"I didn't say anything even after a long time of noise. If you pat your shoulder, you will kick me to death?" The old man turned around and walked back.

"Wait," Wu Dongfang quickly followed the old man, "Is that one just now a ghost?"

"I know, I still ask." The old man said casually.

"I didn't expect this thing to be true." Wu Dongfang was still scared.

"There are so many here." The old man stepped into the door.

"There are so many?" Wu Dongfang hurriedly followed in. He originally wanted to go out to relieve his wounds, but he didn't want to pee after sweating all over.

"There are too many people who die, and there will always be ghosts." The old man said.

Wu Dongfang was still in shock and raised his hand to touch his arms. When he touched it, he remembered that the bottle was stuffed into a bundle of herbs in the corner of the wall. He walked over and found it, sat on the ground and drank to suppress his shock.

"Have you ever encountered something similar?" Wu Dongfang asked the old man who was lying back on the bed. The old man had just taken out a wooden sign, which showed that he knew what the female ghost came over to do.

"Really, this is quite sensible. Those who are ignorant will come directly into the house." The old man said casually.

Wu Dongfang was already in shock. When he heard the old man's words, he immediately felt his scalp explode and his back felt chilled, "Will they harm people?"

"Some do, some don't," said the old man.

"If they harm people, what will they do?" Wu Dongfang wiped his sweat.

"Trip your neck, bite your face, seduce you to hang yourself, and become ugly and scare you." The old man said.

"How to deal with them?" Wu Dongfang asked anxiously.

"Peeing at them, or shaving their hair, it will attract ghosts. If the hair is shaved, the ghost will not see you." said the old man.

"Damn it, do you?" Wu Dongfang realized that the old man was teasing him.

"Hahahaha," the old man successfully teased Wu Dongfang, very proud, "Don't worry, these are all new dead ghosts, confused and can't harm anyone."

Wu Dongfang was angry, but he couldn't help but ask, "What will he do next after getting the wooden sign?"

"I will take it back to my place to live," said the old man.

"What then?" Wu Dongfang asked again.

"Then you will realize that you are dead, and then you will send the sick card back." The old man said.

When Wu Dongfang saw the old man scaring him again, he turned over and lay down, and no longer paid attention to him.

No matter how good the psychological quality is, people can't stand being frightened by such a serious shock. Wu Dongfang felt cold all over lying on the ground. Fortunately, he drank all the remaining wine, and then he felt warmth on his body.

It was not long after that, and someone knocked on the door. Wu Dongfang got up and opened the door. He saw a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman standing outside the door.

Before Wu Dongfang could speak, the man handed over a wooden sign.

"Where did it come from?" Wu Dongfang stared at the wooden sign without stretching out his hand. This wooden sign was naturally the one that was taken away by a ghost last night.

"It was she picked it up at the door. She was very sick." The man said.

"Did someone die in your room last night?" Wu Dongfang looked at the woman.

The woman nodded.

"I'll be yours today." Wu Dongfang waved his hand.

The two of them thanked happily and left with wooden signs.

"The slave who wants to have a sick card is here. You go and divide it, I don't care." Wu Dongfang shouted to the old man.

"I don't care, let them stand outside." The old man stretched.

Seeing that the old man refused to go, Wu Dongfang had to take the wooden sign and walked out. At this time, there were only three wooden signs left. He didn't listen to the old man, and gave the person who was most injured. Between the right one and what he wanted to do the most, he chose what he wanted to do the most.

After getting up, Wu Dongfang continued to cut and grind herbs, and after grinding one, he grinds another, which is to cure typhoid fever. Since the jars where the medicine powder is stored are the same, he was worried that he remembered it wrongly, so he used charcoal to write trauma and typhoid fever on the jars respectively.

"What is this?" The old man became interested in these words.

"Writing." Wu Dongfang answered casually.

"What is the text?" the old man asked curiously.

"A mark." Wu Dongfang said.

"What do these two words mean?" the old man asked.

"Take it." Wu Dongfang walked to the brazier and sat down to cook the fire.

"Where are these two?" the old man asked again.

Wu Dongfang looked back and said, "Wind and Cold."

"Can this be marked in words?" the old man pointed at the table.

"Yes." Wu Dongfang picked up charcoal and wrote the word "table" on the ground.

"Where is this?" the old man pointed to the stool again.

Wu Dongfang nodded and wrote "Stool."

"Can everything be marked in words?" the old man came over.

"You can not only mark things, but also mark things." Wu Dongfang nodded.

"What did you think of?" the old man asked.

Wu Dongfang borrowed the old man's words, "You don't understand even if you say it."

"Can you teach me this kind of text?" the old man discussed.

The success aroused the old man's curiosity, and Wu Dongfang began to take revenge, "Why teach you?"

