"These kids!" Wang Yang said, looking at the others: "Are you leaving yet?"
"Let's go." Qiongzhi nodded.
There were people busy in every courtyard in the village, perhaps sitting on bamboo chairs picking beans, or perhaps sewing clothes or mending shoes... except for one household.
"Slow down, slow down!" The man was holding an old man in his arms, and the woman was following behind him and shouting.
In a moment, the woman caught up with the man, reached out her hand to feel the old man's breath, and suddenly became very anxious: "There is no breath! There is no breath! Put him down, put him down!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her nasal tone and sobbing became heavier as she spoke. Beads of tears as big as beans rolled down onto the yellow earth and disappeared in an instant.
"Need some help? We have a friend who's studying medicine."
Zhang Yuan stepped forward to ask, and found out that the anchor who played Wang Yang in the team did study medicine, although he did not work in this field later.
"Thank you, thank you, but don't bother. Could you please help us invite Grandma Zhu?"
The situation was urgent, so the man put the old man on the doorstep to sit. The corner of the eaves cast a shadow there, and he was also trapped in the shadow, while the woman hurried into the house to pour water.
"Okay, where is Mrs. Zhu?" Wu Zheng nodded, and the man pointed them in a direction.
"That's the one with the herbs drying in front of the door. Just say she was invited by the Lin family."
Not all of them went. Qiongzhi took Zhongle and Wu Zheng with her, while Wang Yang and Zhang Yuan stayed behind to help.
"Water." The woman took some water from the house and fed the old man some.
"Excuse me, do you have a history of genetic diseases?" After so many years of graduation, Wang Yang had almost forgotten the professional knowledge, but since Zhang Yuan had said that before, he asked.
"No." The woman shook her head, put the cup aside, and reached out to smooth the old woman's messy silver hair. "My mother is over seventy years old this year. She worked hard when she was young, and her health has not been very good in her old age."
"Is that so..." Wang Yang nodded and asked, "I just heard you mention inviting Zhu Po. It turns out she not only performs blessing ceremonies, but can also heal illnesses?"
The man nodded. "Po Zhu knows a little bit about everything and has great magical powers. The elders in the village all say that she was sent by the mountain god to protect us."
Perhaps because he drank some water, the old man's condition improved a little, his breathing was not so weak, and his eyes were more open.
Hearing them talking about Zhu Po, the old man spoke in a hoarse voice: "Zhu Po, Zhu Po is already a semi-immortal. She should have returned to the mountain god to practice, but she stayed in the village for us..."
"Mom, stop talking. Save some strength. Grandma Zhu will be here soon." The woman patted her hands. The skin on her hands was loose and wrinkled. Brown age spots covered the back of her hands. The bulging blood vessels were clearly visible and the knuckles were swollen.
Hearing the woman's words, the old man nodded and closed his eyes again.
On the other side, Qiongzhi and the other two walked for a long time before they found a house with five or six large winnowing baskets of herbs drying in front of the door. One end of the winnowing basket touched the ground, and a red brick was placed under the other end. This way, there was space underneath for ventilation, so that the herbs would not spoil easily.
The small gate in the fence was not closed, and the wooden door of the house inside was also open. The three of them looked at each other and walked in, then stood outside the door and shouted.
"Excuse me, are you home, Po Zhu?"
"Who is it?" An old voice came from inside, followed by the sound of a cane hitting the ground.
Zhu Po was an elderly woman with a hunched back, a thin body, a face full of wrinkles, and eyes that were almost covered by drooping eyelids.
But even such an old woman has unexpectedly shiny black hair.
"I'm sorry to bother you. There's something wrong with the old lady from the Lin family, and we need you to go over and take a look." Qiongzhi said. He raised his voice because he was afraid that Mrs. Zhu was hard of hearing due to her old age.
What Qiongzhi didn't expect was that after hearing his words, Zhu Po didn't move, but looked at him first.
Was it an inspection? In short, the meaning of that glance was unclear. Qiongzhi subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face and smiled awkwardly.
"Wait for me for a moment." Suo Xing Zhupo had already withdrawn her gaze and walked into the house with a warning.
When she came out of the house again, she held a few pieces of talisman paper in one hand and a small jar in the other. No one knew what was in the jar, but she didn't need the crutches.
There was no need for them to lead the way. Grandma Zhu was definitely more familiar with the village than they were as tourists.
Seeing Zhu Po's figure from afar, the man and the woman acted as if they had seen some living god. The latter even ran over crying and helped the person over.
"Mrs. Zhu, please take a look at my mother."
"Don't worry." Grandma Zhu said, "Go get a bowl, a lighter, and a lit incense stick for worshiping the mountain god."
"I'll go." The man nodded and took the things out after a while.
I saw Grandma Zhu open the jar and pour the water into the bowl. It was milky white. Because I was a little far away, I couldn't be sure what it smelled like.
The man held the bowl, and Zhu Po took out a piece of talisman paper and stuffed the rest into her sleeve. Then, she used a lighter to light the talisman paper above the bowl.
The yellow talisman paper was licked by the flames and slowly turned into ashes, and the ashes fell into the bowl of milky white liquid.
Then Zhu Po took the incense from the man's other hand, turned around and bowed in the direction of the mountain temple, muttering something in a low voice, and knocked the top part of the incense ash that had burned but not fallen off into the bowl.
"It's OK." She said, and the man immediately came over to the old woman who still had her eyes closed with the bowl in his hand, "Mom, drink the medicine."
medicine?
Wang Yang looked at the bowl of stuff. Can this be called medicine?
The old man opened his eyes and tears filled his eyes when he saw Grandma Zhu. He drank the whole bowl of medicine with trembling lips.
A magical thing happened. After the old man drank the bowl of medicine, which did not seem to be considered medicine in the eyes of the five players, his complexion actually improved visibly. His lips became rosy and he even regained strength and could stand up by himself by holding on to the wall.
The five people opened their eyes wide in amazement. This thing seemed to be more effective than any interstellar medical device...
"Thank you! Thank you!" The old man and his family were about to kneel down and kowtow to Grandma Zhu, but Grandma Zhu held them back and shook her head.
"If you want to thank someone, thank the Mountain God. Wasn't your family responsible for cooking the Pearl Porridge this year? Cook it well. It's the Mountain God's favorite dish."
"Don't worry." The woman nodded. "Shall I take you home?"
"No, there are still a few of us here." Grandma Zhu shook her head and glanced at the five people beside her: "Can you young people please see me off and spend some time chatting with this old man like me?"
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but Qiongzhi always felt that when Zhu Po's eyes swept over her, they seemed to stay for a few seconds longer.
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