Chapter 18

For several days in a row, the whole village cleared the road. With Ling Muer, a strong woman, the originally troublesome boulder was easily removed, saving them a lot of time. Five days later, after starving and fainting several villagers, the entrance to Lingjia Village was finally opened. The dark clouds hanging over the heads of the villagers in the village finally dispersed, and the villagers cheered excitedly. At that moment, they forgot the grievances between each other, and were only happy to keep this life.

Maybe God also thinks that the toss is enough. Not long after the intersection was cleared, heavy snow fell for nearly a month and stopped.

Yang has always remembered Ling Dazhi in the city. As soon as the intersection opened, other villagers were busy going to the city to buy food, and Mrs. Yang was busy looking for Ling Dazhi in the city. Ling Muer also wanted to go to the city, but someone at home had to take care of her. Now that the intersection is open, there is no hurry, so Yang Shi went to find Ling Dazhi first, and she stayed to take care of Ling Ziyu.

"Mu'er, should we take the leftover black bear meat to the city to sell, and then buy some food?" Ling Zixuan, who was repairing the gate, looked up at Ling Muer.

Ling Muer cleared the snow in the yard. Now that the heavy snow has stopped suddenly, the snow in the yard is cleared out, so as not to be slippery all the way when the snow melts, so easy to fall.

After hearing Ling Zixuan's words, she said without raising her head: "There is not much black bear meat left. Even if you sell it now, it probably won't sell for much. Mother has been tired for a long time and needs to be replenished. Didn't you find that mother Kiss, is your spirit much better these days? Even if you do coolies every day, you look younger and younger. That's because she often eats meat, which has a recuperating effect on her body, which makes her so energetic."

"You're right. My mother has really become more energetic recently. She used to have a lot of gray hair, but now her hair has become soft and smooth, and the white hair has disappeared." Ling Zixuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to work on his hands. work. "Don't talk about mother, even I have been more energetic recently. My injured leg... seems to be more powerful."

Ling Mu'er said in her heart: It's not because of the black bear meat, but because of the space water.

If you use space water to cook rice every day, the toxins in their bodies will be discharged little by little for a long time, which will have a conditioning effect on their bodies. In the future, the physical fitness of their family will improve, and those medical clinics will not want to make money from their family. Of course, there is an ancient doctor from modern times at home, so there is no need to find another doctor.

The two brothers and sisters are busy finishing the work at home. Ling Mu'er cleaned up the yard and built a chicken coop in the yard. She likes raising small animals. When the winter is over and the weather is no longer so cold, she will have many chickens. Better get another dog. She had a very cute puppy in her previous life. Once a killer lurked into their home, she didn't pay attention for a while, and almost let the killer succeed. It was the puppy she raised that caught the killer's footsteps, which prevented her from dying unexpectedly. Unfortunately it died.

Later she stopped keeping dogs. In her eyes, dogs are the most loyal friends. She didn't want to find another dog to accompany her on adventures. In addition, she still can't forget the dog who saved her in her heart. Now in another world, she wants to have a dog to keep her company. Although there are fathers, mothers, older brothers and younger brothers here, she has a feeling of stealing other people's happiness. If there is a puppy with her, she will feel less lonely in her heart!

"Mu'er, Xuanzi, come and see..." Yang's voice came from outside.

Ling Mu'er looked up, and saw Yang Shi dragging a middle-aged man into the courtyard. There was a bright smile on her face, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

The middle-aged man looked at Yang helplessly. He let her pull him, his eyes were full of connivance and pampering towards Yang. This middle-aged man is none other than the original owner's father.

Since the village entrance was blocked, Ling Dazhi could not go home, nor could he bring his family out. During this period of time, he was in pain every day, and he was literally counting the time to live. He also thought about reporting to the government, but as soon as he entered the government, he heard that the snowstorm was severe, and landslides were encountered in various places. The imperial court also wanted to save him, but they couldn't.

He knew that there was not much food left at home. I usually wait for his wages to live. Now that they have been sealed inside for so long, I don't know if they can survive.

In such painful torment, he finally waited for Mrs. Yang. He was resting in a simple dilapidated temple just now, and when he saw Mrs. Yang come in, he was a little inexplicable.

Ling Zixuan looked at Ling Dazhi excitedly, and called out to him.

Ling Mu'er has the memory of the original owner, and knows that Ling Dazhi is a good father. However, she has never felt the love of a father, and now she is asked to call a strange man, and it is difficult to speak for a while. Fortunately, Ling Dazhi knew that the original owner was introverted, so he usually kept his words to a minimum. Even if she stood there stupidly, Ling Dazhi didn't find it strange.

