Chapter 17 The fifteen witch doctors were completely paralyzed: ...
The fifteen people were completely stunned: These sweet dates are not sweet at all!
Fu Li: It wasn’t originally meant for you, so why do you care whether it’s sweet or not?
A glimmer of light finally appeared on the faces of those numb slaves. The younger ones even had tears in their eyes, thinking that Fu Lifa's dates were so sweet!
Since then, those small leaders have become much more restrained in their behavior. Although they still scold occasionally, no one dares to take action rashly.
Now that the crops were harvested, Fu Li gathered all the slaves together and praised the fifteen leaders in public, telling them that they had been secretly checked and found that they had performed very well in the past few months, so they would be rewarded with five liters of millet each.
This was the real sweet treat for them. It was neither too much nor too little, but it made the fifteen people very excited. They felt that if it could continue like this, it would be pretty good.
Fu Li also taught the small leaders how to take care of the land during the slack season, and told them that the grain production had increased this year. She had originally promised that after all the grain was stored in the warehouse and verified by the family elders, she would set aside their share.
Originally, the slaves had no hope for this, but the grain had already been harvested, and Fu Li brought up this matter in public, as if he was really going to fulfill it, which made them feel hopeful.
Even if the extra food they get is very little, it still can't fill their stomachs. Who wouldn't want to have one more bite?
After returning to the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Fu Li solemnly entrusted the matter to the family elder, and once again led the potters to engage in the research and development of porcelain.
It was another busy day, and Fu Li returned to her residence exhausted. Fu Yue stepped forward to help her take off her clothes for going out and fed her a bowl of hot soup.
Seeing that she was too tired to speak, he couldn't help but complain, "I thought life would be better after joining the Grand Tutor, but since coming here, you've been busier every day. It's even worse than when we were in the mountains."
Knowing that she was worried about herself, Fu Li smiled and hugged her arm, shaking it and said coquettishly: "Junior sister, good junior sister~ Although I am busy, my heart is fulfilled.
You've been cleaning up for me all day, haven't you noticed the great progress I've made in porcelain making? I think it won't be long before we can make porcelain as white as jade."
Fu Shuang followed him out, nodding repeatedly and finishing the soup in her bowl in one gulp. She said to Fu Yue with a look of excitement, "Senior Sister Fu Yue, you have no idea. Those craftsmen hired from the palace used to be so arrogant. But over the past few days, one by one, they've all been convinced by you."
"Really?" Fu Yue's eyes lit up.
"Of course it's true!" Fu Shuang had an expression that said, "How can I still fool you?" Fu Yue couldn't help but believe it.
Fu Yue looked at Fu Li again and saw her nodding in agreement. She clapped her hands in delight, "That's fantastic! Once the porcelain is finally made, the king will surely be impressed by you. Maybe he'll even have you make porcelain exclusively for the royal family."
The two of them were originally descendants of Dai Guochen. Although they followed Hua Jing to the mountain to practice Taoism, they had already remembered many things when they went up the mountain.
Hua Jing also asked them to accompany his own disciples to study and play with them. In their hearts, they would be Fu Li's subjects in the future.
People at that time valued integrity. Even if Fu Li could never become successful in her life, they would be content to live a poor life with her.
Now Fuli wants to make porcelain based on pottery. Although the real thing has not been seen yet, it can convince those knowledgeable royal potters. It can be seen that this porcelain is really an extraordinary novelty.
Craftsmanship is the capital that can be passed down from generation to generation. As the founder, the royal family will definitely hire Fu Li as a porcelain official, and it is a hereditary porcelain official.
Even if the Shang Dynasty declined in the future and someone replaced Cheng Tang's foundation like the Shang family replaced the Xia family, the position of the porcelain official of Fu Li's descendants would not be shaken.
As family servants, their descendants will also be able to maintain wealth and prosperity forever. How can they not be happy?
Seeing that the porcelain was still nowhere to be found, the two of them began to imagine the future. Fu Li found it a little funny, but she could also understand them.
After all, these four junior sisters who have taken care of me since childhood all come from official families. Although they don't despise me for being unsuccessful, they still hope to follow me to achieve success.
"Alright, Senior Sisters, we've only just begun to write down our fate, so don't be too excited. Otherwise, if you shout about it, people will think we're being frivolous."
Fu Yue nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Senior Sister is still the one who will succeed. Fu Shuang, until Senior Sister succeeds, you must not say anything nonsense outside."
"Of course I understand this principle, do I need you to teach me?" Fu Shuang was a little dissatisfied and retorted with her hands on her hips. Fu Yue quickly gave in and made her laugh again.
After laughing, she remembered something else. Cautiously observing Fu Li's expression, she tentatively asked, "Senior Sister, when will that Lingzhuzi Immortal return?"
Fu Li was stunned. The longing that she had deliberately ignored surged up like a tide, washing away all the joy in her heart.
Counting carefully, more than four months had passed since Lingzhuzi said goodbye and left. This length of time far exceeded Fuli's psychological expectations.
Originally, Fu Li thought that Ling Zhuzi relied on the Wind Fire Wheel, and even though the Queen Wa Palace was far away, a month would be enough for the round trip.
But month after month, there was no news from him, and she didn't know where to look for him. She was worried and angry.
She was worried that Lingzhuzi's passing on of magic to her would violate the taboos of the goddess Nuwa, and that he was late in returning because he was being punished in the Nuwa Palace.
