Chapter 464 Again
Mulan lowered her head, not daring to look at how embarrassed her mother-in-law was.
I guess my mother-in-law forgot she was going up the mountain; she was in a hurry to get the medicine and forgot that the Taoist priest's medical skills were superior.
Song Chunxue scratched her temple and lowered her head to admit her mistake honestly, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I lied. When I was waiting for Mulan to make clothes, I was only thinking about going to the clinic to get medicine. When I got there, I remembered that you hadn't given me a prescription, so I asked Lei Yun to write one for me."
The Taoist priest smiled slightly, "I didn't blame you, why admit your mistake? Let me take a look when we get back, is it the same prescription I gave you?"
He walked ahead, turning sideways down the mountain. "This road is as steep as the bridge of a person's nose. It's so slippery, and I don't even know how to turn around. I'm too old to go down the mountain."
Song Chunxue thought of the scene when she would walk on this road when she was old.
"This road was designed to make it easier for handcarts to carry grain. People can hold onto the cart and use their legs as brakes to slide all the way down. When the elderly walk up this road, they have to use both their hands and feet. When they come down, they can just sit down and slide. If you put some ice grass on it, they can fly off when they reach flat ground. Senior brother, would you like to give it a try?"
The Taoist priest waved his hand, "No, no, I can't try it in front of your interview. I'll try it secretly another day."
Mulan was amused and burst out laughing.
Song Chunxue burst into laughter.
After descending the mountain, they split into two groups. The Taoist priest went to the inn, while the Jiang family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went to buy meat and wine.
While she was picking out meat, she noticed that Mulan's neck was red, like it had been bitten by an insect, but there was no swelling or bruising. Could it be that there were some small insects in their room?
It seems we'll have to air out their bedding tomorrow, remove the wooden boards, and sweep away the dust from the kang (heated brick bed).
At noon, Mulan made some simple noodles and stir-fried two meat dishes.
Song Chunxue soaked her stomach and intestines in water and rubbed them with salt five or six times, while the Taoist priest took a nap in the south room.
After lying down, he found that the room was not damp at all. The quilts and mattresses had just been aired out, and the smell of the air-dried blankets was sour and salty, with a faint dusty smell, which was particularly pleasant.
He was supposed to meditate, but he accidentally slept for two hours.
If it weren't for the children crying in the yard, he might have slept until dark.
He sat up from the kang (a heated brick bed), momentarily disoriented and unable to tell what day it was.
As soon as he stepped out of the house, Xiaolong rushed to his side and hugged his leg tightly.
He spoke in a childish voice, with a potato still stuck to his lips, "Daozang, Nixin na."
The Taoist priest was amused and hugged him.
The kitchen was filled with clanging and banging sounds. The second, third, and fourth brothers were all there, and Jiang Hongying and Xia Mulan were helping out. The three women were chatting in the kitchen, but He Chuan was nowhere to be seen.
I guess he's working outside.
The fourth and second brothers sat at the stone table drinking tea, while the third brother chopped firewood.
Seeing the Taoist priest get up, the fourth brother waved to him, "Taoist priest, come and have some tea. I knew you wanted some, so I just started brewing it. You slept all afternoon, and you're going to meditate tonight, right?"
The Taoist priest smiled and agreed, carrying the little dragon in one arm as he walked forward. "Alright, you guys drink first, I'll follow later."
He looked up at the light emanating from the eastern wall of the fortress; it was exceptionally bright, casting a desolate glow on his heart.
For some reason, he suddenly missed his childhood and longed to go home.
This absurd and terrifying idea vanished in an instant.
A child without a mother has no home.
He was originally a man who traveled the world, visiting Taoist temples and monasteries, but now he is stealing half a day of leisure in this small courtyard.
He rarely sleeps this soundly.
For two hours, he usually meditated, and rarely did he fall into a deep sleep like this, his soul seemingly lost in some unknown place.
