Copper Coins Chapter 56: Filament in the bone (1)

Today's Fang family, there are a total of eleven or twelve people——

The old man and his wife passed away one after another, and now Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing are in charge.

Uncle Chen can be regarded as a housekeeper, while Aunt Chen is both a steward and a cook. The two gave birth to a pair of twin brothers. They guard the front hall of the pharmacy and are responsible for collecting medicines and keeping accounts, but the account book is always given to Fang at night. bear their purpose.

Xingzi lost her parents since she was a child. She was brought back by the deceased old man and wife of the Fang family. Since Jiang Shijing got married, she has been following her closely. In name, she is a girl. In fact, she learned from Jiang Shijing piecemeal. A lot of pharmacology and medicine can also be regarded as a helper at critical times.

The rest are guys who help with chores and collect and dry herbs. There are a few younger ones who are apprentices sent by others.

However, my buddy is not always there. Sometimes I go out to collect medicines, and it takes many days to go away. And those elementary school apprentices don't come every day. Most of them are children from poor families. Apart from learning some skills, they can't run away from homework.

So the liveliness of the Fang's pharmacy is always in the front hall, and there are not many people in the real backyard.

Tonight is probably the busiest day in the backyard of the Fang's pharmacy - those beggars who were brought back by Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing cleaned themselves and then replaced them with Uncle Chen and Sister-in-law Chen. The jackets they found. Although the jacket is not new, it is neat and clean, and the most important thing is that there is no break or lint.

It is not without reason that the Fang family and the Jiang family have been on good terms with each other for many years.

Sister Chen looked at the beggars' hands and feet with tattered jelly, tutted repeatedly, and without a word, pulled out some spare hand warmers, filled them with charcoal and stuffed them into their hands one by one: "Well— Bake it, look at this frozen thing... eh? Don't scratch it! Don't scratch it, don't scratch it, it's like this, as soon as it's warmed, it's itchy, you stay here for a while, and I'll get you some medicine."

These beggars are not lazy at all, but because of the famine in their hometown and their disabilities, they were forced to this point. But no matter what, it really doesn't make sense for them to bind people first. If it were ordinary people, it would be lenient not to care about them, but I never imagined that the Fang family would not only care about them, but would be willing to help them treat their illnesses and save people, and even treat them like guests.

Being so settled by Mrs. Chen, these beggars felt guilty and uncomfortable. The arrogance in the wild disappeared, and they all became stupid quails, stammering: "Don't, don't be busy, I, We are used to freezing, and this jelly is not new, so let it go."

About in his own home, the momentum will come up. Sister Chen's eyes widened immediately and she said, "Are you injured or mine? Do you understand medicine or I understand medicine? Cover up! Don't let go, I'll come later."

The twin brothers who happened to pass by the door saw their mother's tone, and suddenly remembered the scene when they were trained when they were young. They shrank their necks and wanted to walk, but before they could turn their heads, they were stopped by Mrs. Chen. , "What are you two running for? Are ghosts chasing and biting you? Come here."

The brothers Xiuping and Xiu'an turned their heads in embarrassment, and said with a dry smile, "Mother, what's the matter? The shop has just been closed, and I have to send the account book to Young Master Fang."

"How big is the ledger? Does it have to be carried by two people?" Sister Chen angrily pointed at one, "Go get a glass of wine, a stronger one, and some gauze and linen."

"Liquor? What do you want liquor for? Did Dad make you unhappy?" The younger brother Xiu An who was instructed murmured, and the elder brother had already hurried away with the ledger.

"Does your father have the guts?" Sister Chen pointed at the beggars in the house, and said, "This house has grown jelly, so I'll burn it for them."

My brother's face turned a little green when he heard the frozen son.

When he was a child, he had a tight skin, and he always found fault with Xiuping. Once there was a heavy snow day, the two brothers were supposed to get out to play in the snow, but they started playing again, and their faces were covered in snow. , In the end, with the brute force of not being afraid of death, he buried his brother's neck up to his neck, his hands were red from the cold, and he was beaten by his mother, and his **** was swollen three feet high. For this reason, his brother laughed at him for a month.

Unfortunately, not long after a month passed, the brothers couldn't be happy anymore-the two had been fighting in the snow for too long, and when they came back, they recklessly soaked their numb hands and feet in hot water. When it's hot, the fingers and heels are full of frozen seeds, swollen into radishes, and when it's hot and itchy, it's better to die than life.

Sister Chen cut the **** foam, smashed out the juice, mixed it in the spirits, and rubbed the brothers with jelly. The repair was fine, but it was swollen. I had to cry for my father and mother, my snot bubbles came out, and I was laughed at by my brother for a month.

The taste was so unforgettable in this life that Xiu An couldn't help grinning when he heard this method.

He took advantage of Chen's inattentiveness, and gestured at the beggars in the house, "Seeking more blessings."

The beggars: "..."

Qingping winter is cold and wet, and there are not a few people who give birth to frozen seeds. Some people are thinking about reducing swelling at home. She quickly cut a bowl of **** foam, smashed it into juice, and poured the spirits from Xiu'an into the bowl, dipped it with gauze and sackcloth, and rubbed the beggars' jelly bit by bit.

"This is good, the mouth is broken, the pain is a little bit painful, but the effect is quick." Chen Ao said so, but the beggar was so hot that she burst into tears.

So this man with a stubborn temper, just after entering Fang's house for one night, was made obedient by Sister Chen. Hanging their hands dipped in **** wine juice, they tearfully asked Sister-in-law Chen if there was anything they could do to help them.

When this room was busy, Fang Chengjiang Shijing had no time to spare. There was only one house in the backyard that was closed, and no sound was heard.

It is Xuan Min and Xue Xian who are temporarily living in this room.

