Angel on earth

A month later, Aaron collected enough plant seeds as he wished, and filled the pockets on the straps like belts. From a distance, he looked like a tall and healthy gentleman.Thick woolen socks and underpants held up his trousers, and a new emerald pinned a cashmere scarf to cover his neck, so that he would no longer be so skinny as a sickly sick man.

He wove two small bags out of a kind of flexible withered grass and carried them in his hands, one containing hay and dried flowers, and the other containing fresh ones.With a new medicine box in one hand and dry food in the other, the doctor walked briskly on the vast and uninhabited wasteland, as if he was riding a spring breeze for an outing.

After leaving the Garden of Nations, he was like Job who passed all trials and became God's favorite.If he walks in the daytime, there will be dark clouds blocking the sun; if he wants to buy a black umbrella naturally, there will be heavy rain pouring down after he steps into the tailor shop.If it was Mithras, he didn't want the compensation; if it was Mikhail—

Not Mikhail.Aaron absent-mindedly kicked a stone on the side of the road, immediately forgot about Mikhail, and felt sorry for his new shoes.This is the Mithra Dynasty. Of course, the gold coins stolen from the priests' houses are more precious than those from other places. It is risking their lives.

He has been walking for a day and a night, and this is the second day.Vampires don't need to rest at all, this amount of exercise is nothing at all.The long-lost breath of this continent makes him feel refreshed, nostalgic and strange, everything is new, but there are marks of the past everywhere.The only bad thing is that the farther away from Lieyang City, the narrower and muddy the road, the snow and mud mixed together made his toes hurt through leather shoes and woolen socks.

I don't know if Mikhail caused big trouble in Lieyang City. He wandered around and robbed, but no saint came to hunt him down.Therefore, until the spring of 1499, he remained in the territory of the church.

The snow melting season in early spring is extremely cold, the wind blows on the face like a knife, and the fresh air in the suburbs is even more bitterly cold.Aaron used a black umbrella as a walking stick, and wore a flat woolen bowler hat. With his indifferent and stiff face and square glasses, he looked like a young and rigid assistant priest.The morning sun shines all over the body, which is better than nothing.

As if the sun god heard his complaint again, two bullock carts came one after the other from the fork on the other side.Two peasants, bundled up like grizzlies, sat in front of the cart, waving their whips and yelling with joy.The car was piled with straw and grain goods, a skinny young man in ragged clothes but bright eyes sat on the pile of goods and played the pan flute, and the old man leaning on the straw behind the car rubbed his hands to keep warm.

The middle-aged woman in the car in front put her hands on her hips and angrily told the boy to get off and stop standing in such a dangerous place; the man beside her turned a deaf ear and struck a match with a sad face, trying to light the thin iron pipe. The two took turns using a rusty hand warmer.

Aaron knew there was a ghost when he saw it.The church simply doesn't have the financial and material resources to relieve everyone, and the saints can't change the difference between rich and poor even if they work together to change the celestial phenomena.On such a cold day, serious farmers should stay at home, shivering in the same quilt; the two families together cannot afford a cow, and there are not so many cotton-padded clothes to wear, let alone the warmth of ironware. The hand stove and the coals that burn in it!Even if you go to the city to work, in most cases, the money earned by exhausting physical strength will not be able to return to the capital at all.

However, what was the ancestor of the vampire afraid of a few mortals with evil intentions on the church site?

The first car stopped slowly at the intersection of the two forks.Aaron called out to the man who was lighting cigarettes, threw him a lighter, and said to the others:

"Excuse me, everyone, can you give me a ride?"

The boy who was playing the pan flute stopped, his black eyes rolled around.The woman didn't ask much, and waved her hand:

"Come on, young master. It's so cold, why did you come out alone?"

Aaron smiled as politely as he could, threw the umbrella and suitcase up first, and stretched out his hand to the man with the pipe in his hand, while preparing to say something, the boy said:

"Take this car, master! Philip is better than Lothar, this car is more stable."

The man's rough and strong hands doing farm work pulled Aaron into the car.The woman reprimanded:

"Shut up, Anton!"

Anton stopped talking.The straw was pressed on the goods, and the rope was pressed on the straw. The boy lay on the rope, stepping on one of the ropes, and continued to play the pan flute steadily.

The bullock cart continued to move forward, the wheels sank deeper into the mud, and the boards creaked and creaked.Aaron thanked the woman, wiped the mud off his trousers, and looked up at Anton: "He's going to catch a cold."

The pan flute stopped again.Anton got up, lay down on the straw, looked down at him, and said, "No. I'm in good health!"

Aaron was noncommittal, and asked the middle-aged woman, "Ma'am, where are you going?"

"Go home," the woman said. "It's just ahead, Spring Township. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm going to help around there." Aaron said, "Bishop Antonio told me to go to Stone Town, and I don't know exactly what to do."

"It seems that you have a good background." The woman said something implicitly, and Aaron said:

"I can't help it. It's also the first time I've traveled far away, so I didn't think too much about it. Fortunately, Father God blessed me and let me meet you. It's too cold at this time of year! Amen!"

As he spoke, he drew a sun cross on his chest with his right hand wearing a suede glove, and the others followed suit.The woman stopped caring about him, and yelled at the boy again: "Anton, get the hell out of here! I can't kill you, brat!"

Anton made a face at her and blew a cheerful and sly tune with air.

The man snored while smoking, as if there was phlegm in his throat.Aaron felt uncomfortable and said:

"Sir, if you have a bad throat, you'd better smoke less."

