I'm afraid you'll be widowed

The girl probably sensed some kindness from Fang Cenxi's smile, so she also smiled and gathered up her clothes: "How many gentlemen are passing by for a night?"

"There's still some food in the kitchen."

Seeing this, the man who led Pei Gong and his party into the door turned gloomy at the girl again: "It's so cold, what are you doing out here? How can you talk about this?"

"You also want to learn from Sanjiaoer? Go to the city to enjoy happiness?"

The girl fell silent, and fled back into the house like a frightened lamb.

Pei Gong watched without moving, and met the man's smiling face in a blink of an eye.

"Don't take it seriously, the official, country girls don't know the rules."

"There are only my wife and I in this family, with a couple of children. My wife often suffers from cold and her legs hurt so much that she can't get out of bed in winter, and she is unconscious. The left and right sides are crude. Don't be disgusted by the officials."

As he spoke, he lit a dim stone candle and poured hot tea for several people.

Fang Cenxi listened without moving, and took the hot tea offered by the farmer.

He rested for a while, and seemed to have some thoughts, so he fixed his wandering gaze and smiled slightly at the farmer.

Looking at the look in his eyes, Pei Gong knew that Fang Cenxi was obviously thinking again.

So he didn't make a sound, just closed his eyes and rested on the side.

Fang Cenxi said to the farmer in a low voice: "To bother the owner of the house, I dare not ask extravagantly."

"It's not easy for the She family to be willing to take care of them. It's a good thing. I just heard that the family members of the She family have difficulty getting out of bed due to cold symptoms. If it is wind-cold-damp arthralgia, why not moxibustion moxa to relieve it?"

"My lord is still young, but he still knows medicine?" The farmer couldn't help being surprised, "The doctor in the village also said moxibustion moxa, but this wormwood is bought back, and moxibustion is not very effective."

Fang Cenxi said again: "The arthralgia of wind-cold-dampness needs ginger moxibustion, and ginger moxibustion is the most effective."

"Have the She family tried it?"

"This... I really haven't tried it before. This lord has a lot of experience and knowledge. If he is willing to show kindness..." The farmer hesitated twice, and all his eyes fell on Fang Cenxi.

Fang Cenxi took it easy: "It is fate that came here."

"Master, let's prepare wormwood and ginger."

The farmer was overjoyed and hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen.

Seeing this, Pei Gong tugged at Fang Cenxi's sleeve.

He lowered his voice and said suspiciously: "When did you study medicine? Can you do it? Don't hold back later."

"Third Master, don't worry." Fang Cenxi chuckled with sideways eyes, "Cen Xi has his own measure."

"Let me make a bet with the third master, we will gain something tonight."

Neither wormwood nor ginger are rare items, and they are easy to find in farmhouses.

The countryside doesn't talk about the defense of men and women like in Beijing. Even though Fang Cenxi and Pei Gong and his party are foreigners, they have the ability to cure stubborn diseases. In this village, they don't shy away from seeing this family woman and child.

Moxibustion is a careful job.

Moxibustion with moxibustion takes one or two hours at a time.

After Pei Gong settled the banner officers under him, he found a corner and sat down in the main room, fearing that something unexpected might happen to Fang Cenxi.

Fang Cenxi was calm and unhurried. Seeing that the disturbed peasants were already sleepy again, he said softly: "If the owner of the house is sleepy, go to rest and leave someone who can help me in the main room." .”

"If there are other things, we will trouble the Lord again."

Seeing Fang Cenxi's polite speech, the host felt relieved and went to sleep in the next room.

There was only one pair of sons and daughters in this family, and the one who took care of the depressed mother's clothes and quilts, and cut ginger and dusted Fang Cenxi, was naturally the older daughter.

After some moxibustion, Fang Cenxi looked at the girl and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The little girl bit her lip and shook her head vigorously.

Fang Cenxi was concerned again: "Then why keep your head down?"

The little girl hesitated to speak, struggled for a moment, and finally said: "Lang Jun is good-looking, and he speaks nicely, much better than Guo Xiucai in our village."

Pei Gong, who was resting with his eyes closed in the corner, only felt a bit of toothache.

He gasped, but he didn't open his eyes hastily, he just listened carefully with his ears up.

Fang Cenxi raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Guo Xiucai, are you a scholar from your village?"

The little girl nodded her head: "Guo Xiucai is very proud and looks down on us farmers. But my younger brother wants to study in Mengmeng, but I have to find him there."

"I thought that people who have studied are like Guo Xiucai, but just now I heard that you are also a scholar and an official. Isn't that better than Guo Xiucai? It turns out that an official is like Lang Jun ?”

Hearing this, Fang Cenxi smiled with a pair of good-looking eyebrows: "Officials are also human beings, we also have hands and feet, how is it different?"

Only then did the little girl raise her head timidly: "Lang Jun looks so young, he is about the same age as the brother next door..."

Fang Cenxi said again: "My surname is Fang, but I am six or seven years older than you, so it doesn't matter if I call you Brother Fang."

"What's your name?"

Pei Gong paused for a moment, as if he was particularly shy about the word "brother", and without hesitation glanced straight at the two people who were talking.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, trying to scrape off a layer of flesh from the person.

The little girl didn't meet Pei Gong's slightly ferocious eyes, she only heard surprise on her face, and hurriedly replied: "My name is Chunhong, the spring of spring, the red of bright red."

As she spoke, she became coy again: "Others say vulgar..."

"How can it be vulgar? There is a phrase that says 'Lin Hua's withering the spring red, it's too hasty', which are exactly the two characters in your boudoir name." Fang Cenxi laughed.

