Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 28 I admit the wrong person

Fang Yao went back to the house in the dark and stuffed the rice noodles under the bed.

The two children slept soundly, and occasionally they would turn over and hum when they were bitten by mosquitoes.

She scratched them with her hands, coaxed them twice, and tiptoed to the kitchen again.

Fang Yao got a basin of water, took off her face towel, and carefully removed the hard and scabbed yellow mud on her face and eyelids. Just now, these things were sticky, and she couldn't open her eyes.

In the dimly lit tent just now, she really looked like an elderly woman with rough skin and drooping eyelids.

She felt that her performance in the tent was really good. She never thought she was so good at acting before.

If there are modern cosmetics, she feels that she can perform better.

After weighing the pocket containing the silver, she sighed faintly.

Her pills were not easy to get, and she didn't think it was too much to sell one for a hundred taels of gold, but after all, she was playing the role of an ignorant country woman.

If a mouthful of one hundred taels of gold is required, not to mention that it will arouse suspicion, then the little imperial doctor will probably report directly to the official to handle a memorial, and present a memorial directly in front of the emperor.

When the old emperor gets involved, she's afraid she'll be in trouble.

If you are too greedy, you will lose. Enough is enough.

Moreover, being able to suppress the epidemic in Daxiang Kingdom will benefit her greatly in the long run.

After all, she was determined to hand over the pill just to be able to travel with peace of mind in the future.

Fang Yao comforted herself and felt much better.

After washing her face and wiping her sweaty body in the tent, she returned to the house after work and took out the booklet again.

Still no change.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched the piece of ink, it was ice cold and there was nothing abnormal.

As a person with a strong ability to accept, she can now ignore the fact that ink is a strange bug.

She sighed, and put the booklet close to her body without any reservations.

early morning.

The sky is only a little dim.

In the tented camp under the locust tree, the medicine boy sitting on watch at night sat by the stove, dozing off little by little.

Fan Chen opened the tent, and exhaled a little angrily.

He had been having nightmares all night. In his dream, he actually dreamed that a masked aunt was, was... Chu Gong!
This is simply horrible!

Although the dream was hazy and the aunt's face and body were blurred, but the sound of running water was like the sound of magic, and it trickled into his ears.

He shouldn't have been lazy and crossed that yard last night!
Fan Chen shook off the picture in his mind, turned around and walked towards the tent where Dr. Cui was.

In order to make medicine convenient, their camp is next to the only well in the village.

A medicine boy was filtering out the boiled soup with gauze, and the black medicine juice was pouring into the jar, the sound was very familiar.

Fan Chen finally understood why he had that nightmare all night, and his face turned dark again.

"Doctor Cui."

"Please come in."

After opening the tent, Fan Chen bent down and got in.

Dr. Cui didn't wear a face scarf anymore, and there was a faint blue color under his eyelids.

Fan Chen understood: "You haven't slept all night, you have worked too hard."

Dr. Cui poked the cotton wick of the oil lamp with a small stick, and the dimmed fire became brighter again, and said: "Although there is nothing wrong with this Lijia Village, other villages are still affected by the disaster. I must get this antidote as soon as possible." figure out."

Fan Chen was a little surprised: "Have you found out the prescription yet?"

Doctor Cui shook his head with a wry smile.

His family has practiced medicine for generations, and the reason why he was able to enter the imperial hospital at a young age is because he has a set of ancestral methods of knowing medicine.

Daxiang Country is flooded with counterfeit medicinal materials, and drug dealers often shoddy high-quality ones for profit.

The collection of medicines in the palace must go through successive inspections to select the best medicinal materials for the use of the palace nobles.

It was through this ability that he entered the Tai Hospital.

No matter what kind of medicinal materials, medicines, or pills, he can use the ancestral method to distinguish the true from the false, good from bad, ingredients and proportions.

Therefore, when Fang Yao said that he was willing to exchange some things with pills, Dr. Cui's heart could almost be said to be ecstatic.

As long as he has the pill, it won't be long before he knows what the formula for the antidote to the epidemic is.

As soon as Fan Chen left last night, he took out his precious medical kit and got busy.

only……

Dr. Cui pressed his forehead wearily, "This pill has been aged for a long time, and the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials inside have changed. I spent the whole night identifying most of the medicinal materials, but there are still two that I haven't figured out."

Fan Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he tentatively asked: "Isn't this pill freshly made? Or is it not well preserved?"

"No, no!" Dr. Cui waved his hands again and again, "This pill is at least 80 years old, otherwise I wouldn't have been so long without finding out about the other two medicines."

Antidote at least 80 years ago?
Fan Chen's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised.

He originally suspected that there was some expert in the Li family village. After all, the disappearance of the miasma was really weird, and there was also the cave temple that had been chiseled into a mess.

It's not that he didn't think that the antidote might also be made by this expert, and he even doubted the identity of that wretched aunt when he was tossing and turning at night.

But Dr. Cui said that this medicine has been used for at least 80 years, so the wretched woman in her fifties was naturally thrown out of her head without hesitation.

"Big... Aunt Jiang's sister, come get water too, I, I'll help you."

"Thank you, Daddy Gouwa."

Outside, some villagers came to fetch water early in the morning.

Fan Chen's heart moved, he chatted casually with Dr. Cui, and walked out quickly.

As soon as he got out of the tent, he saw beside the ancient well in Qingshilei, standing there was none other than the wretched old lady who had tortured him all night in his dream yesterday!
"Da, Aunt Jiang's sister, the water is ready, I'll pick it up for you!"

"Hey, this is really troublesome for the dog's father. One bucket will do it, and I can do the rest by myself."

Fang Yao was very grateful. When she woke up early this morning, the kitchen water tank had bottomed out. She had no choice but to carry two wooden buckets to fetch water.

As soon as she came to the well, she regretted it.

This big wooden barrel is heavy in itself, and it takes a lot of effort to lift it up when it is filled with water.

Fortunately for one, she got two at once. If she got the water back by herself, it took about 10 minutes to walk for an hour.

She didn't expect to meet Gouwa's father who also came to fetch water. The latter was not very enthusiastic. Fang Yao was naturally very happy if someone was willing to help her.

However, the joy soon dissipated.

As soon as she picked up the water, out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone not far away staring at her unkindly.

She looked up wonderingly, and suddenly saw the tall young man standing under the locust tree.

This guy again?
Fang Yao frowned faintly, even though the other person was wearing a face mask, she recognized him at a glance as the man who satirized her on the hillside that day.

Yesterday, I ran into this person in a hurry, and the other person looked like she owed him 800 million.

Now staring at her darkly again, it's like a lingering ghost.

She reached out and touched her eyebrows and eyes, um, the "black earthy yellow" makeup repainted in the morning is still there.

I don't know what's wrong with this person, but I have to make trouble with her as an "old lady".

Fang Yao gave the man a quiet look, and was about to leave with the bucket in hand.

"That sister of Aunt Jiang, please stay."

The man spoke suddenly, his voice was very clear and sweet, contrary to his gloomy expression.

Fang Yao looked around, could this person be talking to herself?
"Yes, it's you, that aunt."

The man came over, and under Fang Yao's bewildered gaze, he swayed slowly to her side, and suddenly approached to startle her.

Fang Yao took two steps back, and said angrily, "Just say what you have to say, what are you doing so close?!"

Fan Chen stared at her for a long time, then straightened up, and grinned viciously: "It's okay, ma'am, wash your face better in the future, so that I almost recognized the wrong person."

Fang Yao: "..."

(End of this chapter)