Peach is awesome!
Meng Songying slipped some money to the elderly couple.
He left with a cold face. The old woman waved her hand in a gesture, but ultimately said nothing, only letting out a sigh.
The elderly couple were originally Meng Songying's biological parents.
He was once a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Haicheng.
It is said that several imperial physicians came from his ancestors.
This is not an exaggeration; since the Ming Dynasty, members of the Song family have consistently served in the Imperial Medical Academy.
It continued even during the Qing Dynasty.
Later, as foreign enemies invaded the country, Western medicine also came along with them.
Or rather, Western medicine had already appeared sporadically in this land, and even emperors had been cured.
But the common people still tend to trust what they are familiar with, and besides, Western medicine is very expensive.
Until the nation's power declined, everything from abroad became better.
The head of the Song family at the time was Meng Songying's father, who was also considering changes; medical skills were merely a means for the Song family to make a living.
Since people trust Western medicine more, why don't they just learn it too?
Instead of sending anyone to a proper school, he abandoned his youngest son, who had just been born, at Dr. Meng's doorstep.
After all, only those who cherish their own possessions will teach others wholeheartedly, not those who rely on the "big pot" system.
He had carefully investigated Dr. Meng; both he and his wife were medical students who had returned from studying in England and had even practiced medicine on the battlefield.
They must have a lot of experience and be extremely capable.
Unfortunately, despite having no children, Dr. Meng refused to take a concubine, and the couple remained single until their fifties.
By the time their child has been properly trained and graduated, the couple will be dead, and he will be able to come and claim kinship with them.
The Song family will still be the best in medicine within a hundred miles!
That year, a child appeared at the Meng family's door. After a long period of inquiry, they still couldn't find out his origins, so the couple decided to keep him.
Dr. Meng decided to name the child Tianci (Heaven-sent).
His wife, Dr. Gu, said, "There's no such thing as a gift from heaven in this world. I think we should name her Songying instead."
Dr. Meng thought of his comrades on the battlefield and immediately called out, "Aying, Aying."
The Meng couple had a friend who was happy for them that they had a child to see them off in their final days.
During their time together, Meng Songying, who was exceptionally talented, took him to study chemistry and mechanics.
Neither Meng nor Gu had any strong desire for their children to inherit their profession; they were simply happy for Meng Songying and readily agreed.
Meng Songying's childhood and adolescence were filled with spring flowers, summer night stars, autumn fruits, and winter snow.
There is nothing that is bad, nothing that is not beautiful.
Even though his parents passed away early, he knew that they were most worried about him before they died, so he quickly cheered up.
Until that year came.
The Song family was not only a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but also large landowners.
He earned a lot of money by practicing medicine and treating patients, and used it all to buy land.
There were seventy or eighty long-term laborers, and countless short-term laborers during the busy farming season each year.
Unsurprisingly, the Song family was defeated.
When Meng Songying was reading the newspaper and saying that he deserved what he got, she never imagined that those people would actually be her biological parents.
The day Song's father came to claim kinship and seek help with the evidence was also the day Meng Songying's world collapsed.
He didn't help, he just kept quiet, and he also became estranged from his parents' old comrades-in-arms.
Finally, in order to protect her adoptive parents' reputation from being implicated after their deaths, Meng Songying came to the county where the Song couple had been sent down to the countryside.
They are now working on the garrison's farm, since they have some medical skills.
Actually, life is a little better than others in similar circumstances, but compared to before, the gap is like an insurmountable chasm.
Every time Meng Songying saw them, she could tell that their mental state was becoming increasingly abnormal.
And they've been coming more and more frequently, from once a year to this year, which is the third time.
It was completely dark, but Meng Songying ignored it and went out to fetch two buckets of cold water.
First, I carefully wiped my body and washed my hair, scrubbing until large patches of my skin, which had been covered in frost, turned red.
Then he took out some soap paste, put it on the clothes, put them in a basin, and pushed them all under the bed board, preparing to wash them tomorrow.
With his hair still wet, he couldn't fall asleep for some reason.
The moonlight, like gauze, shone in, casting long, thin shadows on his trembling eyelashes.
After tossing and turning in bed, Meng Songying finally realized that this was the youthful infatuation described in Mencius.
I didn't understand it at first, but now I suddenly understand.
