PDLP Chapter 47 Major Users of Ointments
Chapter 47 Major Users of Ointments
The Wen family waited anxiously, but as darkness fell and many prisoners returned, their own family members were still nowhere to be seen. Despite knowing their abilities, they couldn't help but worry.
Only when the four men, uncle and nephew, emerged from the woods, carrying wild game in their hands and on their shoulders, did their family members finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The eldest aunt and third aunt and the others took the wild game and busied themselves preparing it.
After considering various factors, Wenwen and her third uncle took the pheasants and exchanged them for two more pounds of brown rice. Of course, the forced buying and selling continued as before. In order to curry favor with the yamen runners and soldiers responsible for guarding the Wen family, Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin took a few pheasants over as a gesture of goodwill.
Soon, the air above each household was filled with the aroma of meat, as each family had its own way of having a meal together.
The Wen family was no exception; they ate and drank to their hearts' content. Moreover, they had even tried some new dishes, making the whole family even more satisfied.
The children were even more charming: "Our older brothers and sisters are the best; they never come back empty-handed."
"I also brought a lot of fruit."
"My older sister is the best."
"Sister is awesome!"
Wenwen agreed with the compliments on the floral designs; she was indeed fantastic.
However, she also admires the small team at home.
The rocky ground where they were resting tonight was covered with layers of gravel, which couldn't be cleared in a short time, and it was unclear whose idea it was. The small team mustered all their strength, gathered a pile of grass, and spread it on the rocky ground in a thick layer. When they sat down, it was soft and comfortable.
Just look at the children rolling around on the ground; you can tell how much grass they carried back.
Wenwen touched the straw mat she was sitting on, and looked at her family members who were all smiling and chatting as they ate. She felt a warmth in her heart; it felt really good to have the whole family working together towards a common goal.
With their bellies full and stomachs bulging, people inevitably start chatting and joking around. The loud, boisterous conversations nearby are deafening.
The Wen family, on the other hand, fell silent.
The children were all asleep.
Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin silently approached Wenwen.
Without needing any extra words, Wenwen understood with just a glance.
In the darkness, Wenwen took out the original book and encouraged the two brothers to keep trying. At the same time, she distributed cards, giving one to everyone.
The sharp-eyed Yao Changhao noticed the books in the two brothers' hands, nudged Wen Qikang's arm with his elbow, and gestured with his mouth towards the two brothers: What's going on?
Wen Qikang was aware of their actions, so he went over to his family and started talking about what happened in the woods. He went on and on about everything, down to the smallest detail, even describing the bird droppings in a variety of ways, his saliva flying everywhere.
He does not mean that.
Just because Wen Qikang doesn't want to learn doesn't mean others don't want to learn.
There are plenty of men who want to learn martial arts, and it's wonderful that someone has already learned the first few steps and someone is leading the way.
Thus, a temporary argument arose among the men, with neither side willing to give in, each wanting to read the first chapter of the Shedding Shell Technique first, even the blind Wen Qiyuan refused to yield an inch.
Wen Qiyuan also argued confidently: "I definitely have to queue up. I can't see, but you can just read it to me, brother."
Wen Qilin: Who said I was going to read it to you? You're quite good at making arrangements.
Fearing that their quarrel would displease the yamen runners, Grandfather Wen hurriedly spoke up to quell the situation, "Stop arguing, do you want people to know? You're all idiots!"
Ultimately, it is done according to seniority, and women who want to learn can also take turns.
The men of the Wen family all flocked together to learn the "Shedding Shell Technique" cards.
After going through many twists and turns, the card containing the tattered book ended up in the hands of Wen Yuanqian, the grandfather of the Wen family.
Wen Qikang was a little dumbfounded when he saw how enthusiastic everyone was about this "shell-shedding skill".
Yao Changhao nudged his arm: "Let's switch tomorrow. I'll go with Dalang, Erlang, and Wen'er to find food, and you stay home with the squad nearby. How about that?"
Wen Qikang suddenly felt a sense of crisis: How was it? Of course not! It turned out that there were many people competing for his logistics position. Today, he was watching Da Lang, Er Lang, and Wen'er practice, and he missed a great opportunity. It was like sitting on a mountain of gold and silver without knowing it, and discarding it like worn-out shoes. This made him regret it very much.
Wen Qikang's regret was something he couldn't share with anyone, so he could only silently pray to himself.
Wenwen never expected that the "Holding Up the Rake" duo would soon welcome a new member.
Regardless of what happened to the boys, Wenwen and her teacher remained unaffected and continued their studies as usual.
Wenwen's learning progress was unprecedented, incredibly fast. Who could understand the bitterness in the teacher's heart?
This kid will eventually have his brain stem drained.
In truth, the Master also had some thoughts about that "Shedding Shell Technique," but he wanted to maintain his reputation as a Master and appeared unaffected on the surface. In his heart, however, he was in turmoil, thinking about finishing this matter as soon as possible so he could join the queue.
"Okay, that's all for today!"
"Okay, thank you, Master."
Wenwen finished her homework and looked at her family. Everyone had flashcards and was studying diligently. No matter how much they understood or absorbed, their attitude towards learning was serious, and that was enough.
One person getting rich first can help others get rich later.
One person starts rolling, which motivates the whole family to roll too.
One day, her family will be even more entangled than she is.
She has this confidence.
Although Wenwen was thinking about random things, she didn't forget the herbs her second aunt wanted.
He groped around in the dark, took out an earthenware pot and some herbs, and handed them to his second aunt.
"Wow, so many! Wen'er, thank you for your hard work."
"Second Aunt, you're too kind. Please use it as you like. If you need more, just let me know and I'll find a way to help you."
Wenwen moved closer and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you need valuable medicinal herbs, I have some."
Ye's hand holding the earthenware pot trembled. "If that's true, then Second Aunt won't be so polite."
Wenwen tilted her head and smiled mischievously, "Don't be so polite!"
Mrs. Ye laughed and tapped her forehead with her finger, "Naughty!"
Ye didn't stand on ceremony any longer and quickly picked out some herbs from the pile and began to slowly boil them.
Wenwen stood beside her, asking questions from time to time, and Mrs. Ye was very patient, explaining as she did it.
By midnight, Ye had prepared a considerable amount of healing ointment, enough for the whole family to use for four or five days.
She then started picking out some different herbs.
Wenwen guessed from the herbs she had chosen, "Second Aunt, what are you planning to brew?"
Without further ado, Madam Ye said directly, "It looks like your father's leg is half broken. I blame myself for not being skilled enough. We need to find a doctor to take a closer look when we get to town tomorrow. I'll brew some painkillers first."
"Thank you, Second Aunt."
"You silly girl, don't thank me. We're family."
Looking at the earthenware pot on the stove, Wenwen suddenly felt that the ten taels of silver were well worth the money, and she didn't feel so bad about it anymore.
As night gradually deepened, the chatter of the yamen runners and soldiers in the distance had not yet faded away.
The herbal medicine was finally ready.
"Wen'er, next, I need to brew the antidote soup. I can only cure half of the poison your second uncle suffered from. We'll still need to find a doctor when we get to town."
"Don't worry, Auntie. I will learn from you. Uncle will be alright, and our family will be alright too."
"Yes, yes, everything will be alright at home."
The two encouraged each other, their soft whispers scattering on the ground in the autumn night breeze.
No one has lost faith; everyone is full of hope.