Married a scholar

▍The original owner's brother's letter.

Today is a cloudy day, and the temperature that originally rose a little has also dropped.

After Meng Yining fed the chickens and cows, he walked to Xiaoqingshan with a basket on his back.

Xia Wenze went to see his husband, but he himself was at home and idle, so why not go dig some wild vegetables and come back.

There are not as many types of vegetation in Xiaoqingshan as in Daqingshan, but there are many wild vegetables growing around the foot of Xiaoqingshan.

Meng Yining took a sickle and cut off the fresh bracken one by one. The bracken is suitable for eating in cold salads. Of course, it is also delicious to make pickles.

After getting some bracken, Meng Yining dug up some ash vegetables, and folded some purslane.

Meng Yining got a lot of each of the three wild vegetables.

He also saw a large piece of wild sweet potato on a slope, but there is no fruit yet, just blooming small flowers hidden in the leaves.

There are also clumps of prickly pears, which are easily scratched by the small thorns on them if you don't pay attention.

After the wild vegetables were almost ready, Meng Yining turned a corner and went down a big slope to dig some weeds that could be eaten by cattle.

He didn't go back until the basket was full.

"Brother Aning."

Seeing him coming down from the mountain, the little radish heads greeted him with smiles.

"Come here to shoot pigweed?" Meng Yining patted their heads one by one.

"Uh-huh."

The little radish heads nodded, and one of the little girls raised her head and asked, "Brother Aning, I heard from Aniang that Honghong will never wake up again, is it true?" She and Honghong are best friends , Auntie must be lying to her.

He remembered that this was the youngest daughter of Meng Jiqiu, the youngest son of Grandpa Ertang's family. She was about the same age as Honghong. Although they were not in seniority, the two little girls had a good relationship on weekdays. Dig wild vegetables and collect firewood.

Meng Yining knelt down and looked at her, "Wenwen, Honghong will wake up, she's just sick."

"Really?" Wen Wen frowned.

"nature."

The other little carrot heads also came to comfort Wenwen, "Honghong will wake up, and we will play together then."

"Yes, my grandma just said, Honghong is a good boy, so what will he look like." A little fat man thought for a long time, but couldn't think of the word grandma said, and finally blushed.

Meng Yining looked at them with a smile. There were also brats in this village, but few of them.

Children also have their own small groups, like these children are one of their Montenegrin small groups.

Meng Yining pinched the little fat man's face, "Is your second brother back?"

The little fat man's name is Meng Yisheng, and the second brother's name is Meng Yijing. He is one of the original owner's only two good friends in the village. He went to play with his uncle's house just in the beginning of spring, and he hasn't come back yet.

Another good friend got married at the end of last year and went to another village. Now that he is busy with spring farming, he has never been back to the village.

"No, mother said that the second brother will not come back until he is done with work." The little fat man was not angry when his face was pinched, and he squinted his face with a smile.

Meng Yining played with them for a while, helping to clear pigweed and gather firewood, and then slowly walked home with a basket on his back.

"Brother Ning, I was looking for you." Aunt Rong held a letter in her hand.

"Ms. Rong, what do you want from me?" Meng Yining opened the courtyard door and let someone come in sideways.

"Here, here is your letter." Aunt Rong handed him the letter in her hand, and said in a low voice, "This is what the wife of the village head told me to give it to you. She said it was sent by your brother."

"My brother's letter?" Meng Yining looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, and was silent for a moment.

The original owner's elder brother was under 15 years old when he served in the military. The law clearly stipulates that those under the age of 16 are not allowed to serve in the military.And the old lady Meng just gave a false report of two years old, and sent the original owner's brother to serve in the military.

On the day when his brother went to serve in the military, the original owner told his brother to protect himself and not send money back. Keep the money by himself, and he won’t get it even if he sends it back.Just send a letter back every year.

The original owner's brother has been away for six years, and there was a letter back in the first year, but there was no letter after that.The original owner once pessimistically thought that his brother was dead, especially the old lady Meng would curse the original owner's brother from time to time that it would be better to die on the battlefield.

"Thank you, Aunt Rong." Meng Yining put the letter on the table, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds for Aunt Rong.

"I won't be polite to you." Aunt Rong put the melon seeds in her pocket. This thing is not worth much, so there is no need to push and shove, "Okay, I'll go back first."

"Okay, Madam Rong, go slowly." Meng Yining sent the person away, looked back at the letter on the table and sighed.The original owner has been waiting for news from his brother.

Meng Yining opened the letter, and the original owner's brother asked him if he was married and how he was doing at his husband's house, take good care of himself, he is fine now.I also told him I was sorry, in those years there were many wars on the border, and ordinary soldiers were not allowed to send letters at will.He also told him that he asked someone to bring back some things for him, and asked him to go to the town to pick them up from one of his comrades-in-arms.The letter also stated the name and home address of the comrade-in-arms.

Meng Yining read it word by word, then went to the backyard to find a place, and burned the letter. "This is a letter from my brother, you can read it too."

Now that he knew that the original owner's brother was fine, he was relieved.

The original owner was worried about the only elder brother who cared about him the most when he was about to die.

