Chapter 69: Did we find gold again?
In a cave in the forest.
The elegant little boy had disheveled hair and was covered in blood.
Large tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't cry out. He kept murmuring, "An Dehai, don't die! I won't let you die."
As he spoke, he took out the bottle of wound medicine he had bought earlier and applied it to his wound as if it were free. His small hands were already stained red with blood, and his whole body was trembling.
"Your Highness." Andehai's already pale face became even more bloodless, and he couldn't help but touch the little boy's face.
"It's no use. They're using killing arrows with barbs, so the bleeding won't stop."
If he had been shot with an arrow, he might have been able to hold on for a few more days, but during the fight, the arrow in his shoulder was deflected by his opponent. Having lost blood all the way, he knew he was at his last gasp, and his life was likely to end here.
He immediately grabbed the little boy's shoulder.
"Your Highness, you must remember that before you have absolute power, you must choose to lie low. You must not reveal any of your strength, nor let anyone know that you are still alive."
After saying that, he took out a small dragon pendant from his pocket and tied it around the boy's neck.
"Keep this jade pendant safe. Remember, even if you meet the Empress Dowager, do not take it out. Only when you meet the Imperial Preceptor can you prove your identity."
Having said so much in one breath, he felt a little dizzy and took a deep breath before saying, "Your Highness, do you still remember what the Imperial Preceptor looks like?"
The young boy nodded, and An Dehai forced a faint smile, saying, "This servant believes you can do a very good job." Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.
After uttering his last words, he slid weakly down the wall and passed out completely.
"An Dehai! An Dehai! You mustn't die, wake up!" The little boy cried for a while, then suddenly wiped away his tears and poured some wound medicine onto his wound: "It's okay, you're just sick, you'll get better if you apply more medicine."
At dawn.
When Andehai opened his eyes again, he thought he was in hell.
When he came to his senses, he realized that his wound, which had been bleeding profusely, had stopped bleeding at some point.
He looked at the sleeping prince in surprise, then glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and vaguely remembered that this was the medicine he had bought from the fat woman earlier.
Unexpectedly, this medicine has such miraculous effects.
Before I could think further, I heard a sound coming from outside the cave.
"Come quick, there's blood here."
"They're here too."
"We've sent more people to search the area. They're sure to be in this neighborhood; they can't have gone far."
A cold glint flashed in Anderhai's eyes, and he immediately shook the little boy, who had cried himself to sleep.
"Your Highness, remember what I told you yesterday: run from behind, keep running, and don't look back."
As he spoke, An Dehai handed him a dagger and smeared mud on his face twice: "Go, hurry!"
Then, he pushed the child away a bit. He then resolutely climbed out of the cave at the front and drew the crowd away.
The young boy wiped away his tears.
Amidst the sounds of fighting behind him, he gripped his dagger tightly and ran for his life.
He ran wildly for an unknown distance when suddenly, he lost his footing and fell into a trap.
Then, they were plunged into endless darkness.
Jiang Nuanzhi, though seething with anger, still decided to buy some meat to cook for her guests.
Lord Feng came with a gift of thanks. He had also done me a great favor. Naturally, I should show him the utmost courtesy.
Who knew that after she bought the things, Magistrate Feng and Old Man Lü couldn't invite her to stay for a meal.
Magistrate Feng was summoned back to the yamen by the officials. Old Master Lü also has an emergency today.
But Wan'er hadn't had enough fun yet and refused to go back no matter what. Lord Feng had no choice but to leave her there temporarily, with Uncle Zhao keeping an eye on her.
Seeing that Jiang Nuanzhi was very busy, Old Master Lü simply left Lü Shizhu there to help Jiang Nuanzhi with the work. Perfect timing, so he could go home later and take Wan'er back.
Since Lord Feng and his companion had left, only the younger generation remained in the room, and everyone felt more at ease.