Pei Gong who was on the side heard the sound, his gaze turned cold.

Fang Cenxi was the one who could please little girls, and those words that could make people lose their minds were really easy to grasp, one sentence after another.

Pei Gong pursed his lips angrily, but Fang Cenxi, who was always sharp-eyed, turned a blind eye to him this time, and just bowed his head and replaced the ginger slices on the peasant woman's knee.

He continued to ask unhurriedly: "Chunhong, I heard that all five villages in the south of your city believe in impermanence, and yours too?"

"I came to stay overnight today, seeing your father is quite embarrassing, we must not have committed some taboo?"

Chunhong was overjoyed when she heard Fang Cenxi praise her name, and said bluntly, "I believe it. People in the five villages around us believe it."

"Today is the [-]th day. On the [-]th day of the Lunar New Year, Grandpa Wuchang will go on a parade. Every household is afraid of collisions. That's why they don't come home late and don't open the door at will."

"Parade?" Fang Cenxi paused, "Have you seen it?"

Chunhong shook her head vigorously like a rattle drum: "I haven't seen it, but the village chief and Dade said so, and my parents and neighbor uncles also told me so."

"Great virtue?" Fang Cenxi frowned lightly, "Who is the great virtue?"

Chunhong then said calmly: "There was a great plague in several of our villages decades ago, and the doctors were helpless. The central capital sent officials to check, but they didn't know where the disease came from."

"Later, a wandering Taoist priest came from the village, and asked Grandpa Wuchang to bless him. Only then did the disease go away and bless us safe and sound."

"The Taoist priest stayed in Lianzi Village next door and was in charge of offering sacrifices to Grandfather Wuchang. Several village chiefs respectfully called him a great virtue."

Fang Cenxi thought for a moment, and then asked: "When you just entered the door, what happened to Sanqiaoer that your father mentioned?"

"It's Sister Sanqiaoer from the Jiang family at the end of our village. Her sister fell ill, and the doctor said that there was no way to save her and she had to prepare for the funeral. She wanted to run out of the village with her sister on her back. She was arrested two or three times, and finally Uncle Jiang Fearing that the Dade would blame her, I sent Sister Sanqiaoer to the city, and the families of disobedient daughters would all be sent to the city, and no one came back."

"Sister Sanqiao'er's younger sister was buried two or three days ago, and I haven't seen her come back. It seems that life in the capital is indeed better than ours."

"Buried two or three days ago?" Fang Cenxi and Pei Gong couldn't help but look at each other.

"Jiang's Sanqiao'er's younger sister, is she about your age?" Fang Cenxi raised the corners of his lips, carefully recalling the female corpse he saw in the coffin in the ancestral hall in the middle of the night, and pointed to his eyes, "She gave birth to a baby here." mole."

Chunhong was startled, and stared at Fang Cenxi dumbfounded: "How do you know?"

Fang Cenxi smiled lightly: "Because I know fortune telling."

Chunhong immediately admired the "brother Xiao Fang" in front of her.

Seeing Fang Cenxi talking nonsense in a serious manner, Pei Gong couldn't help laughing to himself.

Fang Cenxi flicked the ashes on the moxa stick: "Then why did Miss Sanqiaoer of the Jiang family take her sister away?"

"She won't let her father give her sister a family." Chunhong frowned, "How can you not allow her? Grandpa Wuchang doesn't accept lonely ghosts."

"Since the doctor said to prepare for the funeral, why would he agree with others?" Even Pei Gong was puzzled when he heard it.

Chunhong smiled when she heard that: "Of course not directly."

"It's the family behind Xu, and they are married. Otherwise, if they go to the underworld, how can a girl's family be bullied by lonely souls and wild ghosts?"

"Destined relatives?" Fang Cenxi's hands could not help but pause, "Among your villages, ghost marriages are popular?"

"Why is this so prevalent?" Chunhong wondered, "The orphan girl is full of resentment, and Grandpa Wuchang doesn't accept her. Naturally, she must be matched with someone."

Pei Gong's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

This Heqiao village is at most ten miles away from the capital, at the foot of the emperor, how could there be such a custom?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask a few more questions, the man who had already gone to rest in the next room suddenly came over and angrily scolded: "Why are you so talkative? Are you being rude to the guests here?"

"If you let Wuchang know that you are so talkative and you have committed crimes to the village, how can you be worthy of the villagers?"

Chunhong immediately lowered her head, timidly daring not to speak.

Pei Gong and Fang Cenxi met each other's eyes, knowing that there must be something hidden in it.

The man changed his previous polite manners and became aggressive: "Guys, it's already dawn outside, it's inconvenient to stay in Heqiao Village, please go away on your own."

Pei Gong saw that the sky was already pale, and Fang Cenxi winked at him, so he stopped being entangled, sneered, and bid farewell to the farmer with a group of people.

Fang Cenxi just went out and didn't go far, and Fang Cenxi immediately laughed out loud: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Pei, the dignified Duke of Liang's mansion, would sometimes eat people and shut the door?"

Hearing this, Pei Gong couldn't help but become cloudy.

If it weren't for someone's tenderness and so many soft-spoken words with the girl named Chunhong, they still don't know where they are now, and it's not sure who will be rejected and who will be closed.

The more Pei Gong thought about it, the angrier he became, he couldn't help but choke on Fang Cenxi: "Then who else can be blamed?"

"What do you think? Master Xiaofang?"

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Pei Gou: I'm jealous, you have to coax me to get better!