The old man thought for a while, "How about this, you teach me to mark and I teach you medical skills?"

"Okay, it's OK, but only I understand this kind of mark, and it's useless if you learn it." Wu Dongfang said.

"It's very useful, it's used to mark things, so don't worry about being confused." The old man said.

"Okay." Wu Dongfang nodded in agreement.

The old man moved more than a dozen things to the ground, asked Wu Dongfang to write them down in words, then covered them up, drove Wu Dongfang to the opposite side, disrupting the order of the dozen things, asking Wu Dongfang to write them down in words, and finally drove Wu Dongfang to the corner, connecting the words on both sides with a thread, making sure that everything could match, so that Wu Dongfang was completely relieved.

Now the two of them have something to do. The old man pointed to the sky and the earth, pointed to the east and the west, and Wu Dongfang wrote it down one by one, and then the old man memorized it by rote. Seeing his difficulty in memorizing, Wu Dongfang gave him an idea, "You are too slow and easy to mess around. If you say a fixed number of words, I will mark it for you. If you compare it with that passage, it will be easy to remember these words."

The old man recited a prescription and Wu Dongfang wrote it to him on the table. The old man looked like a treasure and stared at the table for a day.

It was the same thing at night. After seeing the patient off, the old man started staring at the table again. Although this guy was old, he was meticulous. In order to prevent one mistake, he picked a few words from the middle and compared the pronunciation to let Wu Dongfang confirm whether there were any errors in the text, so as to ensure that the words he remembered correspond to the pronunciation and things.

In order to express his gratitude to Wu Dongfang, the old man went out in the evening and brought him a broken quilt. Wu Dongfang smelled it and confirmed that it was not obtained from the slaves, so he accepted it with peace of mind.

When he woke up, Wu Dongfang found that the old man had not slept all night, and the whole ground was filled with crooked words.

In the early morning, the mute girl came, holding the wooden sign Wu Dongfang gave her the eve of the past.

"Let her take it for a few more days." Wu Dongfang said.

The girl shook her head and handed the wooden sign to Wu Dongfang.

"What happened?" Wu Dongfang found that the girl's expression was wrong and her eyes were swollen.

When Wu Dongfang asked, the girl started crying, her tongue was gone, and her crying was chaotic, but it could be heard that she was very sad.

"She is dead?" Wu Dongfang asked.

The girl nodded, stuffed the wooden sign into Wu Dongfang's hand, bowed at him, turned around and ran away.

"You have done a good deed and used a good prescription!" Wu Dongfang threw the wooden sign at the old man who was lying on the ground and writing.

"It has nothing to do with me, you killed her." The old man used a charcoal stick to push the wooden sign aside.

"What does it mean?" Wu Dongfang asked with a frown.

"You shouldn't let her hold the sick card all the time, otherwise other slaves would be jealous of her." The old man didn't look up.

"You mean she was killed by another slave?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"Do you still feel pity for them now?" the old man nodded.

"Damn it." Wu Dongfang turned around and walked out.

"You have killed one, and you still want to kill that mute?" the old man said in the room.

Wu Dongfang stopped.

"Divid the sick card," said the old man.

Wu Dongfang took a deep breath to calm his emotions, then returned to the house, took the wooden sign and distributed it to everyone. When he distributed the wooden sign, he was no longer as he was the previous two days, because he knew that the wooden sign could not help his life, and resting for a day was useless. After a long rest, the rest of the patient would not be able to kill the patients before he recovered.

The old man was fascinated by words and lay on the ground all day long to write and draw. He was very smart and found that words were composed of some fixed strokes, so he began to try to decompose memories.

There were very few injured slaves today. The two of them finished early. The old man continued to practice calligraphy. Wu Dongfang took two jars to the area where the slaves lived to deliver medicine to them. He wanted to see what the slaves were doing after they got off work, and he was also worried about the girl who had no tongue.

The places where this group of slaves live are divided into two areas: north and south. There are more houses in the south area, with fewer houses in the north area and women living in it. Wu Dongfang went to the south area first and found that most of the slaves were in the house, and only a few were wandering outside.

These wandering people were holding wooden sticks in their hands and looked like prison guards, but they were not soldiers, but slaves.

Seeing Wu Dongfang coming, these people gathered around to say hello to him. Wu Dongfang ignored them and asked them one by one if there were any injured or sick people, and then gave them different medicines. In addition, according to the slaves' narrative, they recorded several other multiple diseases and gave them some medicines tomorrow.

Outside a house in the middle of the southern district, he saw what the old man said about. Compared with other thin slaves, this slave was very strong, over two meters tall and weighed more than 180 kilograms. His nose was a bit deformed, which should be the result of being bitten by the girl. However, what the old man said was wrong. Although the girl bit the man's nose, she did not bite it completely.
To be continued...