Looking at the ashes on the ground, Meng Yining sighed, hoping that the original owner could feel at ease now.

Meng Yining got up and went into the kitchen to wash the cutting board, and took out some shrimps and beef from the space.

After glancing at the ginger and garlic in the frame, Meng Yining went to the study to get some money and went to the village.

There wasn't much ginger and garlic left, so he had to go buy some.

Now that there was news of the original owner's brother, when Meng Yining was about to go to that brother's comrade-in-arms' house to pick up things, he asked the man how to send things to the barracks.

He wanted to prepare some food for his brother to send over.

As for the food, of course, shrimp paste and beef paste are the most suitable, and spicy radish is also very good.

These are not taboo.

"Doctor Zhou." Meng Yining knocked on the courtyard door of Doctor Zhou's house.

"Brother Ning, come in, the door is open." Doctor Zhou responded from the room.

"Doctor Zhou, I want to buy some ginger." If you want to say who has the most ginger, it is naturally Doctor Zhou's place.In this era, the biggest role of ginger is still as a medicinal material.

"Buy whatever you want, just take some back." Doctor Zhou went into the kitchen and brought him a few yuan.

"I want more." Meng Yining took the ginger from Dr. Zhou's hand, "It's about a dozen yuan."

Doctor Zhou went to get him some more, and asked, "But what's wrong with your body?"

"No, I'll use it to make something to eat." Meng Yining put the money on the stone table in the courtyard, "Doctor Zhou, how is the red girl?"

Dr. Zhou shook his head, let him sit down and said, "Yesterday and next night your third uncle came to pick him up. The trauma to the head is not a serious problem, but the bleeding in the brain leaves us helpless."

If you are lucky, the blood stasis will dissipate on its own, but if you are unlucky, the blood stasis may stay in your mind for a lifetime.

"We prescribed some medicine for her, better than nothing."

"My third uncle came to pick him up?" Meng Yining was a little surprised.

"Yes." Doctor Zhou was not a gossip either, "Your lobby sister-in-law left yesterday morning." She didn't come back after that.

Meng Yining frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. The Meng family is in a mess now, and Mr. Liu doesn't know how much he has to pay. "Then Doctor Zhou, if I invite you to see the red girl, you need to worry about it. If you need some rare medicinal materials, you can find someone to tell me."

He couldn't help otherwise.

"Okay." Doctor Zhou nodded, but he didn't ask him how he would get those medicinal materials when the time came.

"Doctor Zhou, I'm leaving." Meng Yining came out of Doctor Zhou's house and went to another aunt's house to buy some broad beans and garlic.

He likes to put some bean paste in the sauce, even if he doesn't put it, it's good to make a bean paste alone.

After returning home, Meng Yining began to get busy.

These kinds of sauces are very easy to make, Meng Yining has been busy all morning and made them all.

He has a lot of space for chili sauce, he just adjusts the taste a little bit, and then puts minced shrimp, beef and boiled broad beans in it.

There were no extra clay pots at home, so he poured out some bottles from the space to fill them in, and went to the town to buy some small clay pots in the afternoon before filling them back.

After a simple lunch, Meng Yining closed the gate of the courtyard and went to the town again.

He is fast, but it takes more than an hour to go back and forth.

Wash the small earthenware pots bought back, dry the water inside, and finally transfer the sauce to it.

In the end, I made shrimp paste, beef paste, and bean paste three kinds of sauces, as well as a spicy diced radish with shredded pork.There are two pots of each.

In order to prevent the clay pot from being broken on the way, Meng Yining also wrapped the pot with a thick hemp rope to prevent collision.As long as it's not too violent, it's generally not bad.

After finishing all this, Meng Yining was relieved.

In fact, he can also exchange these things on the plane trader, but considering that he took over the original owner's body and sent things to the original owner's brother, it is better to do it himself.

I believe that if it was the original owner, he should also hope to do something for his brother with his own hands.

There are also shoes, winter coats and so on.

By the way, there is also the medicine powder to stop the bleeding.

The border is bitterly cold, and my brother doesn't know how he has been through these few years.Even if the current emperor is a wise emperor, he can't stand the fact that there will be corrupt officials below.

Don't there usually be such things as deduction of military pay in TV dramas, movies and novels?

There are also eyesless swords on the battlefield, and my brother is still an ordinary person, and I don't know how many injuries he has suffered.

Those hemostatic powders should help.

Thinking of this, Meng Yining walked to the bamboo forest with a basket on his back.

He wanted to use a better hemostatic drug in his space, but it would be hard to say when the time came.

Since the hemostatic vine exists in the bamboo forest, it is something that is also available in this world, so it is the best.Take a few leaves another day and ask Dr. Zhou if he knows the medicinal properties of this hemostatic vine.

It would be best if you know, you can ask Dr. Zhou where there are more, and he can collect more and send them to his brother.If you don't know, that's okay, just tell Dr. Zhou about it, maybe it can help more people.

He is not a holy father, nor is he a kind-hearted person, but he doesn't mind helping others as much as possible without threatening himself and Xia Wenze.

Besides, it was just a small matter to him.

The author says:

I won’t write in detail about making the sauce. I miss the bean paste made by my grandma. It’s super delicious and better than mine.

good night.