The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Shang Xi looked at the medicine in her hand, and turned around to ask Qiao Rong about the properties of the medicine, but Qiao Rong had disappeared. She had no choice but to ask Yu Hua, who didn't know much, "Do you think this medicine can be used directly? Do you want to treat his wound first before using it?"

Yuhua is bolder than Shangxi in some ways, or to put it bluntly, she is reckless. She lowered her head and smelled the medicine in Shangxi's hand, "This medicine should be a good one."

“How do you know if this is a good medicine?”

"Is there anything worse than Youning's medicine? Just use it directly. If you don't use medicine, the child's wound will rot into a hole."

The child heard this and covered his wound with his hands and stood up with difficulty. It was easy to lie down, but it might be difficult to stand up. He grimaced in pain and said, "I won't apply medicine. You don't understand. My wound will heal. It won't rot into a hole."

The fear made him emotional, and the pain from the wound made the child's face turn purple.

"You think I'm scaring you? Look at your wound, it's bleeding." Yuhua looked at the child's wound bleeding, and her voice changed with fear.

Several women, whether they were brave or timid, bent down to look, and saw a stream of dark purple blood flowing out of the wound. How painful it must be.

The child was frightened, scared and helpless, so pitiful.

"What are you guys doing? Why did you bully the kid and make him cry?"

Hearing that it was Cheng Feng, the women were like seeing a life-saving straw. Shang Xi stuffed the medicine in her hand to Cheng Feng and said, "You came at the right time. You apply the medicine to him. We don't know how to do it."

"What injury?"

"The kid said it was a sword wound."

The child was a little scared when he saw the tall Cheng Feng, and kept rubbing his butt towards Shang Xi's feet.

Cheng Feng held down the child's messy head and said, "Don't move."

Cheng Feng bent down to take a look, then said, "This child is lucky enough! Has he been injured for quite some time?"

The child hesitantly said, "Half...half...half a month!"

Cheng Feng smiled, "Your injury looks like it has lasted for more than half a month."

"Remember...I can't remember. It was either half a month or a month."

"Hehe, there is a big difference between half a month and a month. How did you get here with such serious injuries?" Crossing two counties to the foot of the imperial city, let alone his perseverance, this injury is enough to kill the child on the road.

“Yes…someone carried me, and then when I felt better I…walked by myself.” At this time the child’s stomach growled, and he closed his mouth because he was shy.

Cheng Feng rubbed his head and said, "Are you hungry?"

The child nodded and then asked, "When can I have porridge?"

Facing the child's expectant eyes, Cheng Feng turned around and pointed at the cart carrying the grain, and said with a smile: "Wait until they set up the pot, and you can have porridge soon."

When the child heard that he was about to drink porridge, he kept swallowing his saliva.

Cheng Feng looked at his wound and said, "You need to see a doctor for this injury."

Hearing this, the child nervously covered his wound with his hands and said, "I don't want to see a doctor. I don't have money."

"I'll pay."

"Then I won't go either. Everyone in our village who has seen the doctor has died." After saying this, the child rolled over and stood up nimbly. Although he looked agile, the price he paid was still quite high. Everyone present could see that the child was in great pain and he was limping when he ran.

Cheng Feng reached out to grab the child back, but the child sensed someone was trying to catch him, so he ran even faster. Afraid that running too fast would backfire, Cheng Feng decided to give up trying to catch the child back for the time being.

Cheng Feng said to Shang Xi, "This child is afraid of doctors and is afraid of illness. Let's cook the porridge first."

"Why did you come just now? We have been waiting for you here for a long time." If he didn't come again, Shang Xi would want to go home in person.

Cheng Feng did not explain in detail why there were so many people, and just said that he had to go to the palace for something and was delayed for a while. However, what Cheng Feng feared came true. Before he could even cook the porridge, the number of refugees had already increased to several hundred.

However, if he was determined to set up a porridge shop to help the refugees, he couldn't feel sorry for the food. Fortunately, the next season's grain would be harvested soon, so he was a little relieved.

Cheng Feng looked around and said, "The messenger said that my son is reclaiming wasteland here. Where is he?"

Shang Xi pointed into the distance and saw Cheng Youning, wearing a straw hat and holding a hoe, digging the soil diligently.

It was not only Cheng Youning who was swinging the hoe under the scorching sun, but also his husband Song Tingzhi, who was physically disabled but mentally strong.

Cheng Feng stared at Song Tingzhi again and again, then asked Shang Xi, "What do you think of this Song Tingzhi?"

Shang Xi looked at him, wanting to say something but not wanting to, finally he couldn't stand it anymore and said, "This man is very indifferent. The refugees are robbing things and making trouble here, and he is doing what he should do over there, without even looking over here. Shanglin Ling is an official, and his position is not small. How can he turn a blind eye to it?"

Cheng Feng couldn't say for sure what kind of person this was, but he still believed in his uncle's judgment. "If he was chosen to be Cheng Youning's teacher, he must be a good person."

"It's been two days, and I haven't taught Youning anything. I've just let him swing the hoe in the hot sun. His little face is as hot as a monkey's butt. I think he's close to getting a heat stroke."

"Our son is full of energy, so it won't hurt to do some farm work. It's not a bad thing to hone his hard work and perseverance."

Shang Xi said: "I know it's not a bad thing, but your son doesn't even have a meal."

"Didn't you eat?" Cheng Feng thought for a moment and said, "It's not a big deal if you don't eat for two days. You won't starve to death."

After hearing what Cheng Feng said, Shang Xi told him about the sesame seed bun that was as hard as a rock.

"That's dogmatic enough."

Cheng Feng's eyes were looking at Cheng Youning who was busy in the distance, but Cheng Youning was completely unaware of it. His eyes were focused on the wasteland under his feet and Song Qianyuan who was walking through the meadow. He would glance at Song Qianyuan from time to time.

Song Qianyuan ran back and forth in the meadow dozens of times. No one knew how much grass there was that he had trampled down. He looked like he had lost something.

In order to understand why this person was walking through the meadow under the scorching sun, Cheng Youning shouted, "Song Qianyuan, what are you looking for?"

"I'll catch katydids for you!"

Cheng Youning looked at him as if he were a fool. Fortunately, the straw hat covered most of his face, otherwise his expression would be seen by Song Qianyuan and his little self-esteem would be hurt.

"Song Qianyuan, you have to follow the sound when catching katydids. You are just wasting your energy by searching around like a headless fly."

Cheng Youning shook his head unconsciously, thinking that this guy seemed a little stupid and had no idea how to catch katydids.

Song Qianyuan didn't want to stand in the scorching sun looking for katydids. This was just a matter of accepting defeat. He was a man who cared about his reputation, so he had to catch a powerful katydid for Cheng Youning as soon as possible.

"Your Highness, it's not that I didn't get anything. I caught a few in the past two days."