"If there is no response from someone's home, be sure to find someone to kick in the door and see if they are fainting at home!" The yamen servant did not see the old village chief's expression. On a snowy day, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. On a cold day, carrying so many medicinal soups and hurriedly delivering medicines everywhere made me tired and anxious. There is no time to figure out other people's thoughts. The yamen servant put down two barrels of soup and ran in one direction. Ji Caiyan glanced at the villagers receiving the soup and the old village chief distributing the soup. Don't know anyone. Ji Caiyan took out a wooden bowl from his pocket when no one else saw it. The wooden bowl looked a little patinated and had been used for a long time, just like the ones used by ordinary villagers. "Little girl, are you from the village next door?"
The uncomfortable look in the old village chief's eyes had disappeared, and a kind smile appeared on his face. Seeing Ji Caiyan approaching to ask for medicinal soup, he took a spoonful and put it into Ji Caiyan's bowl. Nothing exclusive at all. "Well, my surname is Wang. I am a distant relative of the Song Wenqing family of the Song family. His mother's second aunt's distant niece's aunt is my mother." Ji Caiyan looked at the old village chief with a sincere face,
"My father fell ill and passed away, so I had no choice but to come to join my cousin from the Song family." Ji Caiyan only knew Song Wenqing's name and vaguely knew that his ancestral home was here, but did not know the names of other members of his family. "Song Wenqing?" "There is no such person in the village." The old village chief's cloudy eyes flashed, but he still had a kind smile on his face. Ji Caiyan noticed that while the old village chief was speaking, a villager nearby who was receiving the medicinal soup hesitated. But he didn't say anything. Instead, he directly received the medicinal soup and left in a hurry. Yes, in the village, the village chief has more power than anything else. Ji Caiyan lowered his eyes and said nothing more. He just touched Xiao Zhu Zhu on his shoulder, took the medicinal soup and left the village. Little Zhu Zhu flapped her red wings and emitted the unique chirping sound of the Suzaku. Looking for the three-headed Master Xiao Song. The birds flapped their wings in response. In less than a quarter of an hour, Xiao Zhuzhu returned to Ji Caiyan's shoulder.
Ji Caiyan's pupils narrowed and she rushed in one direction. In the distance, I saw two figures walking in front. A small figure was lying on the ground and was kicked by someone who was standing. "The village chief said that Song Wenqing is considered a member of Songjia Village, so burying him in his ancestral grave would be considered a good deed." "When spring comes next year, each of our families will receive an acre of land for free from the land that will be cleared." A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said with a smile. "This kid hasn't died yet, has he?" Another person spoke softly. "Oh, the village chief said he was dead, so he is dead!" "Song Wenqing's parents are dead, and his uncle has paid the village chief again. We are just helping to do what needs to be done." "Little devil, if you die, you will die. When you go to the underworld, remember not to come to us, but to your uncle." "I overheard what the village chief said. Your uncle bribed the bandits, so the bandits went to rob and kill your parents." The pointed mouth looked at Song Wenqing, who had an angry look on his face, and he spoke carelessly. In his eyes, there was no difference between Song Wenqing and a kitten or puppy. These days, children are not human beings. Every family is struggling to have children, and every family has children who die young and cannot be raised. At Song Wenqing's age, there are countless people who fell ill or died unexpectedly. Song Wenqing endured the pain in his body, his teeth clenched tightly, and his eyes were full of anger. There was endless grief and anger in his chest. Even though he had already guessed that his uncle's family was the murderer of his parents, the grief and anger of hearing it with his own ears and being unable to take revenge made him almost give up. At this moment, he had been lying in the snow for a long time. The illness and the pain on his body made it impossible for him to move his fingers. He watched helplessly as the hand of the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stretched out towards him. "stop!" Seeing that Master Xiao Song was about to be caught, Ji Caiyan quickly shouted loudly. At the same time, he used Qinggong and kicked the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. "who……" The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and another helping villager turned around at the same time, before they had time to see clearly who was behind them. A strong force came. The two of them flew out of thin air more than ten meters away.
Xiao Song Wenqing finally couldn't hold on anymore. Before he fainted, he felt that the two men had brought up a strong wind when they flew out. The person who came seemed to be a girl, but her face was not seen. Only the golden cicada and jade pendant hanging on her waist was seen. …… Ji Caiyan took Song Wenqing to a dilapidated thatched house not far away. The door of the thatched house was wide open, with some thatch placed on it. Judging from the traces of snow on the ground, Xiao Song Wenqing climbed out of this house. Ji Caiyan immediately checked Xiao Song Wenqing's physical condition. He had a broken finger, a broken rib, varying degrees of bruises on his body, and was infected with the plague. Ji Caiyan took out a bowl of medicinal soup from the space and drank it for Xiao Song Wenqing. While Xiao Song Wenqing was unconscious, he straightened his misplaced fingers and treated the injuries to his abdominal ribs. After thinking for a while, he sprinkled some ground ginseng powder into his mouth. There was a crackling sound. Ji Caiyan lit a fire in the house and buried a beggar's chicken and three or four sweet potatoes in the fire. The temperature in the room slowly warmed up and was no longer so cold. Ji Caiyan touched Xiao Song Wenqing's forehead, which was no longer so hot. The decoction made from the spiritual spring water in Ji Caiyan's space was very effective. Ji Caiyan carefully looked at the unconscious Xiao Song Wenqing. At the age of seven, there is some dust on the face, but it can still be seen that it is white and tender. It was probably due to a sudden change in the family, and he was still wearing brocade clothes. Ji Caiyan touched Xiao Song Wenqing's clothes, frowned and asked Xiao Zhu Zhu in a low voice, "Can we go back to the time when Master Xiao Song's family changed?" Xiao Zhu's crimson wings moved and she spoke seriously,
"Master, cause is effect, and effect is cause." "What you see sixteen years later, what you are in, is the world you have changed." "Before you traveled to the past to save the plague, it was already destined that you would come to save the people. At the same time, you were also born in a world without the plague." This was not the first time Ji Caiyan heard Xiao Zhuzhu say this and rubbed the area between his eyebrows. Since she met Song Wenqing, Song Wenqing was alone. At the same time, Song Wenqing, who was alone, had already seen her from the future. In other words, even if she arrives that day, Master Xiao Song will still grow up alone. "……Thank you." Ji Caiyan was still in a daze, while Xiao Song Wenqing had faintly woken up.
He first looked at the jade pendant around Ji Caiyan's waist, and then looked at Ji Caiyan's face. There were tears in his dark eyes, but he was extremely firm and calm. Please vote for recommendations.