Seeing the two children, before Yuan Tingchuan could say anything, the bodyguards behind him rushed forward, picked up the two children, and said to Yuan Tingchuan and Du Ruo: "Master Han is just a little weak. The young master fainted and his body is very hot."
Village Chief Yang said, "It's okay, it's okay. We have folk remedies in our village that are very effective in reducing fever. You city people are pampered, and you've had this happen to many people before. It's okay. It's too late for you to leave now. If the child's fever continues, it will be dangerous."
Du Ruo didn't quite believe the local prescription, but Yuan Tingchuan said decisively: "Then leave it to the village chief."
He whispered in Du Ruo's ear: "Let's try it first. Let's take Shu Rui back now. Even if we take him to the city hospital, it will take more than a day to walk. I'm afraid the child will be in greater danger."
Yuan Tingchuan held his son in his arms, Du Ruo hugged Xiaozhe tightly, and everyone walked all the way to the village chief's house.
Someone had already run to tell the village chief's family. The village chief's wife prepared a large amount of green ointment-like stuff. When she saw the child, she put the child on the kang and smeared it on the child's chest and back.
Du Ruo was relieved when she saw that it was not an oral medication. The village chief's daughter-in-law said, "This medicine clears away heat and detoxifies. It's very effective. My child always uses this when he has a high fever. It only takes an hour or two for the fever to subside."
Du Ruo nodded. She held Xiaozhe in her arms and glanced at the pottery jar containing the ointment. Her heart skipped a beat. This was...
She was so anxious when she arrived that she hadn't bothered to observe carefully. Now, after taking a look, she was shocked. Nine out of ten people in this room had red lines on their heads, just with varying shades of red. They weren't particularly poor, were they? Could it be...
But now is not the time to talk about this. Yuan Shurui's body was smeared with green. It turned out to be quite effective. In just one hour, the fever on the child's body gradually subsided.
Han Zhe stayed with Ruirui, refusing to leave. Ruirui slowly opened his eyes and said weakly, "Xiaozhe, don't be afraid. Dad will come to save us."
When Xiaozhe saw that he was awake, he cried and said, "Ruirui, don't sleep anymore, mom and dad are here to save us."
Yuan Shurui then saw Yuan Tingchuan and Du Ruo standing in front of him. He was covered in ointment and there was no way to hold him up. Du Ruo gently stroked his forehead: "Good boy, how are you?"
Ruirui smiled, and turned to Xiaozhe and said, "I've already told you, my dad is amazing, he will definitely come to save us."
A trace of warmth welled up in Yuan Tingchuan's eyes, and he cursed with a smile: "Stinky boy."
When the father and son's eyes met, strangely, there was a warmth flowing between them that they had never felt before.
The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and the villagers were particularly kind. Village chief Yang prepared a large wooden barrel at home so that the two children could take a good bath.
After all, he was a child and recovered quickly. He was full of energy early the next morning, and Du Ruo and Yuan Tingchuan finally put their minds at ease.
Du Ruo and Sister Yang said they wanted to see the ointment used yesterday, and showed the pottery jar to Yuan Tingchuan.
Yuan Tingchuan held the pottery jar in his hands, examined it for a long time, and said, "This is a painted pottery jar with two handles. It has a square lip, a narrow neck, a bulging belly, and two handles. Although it's a little dirty, you can see from here that the pottery glaze is red, with some parts also painted black."
He grabbed a towel from the side and carefully wiped the outside of the pottery jar. He added, "There are string patterns on the neck, and the part above the string patterns is decorated with vertical and floral patterns. The lower part has inverted triangle patterns. If I'm not mistaken, it should be from the Spring and Autumn Period or the Warring States Period."
Du Ruo said, "There's a bronze vessel holding water in the corner of their house. Can I show it to you?"
Yuan Tingchuan held her shoulders and said, "Wait here, I'll get it."
When he walked into the main room, he saw a water jar in the corner of the wall. It had a rather unusual shape. Yuan Tingchuan carefully poured out the water and carried it into the house with both hands.
Place on the table and wipe clean with cotton cloth.
This is a bronze vessel, but unfortunately it has no lid. Yuan Tingchuan said regretfully, "This is a bronze jar with four beasts inlaid on it. We can call it that for now. It's a wine vessel from the Spring and Autumn Period, exquisitely crafted. Look at the patterns on it, it should be a palace utensil. It should have a lid. If we can find it, its value will double."
Du Ruo whispered, "Is there a big tomb nearby? Otherwise, how could Village Chief Yang's house have so many things?"
Yuan Tingchuan nodded and said, "It's very likely. The stone door of the cave we visited that day was unusual. Strangely, it didn't look like a tomb door, but more like the place where the gravekeeper lived."
Du Ruo pondered: "Then the tomb should be nearby?"
Yuan Tingchuan said, "That should be the case. We can ask around and see if these things are only found in their village, or are they also found nearby?"
Yuan Tingchuan turned around and gestured. A bodyguard walked in from outside. Yuan Tingchuan pointed at something on the table and said, "Go and ask around."
The bodyguard took a look at the bronze ware on the table, agreed and left.
After a while, Village Chief Yang came running in, panting, "Mr. Yuan, I heard, I heard, this water jar in my house has some history, right?"
Yuan Tingchuan said calmly, "It's quite unique, but it's not very useful. It doesn't even have a lid."
Village Chief Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Mr. Yuan, although we are farmers, we also know that antiques are valuable. Don't lie to us. I have this lid at home. I will find it for you later."
Du Ruo said, "Since you guess it's an antique, just sell it yourself."
Village Chief Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “It’s easy for you, a female comrade.
I won't hide it from you two, someone in our village took it to sell, but they offered two dollars and still refused to buy it. They were picky and said it was tattered and ugly.
My son was thrifty with things, so he brought back the ones that others didn’t want. He sold the better ones for a total of five dollars.
The few young people who went with him smashed some of the pottery jars when they heard that the jars were not wanted, as they felt they were too heavy to carry back.
No one has sold it since then. It’s worthless even if you work hard, so what’s the point?
I just filled water bottles and fed chickens at home, and didn't take it seriously.
Mr. Yuan, if this is really worth some money, we will sell it to you. You can give us a little so that our fellow villagers can have some extra money at home. Is that okay with you?"
After Village Chief Yang finished speaking, he looked at Yuan Tingchuan eagerly. Du Ruo felt a little depressed. She also accepted it, so why didn’t he ask her?
In fact, this is not the fault of Village Chief Yang. These people are obviously led by Yuan Tingchuan, so they naturally ask him first.
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