Little Baozhu and Wan'er were playing in the courtyard. The two little girls were weaving flower wreaths with wildflowers that Jiang Nuanzhi had picked from the deep mountains. Every now and then, they would put them on Dahei's head. Dahei, in turn, wagged its tail happily.
Young Master Lü and his six-year-old son are chopping wood. It's clear that there's no sense of incongruity between the young master and the six-year-old son.
Ping'er remained calm, sitting outside sewing clothes with needle and thread in hand.
Xiaoli lay lazily on the ground, occasionally opening her eyes to glance at everyone, showing no intention of getting up.
Looking at the state of her family, Jiang Nuanzhi's somewhat irritable mood inexplicably calmed down, and she silently picked up the medicine grinder to grind the medicine.
The previous wound medicine had been quite profitable, so she planned to make more.
In addition, the Isatis root has been processed to a near-complete degree. A lot of it was crushed before, and now it just needs a little more processing. Wrapped in oil paper, it's ready to sell.
"Dr. Jiang, let me help you too." Uncle Zhao came over with a smile.
Jiang Nuanzhi thanked him and handed the medicine grinder to Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao then ground the medicine while keeping an eye on his young mistress, quite content in the process.
Jiang Nuanzhi also started making lard, as lard is an essential ingredient in wound medicine.
Lard can't be rendered in a short time.
Jiang Nuanzhi then began to set up the oven.
The adobe bricks that had been piled up earlier had long since taken shape, and quite a few remained.
He then ordered the waiter and young master Lü to fetch a cartload of yellow clay for him. He used clay bricks to build up the shape, then layered on the yellow clay and tamped it down.
She only bought one iron plate, which wasn't very big, so the oven wasn't built very large. She only built the upper part of the oven a little higher.
When the time comes, we can put a rack inside and bake several layers of food.
Finally, seal the edges with mud, then light a fire to dry it before using.
Jiang Nuanzhi was quite satisfied with the oven she made. She even drew two eyes on it, making it look like an ugly monster with its mouth wide open, which was both silly and cute.
Suddenly, such a tall object appeared in the courtyard, and everyone couldn't help but look over with curiosity.
"Ah Nuan, what are you doing?" Young Master Lü asked as he came closer.
"This is an oven. I also bought some sweet potatoes today. We can bake them later. We also have instant noodles. It will be much easier to dry them with this."
"What is instant noodles?" Young Master Lü asked with a look of curiosity.
Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and said, "I'll make some more today. You'll be here around lunchtime."
After saying that, seeing that the firewood was almost gone, he instructed, "This firewood is not enough. I have to go up the mountain to cut some more. Ping'er, can you keep an eye on the lard in the pot for me? I'll be back soon."
"Hey? Why don't I go? You may be a bit strong, but you're still a woman. You're not as strong as me, are you?" Young Master Lu said.
Jiang Nuanzhi: "No, let's rest for a while. You're not as familiar with the mountain as I am. I'll chop some firewood and be back soon. Besides, I'm also planning to see if I can catch any fish. If I can, we'll have some extra food for dinner."
With that young master's skinny arms and legs, he might carry less twice than I could carry the first time.
After saying that, Jiang Nuanzhi kicked Xiao Li, who was still lying there pretending to be dead.
Xiaoli glanced at it impatiently, then looked up and met Jiang Nuanzhi's slightly gloomy eyes, and immediately got up.
Jiang Nuanzhi then mounted her horse, took her belongings, and headed into the forest.
Of all the places in this forest, the trap was the one she knew best. But now, just seeing it reminded her of the pit and the old man who had swindled her money, and she felt a surge of anger.
I intended to avoid this nasty trap, but for some inexplicable reason, I glanced over there again.
Upon closer inspection, it was astonishing to see a golden object lying there.
Jiang Nuanzhi rushed over to check, and good heavens, it really was gold!
Is there something strange about her trap? She's found gold three times in a row?
Looking closely at the object in her hand, Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but frown. It was a gold necklace, strangely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
(End of this chapter)
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