Eight hundred and twentieth chapters drink medicine
The sour and smelly heavy rain was still falling, there were only two straight ruts on the muddy dirt road, the grass on the roadside had long since died, and the thick fog was still thick enough to make it hard to see.
The boy was running, and finally at a certain moment he saw the dead stone monument.
The words on the stone tablet could no longer be seen clearly, but the familiar scene still made the young man feel somewhat relaxed. With the coordinates in his memory, he quickly found his way back to the village.
After taking a breath, the young man dragged his tired body and slowly pushed open the wooden door of his home.
"Ahem, Fang Yuan is back. Come and eat."
The wooden door is closed, blocking out the thick fog outside.
"Mom, why don't you light the lamp? Master Chen just paid me my salary two days ago, and we can still light the candle."
Even though he said this, the young man still went out to the kitchen to boil some medicine before he came back and lit the lamp.
The dim light was lit, the white candle began to shed tears, and the boy's face was illuminated by the light, like an exaggeration in an oil painting.
"I know, I know, come here for dinner. It's hard to go to the city to buy medicine. There are a lot of wars these days. If we don't get into trouble here, life will be difficult."
The young man put the candle on the corner of the table and said with a smile: "That's not a bad thing. Your son has skills and a lot of strength. Even if he is captured by the people in the city and becomes a soldier, he can still build a career."
"Nonsense, with your skinny appearance, how could the adults be willing to capture you as a soldier? Wouldn't that cause trouble for them?"
The water dripped from nowhere and dripped onto the dusty table, rolling into small mud balls.
"Is it leaking? When the rain stops, I'll repair the roof." The young man seemed to have remembered the medicine he had picked up. Now he looked at it in the dim light of the candle lamp and found that nothing strange had dripped into it, so
He breathed a sigh of relief, handed the bowl in his hand to his mother, and said with a smile: "Mom, it's time to drink the medicine."
The withered palm covered with corpse spots took the bowl filled with medicine and said in a hoarse voice: "You, don't just think about mom. Eat quickly. Let's see how thin you have become. If you continue like this, I'm afraid you'll lose weight."
It’s time to be malnourished.”
The young man shook his head: "I want to watch mom drink the medicine before I eat."
In the darkness that the candlelight could not reach, two pale green eyes seemed to light up.
"Fang Yuan, you're naughty again. Ahem, okay, okay, mom, drink this medicine so you don't have to worry."
The flame of the candle lamp kept flickering until the boy heard the sound of drinking medicine.
However, the sound of drinking the medicine was too eager, like a cow chewing a peony.
"Mom, don't burn it."
The bowl in the darkness was pushed over, and the sound of swallowing medicine disappeared.
"Fang Yuan, Mom has already drank the medicine. Can you have a good meal now? You haven't had a meal with me for a long time. You must be missing Mom's skills." The arms covered with death spots combined many delicious farm dishes.
The dish was pushed in front of the young man, as if he was reciprocating the courtesy and treating the other person in his own way.
"Mom, you are really confused. Have you forgotten what the doctor said? You need to take more medicine and add one bowl every day. Look, my son has already prepared it for you."
The young man pushed out another bowl of medicinal soup. Whether intentionally or not, the palm that looked like a dead man seemed to tremble before he took the young man's medicine.
"Mom is confused. It turns out there is another bowl. Look at my memory. I am really dissatisfied!"
I remembered the gurgling sound of medicine being poured in again, this time it seemed a little faster, as if there was a sense of urgency spreading.
The candle flame began to sway again, as if being blown by something unknown.
"Mom, you don't have to drink so fast, there's another bowl here."
The boy didn't wait for the mother opposite to finish drinking before pushing the medicine over.
The sound of cows drinking from the opposite side suddenly stopped, and it seemed like time was frozen for a moment, but soon everything started to flow again.
"There's another bowl left." The voice of the person drinking the medicine on the other side was obviously much softer, as if he suddenly discovered the sweetness of the medicine.
However, the candle flame became more and more swaying, as if at this moment, the thing was sticking to the candle flame and blowing it.
The dim candlelight was cast into a green halo, as if it had been polluted by something.
"Mom, this fish soup is so delicious, but why don't I remember we raised fish at home?"
The mother opposite wanted to speak, but she shut up the next moment because the vegetable bowl that was filled with fish soup and fish had been filled with medicinal soup by the boy and then pushed in front of her.
"Mom, the doctor said this time that you need to drink more medicine so that you can get better quickly. Before, it was because you drank less that your body became weaker and weaker."
"Ahem, mom has drank it all, and she has lived up to her son's filial piety." The lights returned to normal, and the mother drank all the medicinal soup and went back to the house to rest. The only sound in the room was the boy cleaning up the dishes.
"The medicine in the city is getting worse and worse. From now on, we can only try our luck in mass graves." The young man sighed, but for the sake of his mother's health, he decided to bravely venture into dangerous places.