The moon was high in the sky, and the room grew dark. He blinked away the moisture from his eyes, cleared his hoarse throat, and fell asleep.
...
Even though it was past midnight, two patrol teams were still tirelessly walking around the dormitory's bungalow area.
Keep your eyes open and your ears attentive.
Zhou Baican, the four members of the Li family, and Zhao Shitou, hidden in the darkness, seized an opportunity and headed straight for the small building where the single employees lived.
The workers here are so poor that even thieves don't bother them. There are no organized patrol teams. The security department does come here, but they are certainly not as cautious as they are in the bungalow area.
It was basically just a simple inspection.
At the critical moment, Zhou Baican grabbed Zhao Shitou, who was lagging behind, and whispered, "Didn't we agree that you would help me deal with a few people this time? Leave one person for me!"
His eyes were fixed on Li Meijun, the tallest and most imposing woman.
The four Li brothers were quite impatient. This was just causing trouble and was more of a hindrance than a help. They were worried that the patrol team would be drawn over soon.
But it's impossible to ask the brothers to take risks in the bungalow area, not to mention that it's been robbed once, so there's definitely not much profit to be made.
Zhao Shitou stood under the moonlight with his eyes tightly closed, his lips moving as if he were muttering something.
Just as he was being pulled back, Li Meijun gave him a push and said, "He's fine, take him."
Then he hurriedly went to the small building.
What a lowly scoundrel!
For some personal grudge, they actually dared to use their brothers as pawns. If it weren't for long-term considerations, keeping an inside man would be useful.
Let's see if he doesn't give that Zhou guy a good beating.
In the dimly lit room, a single lamp flickered dimly.
Wang Shuitao was still in a bad mood; she had been in a so-so mood since the afternoon.
After eating peach candy, I crave something sweeter.
He took a soup spoon, spread a spoonful of white sugar on it, and placed it over the candle flame.
I learned all of these from bloggers who sell retro snacks.
The sugar has melted, bubbling and releasing sticky bubbles, its color gradually changing from transparent to light yellow.
There was a strange noise coming from the direction of the doorway. Wang Shuitao's hair stood on end, and she looked over by candlelight.
The gate moved slightly.
!
It moved again!
Someone is outside and wants to come in!
After a brief moment of panic came boundless rage.
Wang Shuitao, her face cold, gritted her teeth and silently approached the door.
He was still holding the spoon steadily in his hand.
Not a single drop of syrup was spilled.
His other free hand slowly crawled into his satchel and gripped the hammer tightly.
The moment he pulled it out, he kicked away the table blocking the door.
The gate had been moved, and the faces of the two foolish thieves were clearly exposed in the moonlight; one of them was Zhou Baican.
Wang Shuitao and he both let out a cold laugh at the same time, and a spoonful of scalding hot syrup was poured over his face.
I knew you were a jerk!
Zhou Baican had only stretched out halfway when he immediately pulled his hand back to cover his face, which was writhing in agony, and let out a terrible wail.
The sound resounded through the sky.
It echoed the bustling noise of the small building over there.
Wang Shuitao glanced at the patrol team rushing past, threw down her spoon, and chased after the man who had fled as soon as the door opened.
That day, while eating at the state-run restaurant, the troublesome, simple-minded boy heard the scream and turned back, blocking the crazed man from leaving.
Zhao Shitou opened his bloodshot eyes, flailed his arms wildly, and shouted hoarsely, "Get out of my way! Or I'll kill you!"
He held a thin-bladed knife in his right hand.
Wang Shuitao ran over just in time to witness this dangerous scene.
He took a deep breath, aimed, lowered his center of gravity, twisted his waist and exerted force, swinging his entire leg in a semi-circle.
The kick landed precisely on the back of Zhao Shitou's knee.
While he was kneeling and unable to get up, he struck him again on the right shoulder blade with a hammer.
"Snap... Pfft"
It was like a walnut being crushed, mixed with a muffled sound like wood being pierced into flesh.
The chaotic environment masked the sound of bones shattering.
"Ding-dong"
The knife fell to the ground.
Wang Shuitao kicked it far away.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
We're safe now.
When Meng Songying rushed over, her head still spinning, she only saw a fool staring at Wang Shuitao with wide, adoring eyes.
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