—That night
Snowflakes were falling heavily from the sky, and all the chickens, ducks, and geese in the backyard had gone into their little houses to sleep. Only a little kid was timidly carrying a watering can in the kitchen, splashing water on the vegetables.
I don't know what Zhang's mother is going to cook tomorrow, so I thought I'd just pour water on these vegetables. But that won't do either. What if the guests eat this tomorrow and get diarrhea? They'll come complaining.
Zhang's mother, Cen Ang, and Zhao Kai watched everything the little dumpling did from the rooftop. Ever since the diarrhea incident in the building that day, Cen Ang and Zhang's mother had begun to suspect that what Huo Xiaolong said that day was true.
Zhao Kai didn't believe in these things and didn't think about it in that direction.
But Zhang's mother and Cen Ang were different. Zhang's mother had been in the martial arts world for so many years that she knew a little about all sorts of ghosts and supernatural beings.
Cen Ang is the same. People who come from the palace all believe in these things. Which empress puts a voodoo doll on which noble lady, and which concubine hides a yellow talisman under the bed. If it didn't work, why would these empresses do things that could cost them their heads?
After splashing water, the little girl went back to her room, and then the people on the roof came down.
"Ah Cen, about this?"
"I need to have a good talk with Long'er."
Ever since the Huo family agreed not to take Xiao Tuanzi away, Cen's mother has been calling her Long'er. She's a child with parents, but calling her "Little Girl" every day makes her seem like a wild child.
"We can't let her take it out in public," Zhang's mother agreed from the side.
"This is her blessing, and also our fate; we were not meant to die."
Cen Ang had lived the last ten years of his life with the determination to die, and so had Zhang's mother. In the past few years, she had traveled all over the country and had many hidden injuries. They were lucky to meet Long'er.
The group pushed open the door, and the little dumpling, who was tossing and turning on the bed, looked at the three adults outside.
"mom?"
Huo Xiaolong thought: "Are they coming to play mahjong in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Three of them! We're short one player?"
Zhao Kai closed the door, sat down on the stool, and said...
"Long'er, come here, Uncle Zhao and the two mothers have something to tell you."
"What's wrong?" The little dumpling jumped out of bed with a swift movement.
Mrs. Cen pinched the bridge of her nose and said...
"What did you say you fed the chicks and piglets that day?"
The water the old man gave me in my dream.
"Have you been watering the vegetables every day for the past few days?"
The little dumpling was a bit embarrassed, so she stepped back slightly and lowered her head.
"You knew all along, Mom?"
"Was that really the old man in your dream who gave it to you?"
"Yeah! Really?"
Cen's mother hugged her and stroked her head, saying...
"You must never take the water out in front of outsiders again, understand?"
The little dumpling asked in confusion
"But everyone who drank that water felt great."
"Mom's health has improved too," Huo Xiaolong said, pressing his face against Cen's mother.
“I want my mother to live a long life, and so do the women in the building, Uncle Zhao! And Aunt Zhang, Sister Er Ya…”
The little girl told everyone in the building her story.
Looking at the little dumpling in her arms, who was chattering away, Cen's mother had already forgotten what she wanted to say. Zhao Kai looked at Zhang's mother, and Zhang's mother was the same; her eyes were so tender they seemed to be overflowing with tears.
Zhao Kai coughed twice and said...
"What if you run out of water? Good things should be used sparingly, you know?"
Huo Xiaolong didn't refute him. They shouldn't be able to use it all up. There's a lake in the space. Even if these people drank from it every day for the rest of their lives, they still wouldn't be able to use it all up!
"The main problem is that if malicious people discover that you possess the spiritual medicine, they will come and try to take you from your parents and the brothel! What if the people who come are extremely powerful and we can't win? You might never see us again in this lifetime."
Cen's mother glanced at him, implying that his words had been a bit harsh.
Huo Xiaolong thought about it and realized it was indeed possible. So, by spraying the spiritual spring onto the vegetables and feeding them to the chickens and ducks, the chances of being discovered were greatly reduced. Uncle Zhao was right; they were currently at the very bottom of society, none of their acquaintances were officials, and the only merchant they knew was Cen Mama.
"Uncle Zhao is right! From now on, I'll do it secretly and make sure no one finds out."
The three of them had a headache. They suddenly realized how powerful Huo Shuwen was that he could make the little girl cry with just one sentence that day. At least it was a good warning to the little girl; they would just have to keep a closer eye on her in the future.
"Alright, alright, go to sleep. Kids don't need to think so much. Just remember to be careful next time."
Cen's mother put her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. As they went outside and reached the door, the little girl called out to them.
"Mom, there's a magic pot in that teapot on the table in our room. Drink it quickly, and you'll get better soon."
The little dumpling only showed its bright, sparkling eyes as it looked at Mother Cen and gave her instructions.
"Yes, Mom will get better soon. Go to sleep."
Cen's mother went back into the house and took the teapot out.
The three sat in the backyard, none of them feeling sleepy, just staring at a pot of water in front of them, none of them making a sound.
For the past few days, Doctor Gu has been visiting Cen Ang to take her pulse. The remaining poison no longer affects her lifespan. Now, the miraculous medicine that Doctor Gu has been longing for is right in front of her, and it is still undiluted.
They also estimated the effects of the elixir. They usually washed all the vegetables they cooked, and that day the little dumpling had only fed the chicks and piglets a cup of tea. That small amount of elixir was already enough to make everyone at Fengyue Tower glow; this pot of elixir—wouldn't it bring the dead back to life?
Mrs. Zhang took a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, placed it on the table, and said...
"This is the last bit of chicken soup we had when we had diarrhea. I put it here. Why don't we put the elixir here and send it to Doctor Gu?"
Everyone at Fengyue Tower owes Madam Gu a favor, so what's wrong with fulfilling the old man's wish?
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