I could tell they were quite scared, so I figured they wouldn't bother me again.
Ding Heli frowned and reminded his daughter, "Wenhua is a polite and well-mannered young man. He looks rough but he is a very refined person. We are already so familiar with each other, it is not appropriate to call him 'Brother Shuiqing' anymore."
You can call him by his name or simply "Brother Hu," I don't think it'll be a problem. I've noticed that's how the girls in the village address him too.
Ding Jiajia's heart skipped a beat, and she secretly looked up at her mother.
Qin Yilin's hands were covered in oil from gnawing on a pig's trotter. When her daughter saw this, she asked hesitantly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"We've come to this remote little village, so we should just do as the locals do. What can they say about that?"
The main reason is that she thinks Hu Wenhua is really good!
He even helped Jiajia privately. Hmm, he's one of us!
"By the way, Jiajia, what do you think of Wenhua?" She only has one daughter and doesn't believe in arranged marriages. Whether now or in the future, Jiajia's husband has to be someone she likes and approves of.
Ding Jiajia's face turned bright red, her heart pounding, afraid that her parents would notice something. She lowered her head and after a long while said, "Very, very good."
Are his parents starting to have ideas about him?
Ding Heli picked up a piece of stir-fried pork intestines with pickled chili peppers with his chopsticks, put it in a soft pancake, wrapped it up, and joined the conversation between the mother and daughter while eating: "I also think he's pretty good."
Is Zhang the Bald's daughter interested in Wen Hua? Has she tried to visit him recently? Is there any possibility of a relationship between them?
"No, no, don't try to play matchmaker or talk nonsense." Qin Yilin interrupted her impatiently.
She saw everything clearly through the crack in the door last time; she couldn't tarnish the young man's reputation!
Ding Heli wasn't annoyed by the criticism and cheerfully changed the subject: "Jiajia, your mother and I have gathered a lot of herbs. Remember to make some itching powder; it's the most useful."
Itching powder works quickly, and the key is that who can resist scratching when they're itchy?
I can't even imagine the scene of someone scratching an itch while charging into battle.
When Ding Jiajia saw that the topic had been changed, she felt a little relieved but also a little disappointed. Then she thought that life outside was not easy, and she was able to live a stable life because she had her parents' protection. She should focus her mind on important matters.
"Okay, Father and Mother, Sister Shuiqing's family has many children, shouldn't we prepare some for them?"
Qin Yilin rolled her eyes at her daughter, "Look at what we've prepared. Can just the three of us use up this much?"
Ding Heli said with a serious expression: "You don't know how dangerous the situation is outside. In the past, there might be two or three petty thieves sneaking around, but if refugees gather here, there will be dozens or even hundreds of people!"
"We can't do it alone, and neither can any one household. This medicinal powder isn't just for our family, but also for your family, Sister Shuiqing's family, and for the villagers. Otherwise, if hundreds of people rush in, how can we, with only twenty or thirty people from our two families, fight them off?"
"Our delivery of medicine powder to the villagers is the same principle as Shuiqing delivering broadswords to the men in the village. We all live in the same village, and when foreign enemies come, we can only survive if the village exists."
"It's because your parents didn't tell you these things before. Here's what we'll do: starting tomorrow, you can deliver the medicine powder to those closest to you, and to those you don't know well, wait until your parents are done with their work."
Ding Jiajia nodded seriously, "Okay."
It seemed very chaotic outside. Every man who went out was terrified and dared not relax his guard at all. Their village, Shanshui, was remote, so the possibility of refugees coming to them should be relatively small, right?
If the imperial court provides disaster relief later, will the danger be over...? Brother Hu still needs to go to the prefectural city to sell rabbits...
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