She was angry because the other party was inconsiderate. He left without saying a word and had no idea how long he would be gone, which made her feel unsure.
Fu Yue glared at Fu Shuang, then smiled and soothed her, "The immortal is very powerful, so there must be no danger. He must have been stuck for so long because of something. Once he resolves the issue, he will naturally return."
From the moment Fu Li was stunned, Fu Shuang realized that she had said the wrong thing. Seeing Fu Yue giving way, she hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, the immortal is definitely not in danger. He must have been tripped up by something."
Fu Li slowly exhaled, then smiled, "Everyone has their own destiny. Whether he comes or not is of no consequence to us. We didn't have an immortal here before, but we still managed to live our lives."
The two looked at each other, both a little worried, but not knowing how to comfort each other.
Instead, Fu Li comforted them: "Okay, my two junior sisters, joys and sorrows are all common. Don't think too much, and you will naturally feel less sad."
Next, Fu Li had dinner, read a scroll of bamboo slips, used the bamboo slips to record the progress of today's porcelain making, and went to bed.
But the more she acted like this, the more worried Fu Yue and Fu Shuang became. They thought she might as well lose her temper and vent the frustration in her heart.
Fu Li herself thought she would toss and turn all night, but she was too tired after a busy day. Less than a quarter of an hour after she put her head on the pillow, the image of Ling Zhuzi became increasingly blurred in her mind, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.
I just slept deeply that night, but it seemed to have no effect. When I woke up the next day, I still felt very tired both mentally and physically.
In the eyes of Fu Yue and the other man, this became evidence of her insomnia last night.
Fu Yue was worried, so after breakfast, he left Fu Shuang at home to look after the house and went out with her.
Fu Shuang also knew that she was not as careful as Fu Yue. Although she was anxious to know the progress of the porcelain, she still stayed obediently.
Seeing how nervous the two were, Fu Li quickly explained that she did not have insomnia, but she had to face two pairs of eyes full of "disbelief" at the same time.
She thought she might have a cold, so she decided not to rush out. She asked Fu Yue to make her a bowl of ginger soup, which she drank in one gulp. Then she wrapped herself in the big fox fur coat that Fu Shuang had found for her and went back to sleep.
Before going to sleep, she did not forget to instruct: "Junior Sister Fuyue, please go and tell them that I am sick and let the craftsmen continue their research according to yesterday's method."
Fu Yue looked at her worriedly, nodded and went out.
About half an hour later, she came back with the family elder, followed by a witch doctor in strange clothes.
Fu Li lay wrapped in a thick fox fur coat for such a long time, but not only did she not fall asleep, her whole body was hot, but she didn't sweat a drop.
Is the fox fur still too thin?
But there is no quilt at this time, so how about another fur coat?
It was at this time that the witch doctor was brought in by Fu Yue and the family elder. The family elder asked worriedly, "Since the young lady is ill, why didn't you ask the witch doctor to treat her earlier?"
As he spoke, he asked the witch doctor to come to the bed.
The witch doctor wore a loose, soap-colored robe and a pheasant crown of the same color on his head, decorated with colorful bird feathers. His face was also painted in various colors, which was very bright.
He held a cane in his left hand and a string of copper bells in his right hand, but he made no sound when he walked.
At that time, a cane was a status symbol, and only people over 60 years old were qualified to use a cane. Even the emperor had to treat such a long-lived person with courtesy.
Of course, those who could live so long in this era were mostly aristocrats or hermits, and had nothing to do with the common people.
This witch doctor doesn't look very old, but he is already using a cane. Either he looks young, or he has real skills.
But Fuli was afraid of seeing a witch doctor.
Witch doctor, as the name suggests, is a combination of "witch" and "doctor". At that time, witch doctors were not separated, and curing diseases and exorcising evil spirits could not be distinguished.
As a patient, you never know what the witch doctor is putting in your mouth.
If it really could cure the disease, that would be fine. She would just treat it as some strange Chinese medicine. Anyway, there are many things in Chinese medicine that have names that sound magical, but the actual ingredients can make people vomit.
I was afraid that the person I invited might be a witch, and the food he gave her would not only fail to cure her illness, but would make her vomit and have diarrhea.
So when she saw them inviting a witch doctor, Fu Li instinctively refused: "I don't think I'm seriously ill. I'm almost well after drinking the ginger soup. There's no need to bother the witch doctor, right?"
But this time, no one, whether it was Fu Yue, Fu Shuang or the elders of the family, stood on her side.
The witch doctor smiled slightly, his voice soft and distant, carrying an indescribable soothing power: "Young lady, don't panic. Spirits usually use herbs to treat illnesses, and will not call on gods unless it is absolutely necessary."
Hearing that it was a herbal remedy, Fu Li breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Thank you very much."
The witch doctor still had a soothing smile on his face. He gently shook his right hand, and the crisp sound of copper bells filled the entire room.
Surprisingly, the dizzy Fu Li didn't find the ringing noisy at all, but wanted to listen to it more.
Before she knew it, she fell asleep again to the sound of the ringing bell.
It was just that it seemed like someone was pulling her in her sleep. Fu Li was impatient and scratched with her hands to resist, but the other party would not give in.
Finally, Fu Li got annoyed, opened her eyes, and pushed hard. She heard a "ouch!" and heard a long-lost voice that was obviously both angry and amused: "It's only been a short time since we last met, and you're so angry!"
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