Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Ghosts in the Mountains.

Someone was watching her from the window.

In other words, it's a venomous snake that remains cold even in the sun, making people tremble and shiver.

Zhang Jingxian pretended not to notice and looked at Dr. Meng sincerely.

Of course, Doctor Meng would not refuse such a reasonable request. He agreed immediately and opened the Xuedao map he carried with him for her to observe.

It took Zhang Jingxian quite some effort to master these in her previous life, but at this moment, she only took a look at it once and took out a piece of black charcoal from the kitchen, and drew the meridians by comparing it with the Xuedao diagram.

Doctor Meng praised her intelligence and demonstrated to her how to use the needle. She followed his instructions and soon mastered it. She then tried to insert the needle into a few acupuncture points without making any mistakes.

Now, Doctor Meng almost thought she was a medical genius. He praised her repeatedly and wanted to make an exception and accept her as his female disciple.

"When I hold a silver needle, I always think of sewing clothes, so I learn faster." Zhang Jingxian blushed embarrassedly. In fact, in her previous life, she had to prick herself with countless needles before gradually understanding the mystery of acupuncture.

"Yeah, I didn't think of this." Doctor Meng muttered to her and told her that he would come again tomorrow, and asked her to remember to boil a bowl of the medicine he brought with her after every meal for her to take.

"Well, I will make sure my husband takes the medicine on time. Doctor Meng, take care." Zhang Jingxian saw him to the gate of the courtyard and picked a few almost ripe peaches from her own peach tree and put them into his backpack.

At this time, it was approaching dusk.

While she was preparing dinner, she was boiling medicine in a clay pot. It was not until Xie Yun drank the bitter medicine with an expressionless face that Zhang Jingxian mentioned that Doctor Meng had taught her acupuncture.

"Don't worry, my dear. With daily acupuncture and regular medication, your leg injury will definitely heal." She placed the plums pickled in honey next to his hand, considerate and careful.

Xie Yun did not accept her kindness, and did not even glance at the pottery bowl that exuded a sweet fragrance. He stared at this inconsistent peasant girl for a long time, and suddenly asked her what she wanted.

"Your Excellency is of high status. Since you know what's going on in the army, you must have the energy to find my cousin and his family. I'm doing my utmost to take care of you, asking nothing in return. I only hope that once you've regained your memory, you'll offer your protection to my cousin and the villagers."

Zhang Jingxian spoke her true feelings with anticipation on her face. She would not only pave the road in the yard with wooden boards, but also give him acupuncture and make medicine for him, and cook meals according to his preferences. Everything would suit his wishes.

Considering her life-saving grace, it is not too much to exchange it for the consideration of her cousin and others.

There was a chirping sound of birds outside the house. Perhaps the yellow oriole that flew to the mountains during the day had returned to its nest.

Xie Yun didn't know how long she had been brewing these words, but even though she made him irritated and unhappy, all her actions only benefited him and had no harm, right?

He responded coldly, but when he saw the joy in her eyes, he couldn't help but mock her and pour a bucket of cold water on her.

"There's no problem protecting your cousin, but when the war will end and when he can return, Ah Xian can only rely on fate. If you can't get married in five years, ten years, or even twenty years, don't be sad."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingxian widened her eyes slightly, feeling a little unbelievable that she actually felt that she wanted to marry her cousin.

However, she then thought that having such a misunderstanding might not be a bad thing, so as to prevent his confidants from mistaking her for being tactless.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of waiting."

The yellow oriole pecked at the red bean cake and flew in with its gratitude. It was the berries that Zhang Jingxian had eaten last time.

A small, round berry fell into her palm, and she smiled and handed it to the man opposite her whose expression suddenly turned gloomy.

"My dear, try it, it's very sweet."

Xie Yun put the berries into his mouth, and the juice that came out of his chewing was like blood, bright and eye-catching.

He laughed lightly, his thin lips were red, like a ghost walking eerily in the mountains.

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At night, the villagers of Xishan Village gathered at Zhang Shuanghu's house. Several candlesticks made of wax burned quietly, and everyone's face was excited and excited.

Thirteen young people have had no news for four years, and now they finally have a little hope. Everyone in the village doesn't want to cry bitterly.

Among these people, there is one from the Zhang family, one from the Zheng family, and the remaining eleven people, even if they are not their biological children, are nephews who have close relationships with them.

"Fortunately, Ah Xian told Shuanghu the news, and Shuanghu, you told us."

"It's good to be alive. They will come back one day. As long as we don't receive the pension money."

"No, what if that nobleman is lying? We've all been deceived. Besides, the lives of ordinary people like us are worthless. Even if there is a chance, the relief money and food will probably not fall into our hands."

"That's right, I have never heard anyone in the county mention the issue of pension money and food." The village elder looked solemn. He had no way of confirming the truth of the news, but he could not inquire about this matter from the county.

Everyone has selfish desires, even he himself is no exception, right?

"If this causes trouble and angers the county magistrate, our village will be in trouble. Shuanghu, what do you think?"

The village elders asked Zhang Shuanghu for his opinion. Pingniang was from the Liu family, so if he married Pingniang, he could also be considered a member of the Liu family. In comparison, although the Zheng family claimed to be descendants of the aristocracy, Zheng Fu's status in the village was not as high as Zhang Shuanghu's.

