao Zicheng held her tightly in his arms, and put the water bag on her forehead.

In fact, Huazhu is not particularly ill, except that she is sore all over, dizzy, and has a poor appetite, but in front of the man she loves, she just wants to take Joe, and she just wants to be sick.

Humming aggrievedly, he raised his weak hand and opened his.

This strength is similar to scratching an itch, how can it be opened?

Liao Zicheng looked at her blushing face and blurred eyes, his eyes darkened: "Actually, there is another way to reduce the fever."

(End of this chapter)