The rooster crowed three times, and Dongfang discovered that the postman got up in a hurry and saw that he was sleeping in the corner with straw under his body and an extinguished bonfire next to him. He was a little confused for a moment.
He remembered that a lot of people seemed to have arrived in the middle of the night yesterday, and they were so crowded that the room could not fit in. They also watched a lively performance of cutting meat and treating diseases...
The postman suddenly woke up and looked around. It was quiet. Occasionally there was the sound of mules and horses sneezing and scratching the ground, but there was no loud noise, let alone a noisy crowd.
The ghost market has dispersed at dawn...
Sure enough...is it something evil...?
"Brother, brother, the medicine is ready..."
A man's hoarse shout came from the inn.
The postman hurriedly turned around and saw a man running out from the stove fire and running towards a room carrying a bowl.
A man stood at the door of the house.
"Quickly, feed the third child a drink." He said.
"You're not awake yet? How can you drink?"
"The lady said to use a funnel to fill it..."
There were chaotic voices in the house.
It was not a dream, nor was it caused by evil spirits. The postman exhaled. Last night he really cured a disease and saved a life.
However, can it be saved? It was covered with knives, fire, mold and debris.
When it was daylight, people with this question gathered in the yard. While exchanging information about what happened last night, they also looked into the houses where the military men lived. Those who had loaded their cars had forgotten to go on their way.
"Can it be saved?"
"That's right, if you go through all the trouble like that, you'll lose half your life even if you're not sick..."
There was a lot of discussion in the yard.
In the house, Mr. Chen Si didn't sleep all night. He only leaned a little on the couch and sat up hurriedly when he heard the noise outside.
"How? Is he dead?" he asked.
The boy outside looked in and paused for a moment.
"You didn't say anything, it seems like you just got some medicine," he said.
Mr. Chen Si frowned and smiled a little.
"Is that considered medicine?" he said.
I randomly grabbed a handful of grass, scraped the ashes from the bottom of the pot and other messy things...
"Sir, shall we set off? It's already dawn." the boy asked.
By this time, they were already on the road.
Mr. Chen Si pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Just wait a little longer," he said.
What are you waiting for? The boy was a little confused.
Why are you not in a hurry now?
Time seemed to pass very slowly, the people in the yard became anxious, and the people in the house were pacing back and forth and restless.
"Brother, third brother, can he really be okay?" someone asked.
The leading man sat on the ground, looking at the man who seemed to be sleeping under the quilt, and said nothing.
"Can these things really cure diseases?" Someone else said, unable to help but sit over and reach out to lift up the man's quilt.
The clothes on the man's body have been cut into pieces, with only a few pieces left to cover his shame. The exposed wounds are covered with white and green, which looks particularly scary.
"Hmm..cold..."
Someone murmured.
"It doesn't matter if it's cold, it doesn't matter when..." The man holding the quilt raised his head and shouted angrily, and was stunned mid-sentence.
"What's wrong?" Others noticed something strange about him and asked hurriedly.
"Cold...cold..." the man stammered.
"What are you causing trouble!" The person standing next to him slapped him on the head angrily.
"It's not me who says it's cold." The man shouted, holding his head and loosening the quilt in his hand, "It's the third brother, it's the third brother who says it's cold!"
The room was quiet for a moment.
The leading man suddenly sat upright, clenched his hands tightly on his knees, and stared at the lying man.
"Lao San, how do you feel?" he asked tremblingly.
Everyone else held their breath and stared at the man for a moment, as if a lifetime had passed, or maybe only a breath.
"Well... I'm thirsty..."
A low, weak and hoarse voice sounded.
There was an earth-shattering howl in the house, the windows were shaking, and the people outside almost jumped up in fright.
Then there was a bang, and several men rushed out. Half of the door was knocked down, and it crashed to the ground, shocking the people in the yard again.
"Hey, hey, boy, if you damage the doors and windows, you will have to pay for it!" The postman who was standing in the yard, waiting to see whether he was alive or dead, waved his hands and shouted.
This inn is not big, with two courtyards at the front and back. The howling in front can be heard in the back at the same time.
Mr. Chen Si got up as soon as he turned over.
Is it life or death?
"Sir, those men knelt down in front of my wife's house to say thank you." The young man put his head in and shouted, with a happy face, "I'm awake."
Sure enough? Sure enough?
Mr. Chen Si walked out quickly and saw three men kowtowing towards Jiao Niang's house.
"Don't make any noise." The maid opened the door and said in a low voice with displeasure, "My lady is still asleep."
Several men immediately held their breath and fell silent.
When Mr. Chen Si came to the front, the door of the house where this man lived was crowded with people, everyone vying to look inside.
"Go away, go away, go away."
The men running from the backyard roared fiercely, dispersed the crowd, and led Mr. Chen Si into the house.
On the mat, the man under the quilt was motionless, and two men were clumsily pouring water.
Mr. Chen Si stepped forward to check and saw that the man's face was pale, his eyes were closed and he was breathing rapidly.
Is this... alive?
As if aware of his thoughts, the man suddenly opened his eyes.
Mr. Chen Si couldn't help but raise his body slightly.
The eyes are dark, as if there is light in them.
Just by looking at these eyes, there is no life left at all.
Mr. Chen Si nodded, turned away, and the man closed his eyes again.
Turning around, Mr. Chen Si walked with ease and looked happy. He looked up and saw Cheng Jiaoniang standing in the corridor wearing a cloak.
"Madam, how did you sleep?" He hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile.
Under the hood, Cheng Jiaoniang could only see half of her face, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be curved.
"Maybe it's time to start?" she asked.
It seemed like a sentence without beginning or end, but Mr. Chen Si was slightly startled and felt a little guilty.
"Have you rest, madam? Let's set off," he said.
When the sun rose, the excitement in the yard had dissipated. Although they couldn't see what the man looked like with their own eyes, looking at the joy of several other men, everyone understood that he was indeed saved.
This wonderful event had a beginning and an end. It was sufficient for discussion, and everyone was satisfied and went on their way.
New guests have also been welcomed into the inn, and yesterday's chat has been revealed amidst the noise.
Cheng Jiaoniang walked to the carriage and was stopped by the man following her.
First he kowtowed in thanks, then raised his head, feeling a little ashamed.
"We have no money, so we can only owe the medical fee. Please tell me where you are from, and I will definitely pay it back in the future," he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh.
"No money?" she asked.
The woman's voice was dull and sarcastic, and the three men lowered their heads even further.
"We will pay it back in the future." One of them couldn't help shouting, holding his neck and blushing, seemingly ashamed and angry.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head to look at him.
"If you don't have money, it's not a glorious thing. Why are you so confident?" she said. (To be continued)