Although the Fang's house is not small, it is also limited. The beggars were divided into two wing rooms, and the sick took up another room, leaving only two empty rooms, one for Shi Shizhang and Lu Tianqi Jiang Shining didn't need to sleep anymore, and the remaining two ancestors could only share a room.

It's not that they didn't make do with each other, and the two of them are people who don't care whether they sleep or not, so they don't have any objections.

Of course... Xue Xian, who was photographed with a paper talisman facing the wall, once wanted to raise an objection, but he swallowed the objection because of some inexplicable thought.

This is probably because I have been controlled a lot, and I have developed a little habit. It's strange that I don't get used to it for a day...

Since the Jiang family was overthrown in the evening, Xuan Min closed the door and sat down beside the bed.

From the first day Xue Xian knew him, he never really lay down and slept. At night, he either sat at the table and closed his eyes, or sat cross-legged beside the bed and meditated. Hua Bafeng's unmoving appearance, even with his eyes closed, gives people a feeling of being unapproachable.

However, Xue Xian himself was using copper coins to cultivate his spine, and he didn't have the time to find fault with Xuan Min, so the whole room was silent, so quiet that no one from the Fang family dared to disturb him.

At dinner time, Jiang Shijing and Fang Cheng had come to invite people, but they knocked on the door but didn't hear the answer, almost thinking that something happened to the two people in the room. It was Jiang Shining who took advantage of the cardboard body to stick his head in through the crack of the door, glanced left and right, and waved at his sister and brother-in-law when he came out: "Don't call the door for the time being, if they are hungry, they will go out by themselves. .”

He didn't quite understand what Xuanmin and Xue Xian were recuperating, but he was so unpredictable that he couldn't be interrupted. Besides, these two ancestors were different from ordinary people. Say it doesn't matter.

The Fang family is not familiar with Xue Xian and Xuan Min. They only know that they are both experts, and most of the experts in the world have weird temperaments and habits. In order to avoid taboos, they naturally take Jiang Shining's words as the standard.

On weekdays, Fang's family has to take a break at Eshi. There are many people on this day. The lights in each house in the yard went out one by one, the whispering conversation gradually became smaller, and finally the courtyard became quiet.

When Xue Xian opened his eyes, the clapper of the third watch had already rang for a while, and everyone in the house fell asleep, and could only hear some faint snoring. Most of the lamp oil in the house was burnt, and the wick had not been plucked for a long time, making the fire dim.

However, he opened his eyes not because of the noisy snoring or the dying oil lamp, but because the paper talisman on his forehead was inexplicably hot.

Because a keel was melted, Xue Xian himself was a little burned, but the paper talisman attached to his forehead burned even more than him, so hot that even he felt a little scorching. He sighed lightly, frowned, looked at Xuanmin, and whispered, "Bald donkey?"

Xuan Min did not respond.

"The bald donkey? Take off this piece of paper, I can't be a demon even in the middle of the night." Xue Xian endured the burning sensation on his forehead and said.

But still no answer.

"Bald donkey?" Xue Xian felt that something was wrong. After shouting twice, he changed his way of calling, "Xuanmin! Don't pretend to be dead, I know you haven't slept."

He used the dim light to stare at the person meditating beside the bed and waited for a while, but he still didn't see any movement from Xuan Min.

"You're all right—" Before Xue Xian could finish his sentence, Xue Xian felt that the hot paper talisman on his forehead suddenly loosened, and it fell from his nose so lightly and landed on the ground.

As soon as the paper talisman fell, Xue Xian was able to move. He didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly steered the two-wheeler to the side of the bed, trying to touch Xuanmin's hand on his lap.

As a result, he was shocked when he grabbed Xuan Min's finger.

Yes, that paper talisman was made by Xuan Min, and it is naturally inseparable from Xuan Min if it appears strange.

"Hello, bald donkey?" Xue Xian probed the pulse of Tan Xuanmin, and found that the pulse was urgent and heavy, which made people feel anxious and uneasy.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the mole again?

Having seen Xuan Min's abnormality several times, Xue Xian almost subconsciously wanted to look at the small mole on the side of Xuan Min's neck. But the lights in the room were too dim, and it was hard to see what happened to the mole. Xue Xian had to get closer.

The little mole didn't show any blood, but Xue Xian felt a little uncomfortable—

Because Xuan Min's body temperature is really too high, after getting close, the heat from the skin of his neck will inevitably warm Xue Xian, with a little sweat, which makes the already hot and unbearable heat. Xue Xian became even hotter, going straight to his head, making his mind inexplicably empty.

So much so that he shifted his eyes in a strange way, and unconsciously changed from staring at the mole on the side of Xuan Min's neck to staring at Xuan Min's profile.

Yao Mo is steamy, which makes people lazy. His gaze is a little vague, and he doesn't know if it falls on Xuan Min's eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, or...

But an eminent monk is an eminent monk, even if his whole body is burnt like this, just by looking at his face, he can't see the slightest clue.

Xuan Min's expression did not change, it was exactly the same as when he closed his eyes in the evening. If Xue Xian hadn't been able to feel his pulse, which was pounding like a drum, and could feel the warmth that he was constantly exuding, he might have been calmed down by him. The appearance was deceived.

I don't know if it was because of the heat in Xue Xian's body, or something else, Xuan Min's pulse became heavier and heavier, and the damp heat in the neck was evaporating more and more, Xue Xian watched lazily. Xuan Min quietly closed his eyes, not knowing what kind of evil he had fallen into, but he didn't want to move.

Just when his enthusiasm was burning his brain, he unconsciously moved his fingers on Xuan Min's wrist.

Xuan Min's pulse jumped like a drum, half opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at Xue Xian.

For a moment, the breaths of the two were almost intertwined, making people suddenly have the illusion of being extraordinarily close...