"Uncle, Ah Xian is right. If we ask in every village whether there is any relief money or grain, we will always be able to get some clues. However, the people in Dongshan Village like to make a fuss, so we have to keep it secret." Zhang Shuanghu suggested that a few young and strong people in the village be divided into two teams, one on the left and the other on the right, to go to other villages. It would be faster and the task would be completed in four or five days.

The village elder pondered for a moment, nodded, and immediately picked out a few people and asked them to go back and pack up their things.

"The wheat will be ripe in half a month. Now that we have the correct information, we can be at ease when we harvest it. You will set out early tomorrow morning. The village will provide all the dry food."

The villagers looked at each other and nodded respectfully.

Early the next morning, Aunt Qin knocked on Zhang Jingxian's door, and she realized that her uncle and the others had already taken action.

Although Uncle Liu had only one son, Daniu, his nephew was among the thirteen young men who were taken away. Therefore, every household in the village prepared something for those who were going out to take with them, and Uncle Liu and Aunt Qin were no exception.

Zhang Jingxian hurriedly packed some dried meat and peaches into a cloth bag, took a gourd filled with medicinal powder, and ran towards the village entrance.

Fortunately, she arrived in time and her uncle and his companions only had to walk a short distance.

After handing the cloth bag and gourd to her uncle, Zhang Jingxian breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the courtyard.

She was in a cheerful mood along the way. When no one was around, she plucked a leaf and put it to her lips, playing the tune. The tune was simple and melodious, something she had learned from an old man in the village. Sadly, the old man had passed away six years ago.

But as the wind blew, the hairs on Zhang Jingxian's back stood up. Amidst the forest, it felt as if a voice was slowly echoing her, and as if a pair of eyes were constantly watching her, following her.

Is it a ghost or a mountain ghost!

Zhang Jingxian held her breath and walked back home along the path. In the distance, she saw a figure at the doorway piled with bluestone.

"It's just to say goodbye to your uncle, why is there so much sweat on Ah Xian's face?"

Xie Yun placed one hand on the stone, tapping it lightly and heavily. The subtle sound made the girl fall into a trance. Could it be that he was just agreeing with her...

"I was in a hurry, my dear. What would you like to eat for breakfast?" She tried to suppress the doubts in her heart and asked him.

"Whatever." The man said lightly, with a look of indifference.

"There are fish in the stream. I'll catch them and stew them, and then bake some wheat cakes with sesame seeds. How about that?" Zhang Jingxian knew that he had a picky taste, and thought to herself that she would go for a walk in the mountains in the afternoon.

Catching pheasants or rabbits is good.

Xie Yun looked at the smile on her face, his eyes moved, and he said, "Yes."

So, Zhang Jingxian took the bow and arrow from the warehouse and walked towards the stream. When she reached the stream, she stared intently at the movement in the water.

Noticing the fish's tail swaying, she took a wooden arrow and stabbed a silvery crucian carp.

The fish soup made from stewed crucian carp is also white, served with a dish of cold vegetables and a few crispy baked pancakes, and it was eaten up completely for breakfast.

The black cat smelled the fish and ran over meowing, but didn't get to eat even a single fish scale.

Zhang Jingxian had no choice but to make another bowl of honey water to appease it. It licked the honey water, and its green eyes kept looking into another human's bowl.

The color is pitch black and the smell is weird. Humans really confuse cats. They actually drink this instead of honey water.

When the black cat was here, the yellow oriole flew away on its own accord. Without the chirping of birds, the courtyard became very quiet.

After a while, after licking the honey water, the black cat ran to the mountains and forests to look for food.

Seeing that Doctor Meng had not arrived for a long time, Zhang Jingxian took a deep breath and took out the silver needle that Doctor Meng had left for her yesterday.

"My dear, Doctor Meng might have been delayed by something. Let me give you acupuncture today."

The silver needle in her hand emitted a sharp cold light. Xie Yun thought about what he heard and saw yesterday, lowered his eyes, and moved the sedan chair back to the bed.

This time, Zhang Jingxian witnessed with her own eyes the process of him being moved from the sedan chair to the couch.

I was so shocked that I lost my words.

His fingers gripped the wooden wheel tightly, and he stood up like an ordinary person. His tall body instantly covered her, giving her a strong sense of oppression.

"Your leg injury healed so quickly?" She couldn't believe it, her eyes widened.

Xie Yun opened his eyelids and looked down at her without any emotion, then sat on the couch and rolled up his robe.

The strong smell of blood and the bitter taste of medicine blended together. Zhang Jingxian stared blankly at his injured leg, as if she had been hit hard.

The scar was hideous and black, and apart from no longer bleeding, there was no sign of improvement.

It’s more serious than in the previous life.

In her previous life, she did a lot to take care of his injuries, applying medicine, cleaning, moxibustion, etc., but now she just sprinkled medicine powder on him and didn't ask about it anymore.

Zhang Jingxian pursed her lips, picked up the silver needle and silently inserted it into several acupuncture points.

Her hands were steady, only her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

That's enough, she shouldn't do anything extra.

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