In the following days, Cheng Zhongqian studied knowledge without sleep or food.
In the past, he only read during the day, and stopped reading at night as soon as it got dark, because it was still very dark even if he only lit an oil lamp. Reading for a long time hurt his eyes, and Cheng Zhongqian couldn't stand it.
But these days, he sat at the table and watched for a long time by the weak candlelight.
In such an atmosphere, Lingbao became more motivated to learn. He would often write and draw on the ground with a branch, and then sit on a small bench and chant in a formal manner.
When people in the village are chatting, they will inevitably mention a few words about Cheng Zhongqian, and they will say with emotion: "Students are good. Look at Lingbao. After going to his house, she is now literate. Last time I saw Cheng Dalang teaching her to use
Where’s the writing brush!”
"I look at it. Ling Bao's temperament has changed. He looks like a scholar!"
"Even if something happens in the future, she won't have to worry about finding a job. She has a better future than us."
Zhang glanced at Wu and said deliberately: "No! Let me tell you, some people just have bad eyesight and mistake pearls for fish eyes! Hahahaha."
Wu's face was as black as coal.
Mrs. Zhang groaned and said quickly: "Jin Zi's mother, I'm not talking about you." I'm talking about you, you shameless person!
The others said nothing, but looked at Wu with secret disdain.
During famine years, selling sons and daughters can be seen everywhere.
But now it's not that she can't afford to eat, she actually doesn't want her daughter. That's just a piece of flesh that has fallen off her body!
Anyway, they can't do such a black-hearted thing!
Mrs. Wu left directly. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She walked around to the Cheng family's thatched house and saw Ling Bao reciting poems in the yard. Her heart ached.
But no matter how unbalanced she is, she can't do anything!
"Dahu's wife, what are you doing here?"
The village chief's voice suddenly sounded behind her. Wu, who looked resentful, was startled, forced an ugly smile, and said: "...Village Chief, let me take a look at Youling."
The village chief looked at her strangely and said, "Don't disturb Cheng Langjun's study if you have nothing to do."
The village chief stared at her back and disappeared, then carried the things into the yard.
"Lingbao, Erlang, your aunt has steamed some food for you to try."
Lingbao ran over, got to the small basin and smelled it: "It smells so good!"
"Hahaha, doesn't it smell good? Your aunt is the best at making this." The village chief said to Cheng Yi, "When the time comes, just make some minced garlic and mix it together. It will be delicious."
Cheng Yi took it and took it to the kitchen, poured it into his own basin, and covered it with something.
Ling Bao suddenly asked: "Uncle, what's wrong with your hand?"
The village chief looked down and said casually: "Oh, this, I don't know where it was stabbed."
The skin of the village chief's index finger turned dark red and was abnormally swollen.
"It must be very painful, uncle." Ling Bao showed an unbearable expression. It hurt just to look at it.
The village chief said: "It really hurts a little. It didn't hurt so bad a few days ago, but it has become more and more painful these days. It hurts so much that I can't even sleep well."
No wonder the village chief has dark colors under his eyes.
"If it doesn't get better in a few days, I'll have to ask Lao Sun to take a look at it." The village chief muttered, "It's really strange. I've never been so painful after being pricked before."
Lingbao thought for a while and said, "Uncle village chief, can I take a look?"
Is there anything he shouldn't see? The village chief stretched out his hand without thinking.
Ling Bao carefully held his uncle's hand and took a closer look. Suddenly he said "Hey" and said, "Uncle, have you been pricked by a piece of wood? There is a small wooden thorn in it."
"Let me see."
"It's right here." Ling Bao pointed to him.
Unfortunately, the village chief looked again and again and still didn't see it, but he remembered that he was indeed moving wood that day, and it was probably at that time that he was accidentally pricked.
"Hey, it turns out it's just a small wooden thorn. Then I can go home and let your aunt pick out the needle for me." The village chief said, and it was also because the couple had bad eyesight.
Hearing no response, the village chief lowered his head and saw Ling Bao, who was nodding his cheeks and thinking about something.
"Ah - I remembered it!"
Lingbao suddenly shouted, and before the village chief asked what he was remembering, he said: "Uncle village chief, wait for me, I'll be back soon!"
After saying that, he ran out quickly, and the king followed him dutifully.
Ling Bao searched around, his eyes lit up, he pulled it out and ran back.
The village chief's uncle waited for a while in confusion. When he saw Lingbao running back with a mother-in-law tree in his hand, he asked doubtfully: "Lingbao, do you want to eat this? This one is starting to get a little old."
Lingbao shook his head: "No, village chief uncle, this can cure the injury on your hand."
The village chief was extremely surprised: "Isn't this Grandma Ding? Can wild vegetables also cure diseases?"
Ling Bao said yes, and used a mortar to mash Granny Ding into pieces. She was weak and pounded slowly, so Cheng Yi brought it over to help her.
After mashing it, Lingbao was carefully applied on the village chief’s index finger.
The village chief didn't dare to move at all: "Is this good?"
"Yeah, uncle, the village chief, wait a minute."
After a while, the village chief found to his surprise that the pain in his fingers was no longer so unbearable, and the redness and swelling had disappeared a lot.
"It's amazing!" The village chief turned his hands over and over, smiling with a smile on his dark face, "Lingbao can cure diseases now? It's really amazing."
He wants his grandson to go to school so that he can not only read but also cure diseases. From now on, he won’t even need to call a doctor for any problems, and he can solve them at home!
Ling Bao smiled sheepishly.
When she was watching her mother-in-law Ding's introduction that day, there happened to be a case that was very similar to the village chief's uncle, so she remembered it.
I didn’t expect it to be really useful!
Lingbao was also very excited. She felt so happy that she wanted to cure the village chief's uncle's finger!
This trip is so worth it, the village chief thought with a smile.
After returning, he found that the redness and swelling had subsided a little. The village chief ran out again, dug up a plant of Podium japonica, and applied it with his own hands.
The village chief's wife looked at it so funny that she looked like a child.
Just like this, after a few days, the village chief's fingers were completely swollen and smooth as before.
Lingbao witnessed the magic of her mother-in-law Ding with her own eyes, and became even more enthusiastic about soaking her father with water, but she would never go there while Cheng Zhongqian was reading. The little girl has a long memory.
It made Cheng Zhongqian feel a little uncomfortable, but he soon forgot about it.
Because March has arrived, Cheng Zhongqian is going to the county town to take the exam.
That night, Lingbao had another dream.
In the dream, my father was carrying his schoolbag on his way to the county town. As he passed a certain stretch of road, a man suddenly emerged from the tall grass. He pushed his father to the ground without any explanation and rummaged through his bag.
Dad was very angry and started fighting with the man. Unexpectedly, the man grabbed a stone and hit Dad on the head, causing blood to flow profusely.
The man picked up Dad's bag and ran away. Dad was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, and he soon died.