"I'll go and see August." Ling Dazhi already knew that Ling Ziyu almost died of illness on the way back. He kept thanking God in his heart for not taking his son away. What happened this time also scared him a little. If the intersection remained blocked and the villagers ate up all they could eat, they would starve to death.

As a man, Ling Dazhi felt guilty and painful when he thought of his wife and children suffering such inhuman torture.

Ling Dazhi's voice comforting Ling Ziyu came from the room. Ling Dazhi's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of frightening Ling Ziyu. Ling Muer was a little envious of this family. Although poor, their spirit is rich. Compared with those nobles, their lives are complete.

"Mother." Ling Dazhi called Yang Shi. "I brought back one hundred coins this time. The host was kind and gave me ten catties of white noodles alone. You and the children have suffered. Steam some steamed buns later and let the children eat well!"

"My son's father, there were so many people just now, I can't say something." Seeing so many white noodles, how could Yang be willing to eat them all? They are afraid of poverty and hunger. When they see food, they want to save it and eat it slowly. Besides, they didn't suffer much grievance during this time. Therefore, there are still some things that need to be made clear to him.

Yang pulled Ling Dazhi to a corner, and told about Ling Muer finding food for his family. She said while wiping her tears: "Some people say that a daughter is a caring little padded jacket for parents. Our daughter is really not in vain. You don't know how sensible she is. Father, don't worry about us when you are outside. The children grow up They are old enough to help me share the burden. These two children went to my mother’s house and gave them dozens of catties of meat. There are not many such filial children in the whole village.”

Ling Zixuan chuckled beside him: "Mother, if you praise us again, our tails will go up to the sky."

Yang gave Ling Zixuan an angry look: "Mother is telling the truth. If you have tails, you should go up to the sky."

"Mother, little brother hasn't gotten out of bed for many days. Did you buy any fabrics in the city this time? Let's make clothes for little brother, and then let him get out of bed and walk around." Ling Muer reminded Yang.

Yang patted his forehead, and suddenly said: "How did I forget such an important thing? Fortunately, Mu'er reminded me. I have to get dressed quickly, and then let August get out of bed and move around. I'm really wronged during this time." These children."

Ling Muer followed Yang into the room. She saw Yang take out a piece of clothing from a package. The dress was blue, and the cloth was very rough, and it was not new, but an old dress.

"Is this Dad's clothes?" Ling Muer guessed.

"That's right! Your father met a good owner this time. They not only rewarded your father with flour, but also gave him unwanted clothes. This was your father's before. What your father is wearing now is their employer's. You Dad often walks around outside, so he can't dress too poorly. August is a child again, and he doesn't care about good or bad, so let's use your dad's old clothes for it!"

Of course Ling Muer had no objection. The family has no money left to buy new fabrics, and the clothes they wear are all grown-ups. After she makes money in the future, she will find a way to buy them good fabrics to make new clothes. Let this family get through the most difficult hurdle first.

Ling Muer is not good at making clothes, but it is still possible to trim the edges or do some mending. The ancient medical family she lives in sometimes has a lifestyle closer to ancient times. Although they also have various electrical appliances, their family also left behind many ancient living habits.

"Mu'er, your sewing is good. It seems that our little girl has really grown up." Yang looked up and saw Ling Muer's movements, and greatly praised her.

Ling Muer smiled embarrassedly. She thought for a while, looked at Yang Shi and said, "Mother, did brother tell you about me?"

"What's your business?" Yang asked while doing the work in hand.

"Every night I dream of an old man who teaches me medicine. I want to... try what the old man taught me." Ling Mu'er looked at Yang and said, "Didn't dad bring me some medicine?" A hundred Wen? I want to use this hundred Wen to buy medicine for my brother’s leg.”

The needle in Yang's hand stabbed into his finger. With a low cry, she quickly pulled out the thin needle, and looked up at Ling Muer nervously.

"You mean...your brother's leg injury can still be cured?" Yang said tremblingly.

"Of course. The old grandfather said that my brother's leg injury was not serious at all, but he didn't find a good doctor when he was treated." Ling Muer touched her small face and said: "I have already asked clearly about the method to treat my brother. Just give me For fifty coins, I can buy all the medicines for wound healing. For the remaining fifty coins, I will buy you some food and food for you!"

"If we can really cure your brother, let alone fifty cents, we would be willing to take all the money." Yang said, "But, will it really work? Maybe it's just an ordinary dream."

"I've also thought about this possibility. However, ordinary dreams are intermittent, so it's impossible to be so coherent." Ling Muer said. "Besides, it was that old grandfather who taught me that I was able to find herbs in the mountains to treat my younger brother. It is because my younger brother's illness was cured that I can be sure that old grandfather is real."