"Let's buy some candles first." After packing everything, the boy didn't have time to rest, so he took an oil-paper umbrella and went out.
During this meal time, the whole village is quiet, and some lights are not even turned on, as if there is no one at all. However, if you stick to the wooden doors carefully and listen carefully with your ears, you may feel the excitement of eating.
sound.
"Most of the village is poor, and the young people have all gone to join the army. He is too weak to meet the requirements for joining the army, so he can only learn carpentry from Master Chen in order to get ahead and have a good future."
"Is there anyone there? Open the door!"
The sound of eating inside the wooden door stopped suddenly, as if the pause button had been pressed.
"who?"
"I, Fang Yuan, am here to buy candles."
The young man clung to the wooden door and heard some sparse voices: "This kid is not dead yet, isn't his life too hard? Our ghost candle is the treasure of the store, it is rare and there is nothing we can do about him?"
"He's here again, and there are only three ghost candles left. If I give them to him this time, how will we spend New Year's Eve three days later?"
"It's hard to make a meal without rice. Without materials, we really can't make new candles, but this guy is tough. Since our sustainable development plan is broken by him, let him help us collect raw materials. This will be a win-win situation."
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The young man knocked on the door again, interrupting the whispers inside.
The owner of the shop opened the door. He still held the chopsticks in his hand, but they were covered with dust, as if they hadn't been used for a long time. It felt like he was hiding something.
"Why are you here again? You've run out of candles?" The shop owner was a little impatient. The more he looked at the boy, the more irritated he felt, as if there was kerosene burning in his stomach.
"Three candles, this is money, the price is set on the first day, no price increase is allowed."
The young man was quite serious and his attitude was like that of a robber.
"There's only one left. Without materials, we can't make a candle."
"Huh? Didn't you say you bought it from the factory in that kind of business? Why did you do it yourself now? You want to lie to me!"
The young man was not calm. The candle in his hand flickered with a faint green light, as if he wanted to eat up the shop owner in front of him.
"Don't bring the candle so close to me." The shop owner yelled and backed away two meters. Then he calmed down, but his whole body was a little frightened.
"I dare to say that you are a candle maker, please hand over the formula."
The young man approached the shop owner step by step. As if the candle in his hand was stimulated, it lit up a meter-high flame, which almost burned the young man's hair.
Not only did the young man's expression remain calm, but he also had a ferocious smile on his face: "It seems that he likes you too! He looks so excited that he almost swallowed you up."
The shop owner's eyes widened in horror, looking at the one-meter-high flame. He couldn't believe that the flame could be emitted by a small candle. This simply subverted his cognition.
"Don't try to fool me, and don't try to delay time. Hand over the formula quickly, otherwise, I will burn you to death."
The young man looked at the candle that was crying rapidly, and felt heartbroken. But at this moment, he had no choice. His mother's illness could only be relieved with medicine and stone, and your medicine was of little use anymore, so the only thing he could rely on was to go to Chaos.
Trying his luck in the mass graves, and if he wants to survive in the mass graves, he must have candles.
Originally he planned to buy a lot of them, but he found that the other party only had a few of three. When he was cornered, he had no choice but to act boldly and make this decision.
"The things are with me, don't hurt him." A fat woman ran out in a hurry, holding three candles in her left hand and a book in her right hand.
However, the woman seemed to be afraid of the candlelight and did not dare to come closer. However, everyone would be afraid, after all, the one-meter-high candlelight looked quite scary.
The young man was really happy. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. It seems that this method still works.
"Throw the things at my feet." The young man kept all the money he had with him, then turned around and left with the things he bought.
The black book looks heavy, but is very light in the hand, especially on the way home.
The oil-paper umbrella had many holes scratched by the rain, so it could no longer be used and had to be thrown away.
However, the young man was very happy. He had grasped the manufacturing method, which meant he had grasped a business chain. If he wanted to sell candles in the future, there would be a way for him.
"Fang Yuan, are you back? Go to bed quickly. Don't talk about it at night. It's dangerous outside."
The mother coughed twice and was very concerned about her son's comfort, but what she was more concerned about was that her son didn't bring her any medicine this time, right?
"Isn't that okay? The medicine has been used up. Mom will still need to take medicine tomorrow morning. I will try my luck tonight and I will definitely bring the medicine back."
The young man packed up and took the few candles and the manufacturing book with him.
He took a cursory look at the book, and found that the content was all-encompassing. It was not just about how to make candles, but only how to make candles was written in words he could understand. Although the other words were familiar, he seemed to be able to read them.
It seemed like I understood, but it seemed like a thick layer of fog was rising, and I couldn't see clearly.
But just being able to understand how to make candles was already an unexpected blessing, so he didn't expect anything else.
Taking the candle with him, the young man set off, leaving his warm home and heading towards the mass grave.