The woman waved her hand and said, "Leave him alone, he's always been like that, he doesn't answer after asking, and even puts on a bad face. Bah!"

The man glared angrily, opened his mouth a few times, and said nothing.Aaron took the opportunity to take a look and said:

"Oh, maybe he's sick, and your husband doesn't necessarily mean it..."

"Mr. Reverend, don't worry about it!"

"I'm also a doctor." Aaron said happily, "Anyway, there's nothing to do on the way, so I'll show your husband to see it as a repayment!"

The woman smiled, but the man was reluctant.However, the latter nodded in agreement.

Aaron said, "Open your mouth, ah—"

The man removed the pipe and opened his mouth in doubt.Aaron took a look, pinched his wrist again, and said:

"It's angina. Pick some wood sorrel, remove the roots and cook it in medicinal soup."

"So simple?" The woman didn't doubt his words, after all, he was a well-dressed and confident curate, so she slapped her husband on the head, "Thank you, doctor! But the wood sorrel you said is-- "

Aaron described the appearance of wood sorrel to her, and said: "Try to eat separately from your husband these days, or ask him to eat last, so as not to contagious."

The woman wrote it down carefully, and then asked about the cause of the disease. She was confused, and finally shouted: "Anton! Go down and put on your coat! Listen, it's because of the cold that you get sick!"

Aaron didn't explain much. Hunger and cold are the biggest causes of poverty.

The woman scolded for a while, and Anton said without thinking:

"The laboring farmer should have the grain first."[1]

The old man in his car said: "What a dream, you idiot! We are working for the Lord God, how can we get ahead of the Lord, isn't that upside down? Society is going to be messed up!"

Aaron thought that it would be a mess for you six farmers to run out at this time.Anton pointed at him and said:

"It's the scriptures, don't you think, Mr. Reverend?"

People looked at Aaron, and he could only say:

"Yes, but—"

"That's it." Anton sat up, rubbing his cracked feet with his red hands, with a look of indifference, "Why can the master throw our food into the fireplace to burn while we have to run around in the cold? "

"Nonsense." A coachman seriously retorted, "The old man burns pine wood and coal in the fireplace, so he doesn't use straw. The smoke is so heavy."

The subject turned a corner and there was an argument about how the gentlemen, the clergy of the church, kept themselves warm in winter.The smoking man touched Aaron's clothes, and the woman immediately sighed, "Oh, look, the clothes are probably made of silk!"

In fact, it is wool, which is very different from silk.Aaron nodded vaguely, asked if they would like something to eat, and took out child-friendly candy to share with them.These people don't have the habit and ability to eat lunch. They only eat two meals a day. It's past noon now, and they need to replenish their energy—Aaron doesn't want to even roll people into the mud with the car.

In the early spring, the sky is still getting dark quickly, and it is evening at around five o'clock in the afternoon.Aaron's pocket watch was passed around in the hands of several peasants, it clicked open, and it clicked closed; they had a great time playing, without any respect for the noble young master and curate, the acting was very disrespectful, No wonder he couldn't get into the theater and was on duty, so he could only live in the countryside.Aaron didn't bother to think about it. He lay back on the straw, chewing the petals in his mouth, and looked aimlessly at the distant starry sky above his head that gradually became clear.

It was past six o'clock, and the roads were still deserted.The man's cigarette had long been exhausted, he smacked his lips, and suddenly slapped his head, grunting to say something.Anton sneered and said:

"Did you just remember? We are going to the stables to rest, where is there a place to entertain the young master?"

The woman said: "Anton! You will die if you don't say a few words? I'm sorry, master, look—"

Aaron was lying on the pile of straw, squinting his eyes and looking forward, there was indeed a village that looked abandoned for a long time.He turned around and said:

"The stables are also pretty good, the place where the Son was born for the first time. We are all children of God the Father, and we deserve to share misfortunes and blessings."

That night, a group of seven people did not actually live in the stable, but gathered in the hall on the first floor of a small hotel; the ox cart was driven into the stable.This was the most intact house in the town except for the chapel, and it was a cold day, the chapel with all the glass windows removed was leaking everywhere, making it even colder.

There are no usable bedding in the hotel, and the decayed staircase makes people afraid to go up to the second floor to live, and they are torn down to set fires.Aaron found wood sorrel near the chapel, together with the medicinal materials in the suitcase, he cooked some medicinal soup for the sick man, and made red date and ginger soup to share with everyone to drive away the cold.Although precious sugar and salt were added, for some reason, everyone still drank sadly, and Aaron thought it was because of the cold weather.

The six farmers had arranged to take turns at the night's watch, and Aaron was actually the one who didn't need to sleep, but he was an honorable curate now and shouldn't have any part in it.He didn't pay much attention to it, it's just that he didn't open for so many months, his hands were itchy, he had nothing to do, he gave a few old people a massage in the name of doing charity, and then he sat on the medicine box and drank his own ginger tea contentedly .In return, the woman asked Anton to polish the doctor's pointed leather shoes. It was hard to believe that the boy could do it with only a dirty sweat towel.

The author says:

[1] 2 Timothy 6:[-]

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The Chinese herbal prescriptions used in this article are basically picked up randomly from "Qian Jin Fang" and "Chinese Materia Medica". They are non-professional, just to look serious.Aaron treats the essence of metaphysics, this is the magical world.I have no preference/prejudice towards Chinese medicine. In reality, if you are sick, please seek medical treatment in time, and choose the appropriate Chinese medicine/Western medicine according to the situation.