The bamboo stick kept hitting the wall, making a crisp sound, stirring up the mist in the alley, adding a bit of winter chill to Longyuan City, which had not yet awakened.
Suddenly, the bamboo stick did not touch the wall. The feeling was that of clothing material.
The owner of the bamboo stick squatted down while holding on to the wall, and touched the warm face of a young woman.
"Girl, are you okay?" The hoarse voice seemed to have been sharpened by rough stones.
Yu Qiansi frowned and opened her eyes with all her strength, and suddenly saw a strange face.
There were two black holes on the face, and the skin around the eye sockets spread into the eye sockets like withered tree roots.
Coupled with the mist surrounding her and the strange sound, it sounded like a ghost walking around.
As if hearing the silent surprise of the woman in front of her, the blind girl smiled: "Are you injured? Can you still walk?"
Yu Qiansi nodded, then remembered that she couldn't see.
"I can leave. The little beggar in the city said that if you know some medical skills, I can pay you some silver and ask you to make some medicine for me."
Thinking of his rudeness just now, Yu Qiansi's tone became more respectful: "Excuse me, how should I address you?"
"No matter what title I have, I always call the old woman 'blind woman'."
Yu Qiansi glanced at the blind woman's neck under the worn winter clothes: "Then I'll help you."
"Why are you not yours?" The blind woman shook her head, not knowing what she thought of: "If you feel uncomfortable, just call me 'Mo Niang'."
Yu Qiansi straightened up while supporting the wall, and followed Mo Niang into the courtyard.
"Girl, are you separated from your servant?" After the blind woman entered the house, she accurately pointed to the bamboo chair on the left. When she heard the bamboo chair creaking, she put down her bamboo stick and took three steps to the left.
Turning to the right, he took out medicinal wine and other items from the cabinet, turned around and placed them on the small table next to the bamboo chair.
"How do you say this?"
"The girl's official words are very pleasant, and her skin is elastic, but she is wearing a beggar's clothes. She even poured swill on her clothes to hide from her enemies——"
Mo Niang's hand touched Yu Qiansi's injury, and she heard only a suppressed scream.
"——This injury?" Mo Niang was stunned, "It was actually an arrow..."
The wound already had some signs of cracking, but it was still covered with a layer of smelly black mud and some moss at the bottom.
This made Mo Niang a little curious and wanted to see what the wound looked like.
"I'm sorry, my enemy is a bit difficult to deal with and I have caused trouble for you. If you..." Yu Qiansi looked pale and smiled. He was about to stand up but was pushed back again.
Yu Qiansi knew that she couldn't see, so he slowed down his voice and said softly: "I am not playing hard to get, but I can understand your concerns. My origin is unknown. If I am a bad person, I will indeed bring endless disasters."
"Be it an official or a bandit, in my eyes, everything is life." The blind woman said, took a clean cloth, dipped it in medicinal wine and wiped it carefully. She said slowly: "But I, I don't believe it.
life."
Yu Qiansi's whole body was tense with pain, she gritted her teeth, and after a long moment of recovery, she finally realized that what Mo Niang had just said was that this fate was not that fate.
"Do you often rescue people?" Yu Qiansi tried to divert his attention and asked through gritted teeth.
"Old lady, when I'm in a good mood, I like to do good deeds." Mo Niang snorted, pointed at Yu Qiansi, and almost poked her eyes with her fingers: "You are lucky, old lady, I am very happy today."
"Aren't you afraid of becoming Mr. Dong Guo?"
Mo Niang raised her head and laughed, and her hearty laughter echoed in the small room. After a long time, she lowered her head and continued to clean the wound: "These are the only things in the old woman's room. If anyone really wants to take them, a few broken copper plates can be used."
It's not worth arguing with him to the death. The old woman is blind, she saved someone, and he took something, so he won't kill the old woman, right?"
"You are quite open-minded."
The wound was finally cleaned, and Yu Qiansi breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't realize that there was anything wrong with what he just said. He only felt that half of his back was burning. It seemed that the moss did not block the dirty mud and infected the wound.
Mo Niang laughed heartily again: "What you said is quite right, old lady. The only good thing about me is that I can be open-minded when things happen!"
As she said that, she pointed to her dark eye sockets, and Yu Qian apologized profusely. Looking at Mo Niang who could only express her emotions through her mouth, she felt a little sad and even more admirable.
Mo Niang patted her: "Okay, you can rest. Give me the money and I'll get some medicine. Don't worry, I often buy medicine. No one will ask me."
Yu Qiansi hurriedly handed the entire money bag to Mo Niang. Mo Niang poured the money inside on the table and stuffed the money bag back into her arms. She only touched a small piece of broken silver and copper plates in the pile.
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After Mo Niang left, Yu Qiansi leaned on the back of the chair and looked around. Although the small house was dilapidated, it was also kept very clean and tidy.
The corners of everything were wrapped with cotton cloth, and wooden wedges were placed under the tables and chairs. Just like the bamboo chairs under me, they were neatly stuck in fixed positions.
Yu Qiansi shook his head. He couldn't tell what Mo Niang did for a living from the furnishings in the room. It looked more like an old inn.
While I was thinking, I heard the sound of Mo Niang's bamboo stick.
So fast? I didn’t bother to pay attention when I came here. Is there a pharmacy nearby?
Mo Niang came back humming a tune, walked in and threw a pack of hot meat buns to her, walked out again, sat under the window, made a fire and cooked medicine, it was so lively.
"Mo Niang, what do you do when you are in a bad mood?" Yu Qiansi ate the meat buns, raised her head and asked outside the window.
The skin on her neck is visible. Mo Niang is not very old, but her hands are withered and gray, like someone who is accustomed to exerting strength.
She calls herself an old woman, but she is no stranger to allusions, and she actually talks like a person who has read a book.
Mo Niang laughed again, remembering what she had just said about "being in a good mood and doing a good deed", and felt that this woman was particularly interesting.
"Old woman can do anything." Mo Niang shook the cattail leaf fan in her hand and accidentally touched the medicine stove, almost burning herself.
"Live or dead, as long as someone is looking for me, I am willing to work as an old woman." She threw away the cattail leaf fan, pulled off a piece of her clothes and started fanning it on fire: "Before, I cooked all the meals for the guardians of Yizhuang in eight villages and ten miles away. One meal a day.
Back and forth, don’t delay things! But now it can’t be done, and I don’t like it anymore.”
"I'll do it." Yu Qiansi stood up and moved to the window, picked up the cattail leaf fan on the ground, and thought of what she just said: "Because you are afraid of dying?"
"What's so scary about the dead? The old woman is afraid of the living!"
Mo Niang leaned against the wall and said furtively: "It's okay to die of illness in a foreign country, but those who die suddenly will always have some trouble. It's easy to get into trouble when dealing with these things. For example, if you are close to Longyuan City,
The town where the imperial mausoleum is located, the one with the wooden bridge! People in that town had a dispute before over how to build a bridge over the river..."
The cattail leaf fan in Yu Qiansi's hand stopped for a moment. She had been to that town just two days ago.
Maybe Mo Niang was talkative, or maybe she was in a good mood today. Until Yu Qiansi finished drinking the medicine and sat back on the bamboo chair in a daze, Mo Niang was still telling her about what happened in that town.
A murder case.
After taking the decoction, her whole body felt warm, and the meat buns she had eaten earlier turned into a soft song, urging her to slowly fall into sleep.