Xiaolong was playing with his beard, but he wasn't angry. He gently patted his bottom and told him to stop pulling it and instead pull the two dogs' beards instead.
Little Dragon was indeed very obedient, struggling to get down with his round body.
The Taoist priest followed behind him, watching his short legs walk down the steps, then climb up the kitchen steps, and arrive at the two wolfhounds waiting outside the kitchen door for meat bones.
Unfortunately, there weren't many meat bones today, so they could only gnaw on the bones after they finished those two big pork knuckles.
Xiao Long peeked his head closer to the dog and, sure enough, saw the whiskers.
He grabbed the dog's muzzle with one hand and reached for his beard with the other.
“Hey, be careful,” the Taoist priest said with a smile, “dogs have bad tempers. If you pull their whiskers, they’ll bite. It hurts to pull anyone’s whiskers. You might as well pet their fur.”
Xiao Long was somewhat dissatisfied, but after looking at the Taoist priest's long beard, he still wouldn't give up.
"Beard, beard."
At this moment, Jiang Hongying stepped out of the threshold, picked up Xiaolong, and couldn't help but laugh, "You child, why have you taken a fancy to the Taoist priest's beard? A beard is just like a person's hair. Try plucking it and see if it hurts."
Xiao Long's hair was gently tugged. After a while, he felt a pain, though it wasn't obvious. But this made him feel very embarrassed. He turned his head and buried his face in his mother's arms, sobbing.
The Taoist priest softened and stretched out his arms, saying, "Come on, let me pull you."
“Master, don’t spoil him. Children can’t be spoiled. A couple of days ago, he pulled my hair and wouldn’t let go. I cried from the pain and got a beating. I didn’t expect him to be eyeing your beard again today. This habit can’t be tolerated.” Jiang Hongying patted the child’s back. “I’ll go and discipline him. A three-year-old isn’t a child anymore; he understands everything.”
Song Chunxue also came over. "Senior brother, you don't need to worry about it. The child is just like that. Go have some tea. The meal will be ready soon. Mulan made some buckwheat noodles. If you get tired of eating meat later, a bowl of sour buckwheat noodles will definitely be satisfying."
"Um."
Jiejie refers to short noodles. Buckwheat noodles are indeed delicious, but the Taoist priest has not eaten them many times. They all prefer to eat white noodles.
The Taoist priest knew that buckwheat noodles were higher in energy.
Before long, He Chuan was called over by Jiang Hongying. After washing his face, meat and vegetables were served, and everyone sat down to eat together.
The stir-fried tripe and intestines smelled especially delicious after the oil was drained off, and Xiaolong ate several pieces.
"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock".
Just as they were enjoying their meal, someone knocked on the door.
The two dogs were lying at the door when they suddenly darted out.
The Taoist priest raised his eyes, a plan forming in his mind.
Everyone perked up their ears without prior arrangement, and He Chuan was the first to stand up.
"No need, you all sit down, I'll go open the door."
The Taoist priest got up and walked quickly toward the door, with Song Chunxue following behind. "You all eat slowly. He Chuan, eat more. You've done so much work, you should eat well. Hongying, don't stop him if he wants to drink."
"I know, Mother." Jiang Hongying filled his cup and then cut some meat from the pork knuckle for him. "Eat more, or Mother will think you're treating yourself like an outsider."
He Chuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and sandwiched the meat between the steamed buns. "Mmm, I'm eating it."
Outside the door, Song Chunxue thought to herself, "They're coming to my door so late; it's probably not a good thing."
Sure enough, when the door opened, a young, wealthy man was there, followed by several tall and burly servants.
“Aunt Jiang, I am Hu Wanqiu’s brother, Hu Zhanfei. I have come here today to say a few words to your son.”
The man in front of her spoke faster and faster, until he gritted his teeth and said, "I see what my sister is thinking. She is young and doesn't know any better, but is it necessary to punish the maid to scare her?"
The Taoist priest standing nearby thought to himself, "This Peach Blossom Slash is too late."
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