december

Bai Han jumped all the way to the door of the pharmacy with the basket on his back.He first poked his head and took a look inside. There were no patients, which meant that the work to be done at the moment was neither urgent nor much.So he walked in with confidence.

A bamboo basket flew over with perfect precision and hit him on the forehead.

Fortunately, it was a bamboo basket, not the inkstone that Master usually used.

But the master is also reluctant to hit people with the inkstone.

Bai Han breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let you collect medicine! You went to collect excrement, right?" Ma Ren sat on the edge of the table in the small hall of the pharmacy and stared at him, "Where's the medicine?"

"Here." Bai Han put down the baskets, squatted on the ground and began to pick.

"Divide the medicine and sweep the stairs. The batch of medicinal materials brought in by Boss Wu on the West Street is still waiting for you to get them, and the pile in the backyard must be fried and poured into the pot today." Ren finished speaking in one breath, then glared at him again, "During the day, don't expect to get paid if you don't finish today."

"Understood." Bai Han replied with a sullen head, and prepared to go to the backyard after picking up the medicine.

Just when Wenxiu came out from the back room, she frowned and glanced at Bai Han, then turned to Ma Ren: "Father, you are a doctor after all, can you hold back your temper, why are you always getting angry at Xiaobai, Xiaobai?" If Bai is scolded by you, I'll see who will work for you to collect herbs."

"Myself!" Ma Ren shouted very stubbornly.

Wenxiu followed Bai Han into the backyard, and leaned against the door to watch him work.

"Xiaobai, don't pay attention to my father, he's just like this, don't take it to heart. Take your time today's work, he won't pay you."

"Thank you, Sister Wenxiu." Bai Han raised his face and smiled at her.

After finishing the work that Ma Ren ordered, it was almost dark, and miraculously, the rain that had lasted for several days stopped, and a few stars appeared.

There were still no patients in the pharmacy.Ma Ren sat at the table with his head propped up in a daze.

Bai Han felt that the reason for the poor business of the pharmacy was not that the people in Yuancheng were in good health, but that the attending doctor's temper was too scary, which scared the patients away.Who wants to see a doctor and be yelled at.

Wenxiu paid him his wages for the day, and also gave him a few warm white steamed buns that had just come out of the cage.

"Eat it while it's hot. The child is exhausted from a busy day and needs to grow." Wenxiu looked at him and smiled.

"I'm only two years younger than you." Bai Han gnawed on a steamed bun, "Can you stop calling me a child? I'll be eighteen this year."

"I can't see at all that you will be eighteen after this year." Wenxiu patted him on the shoulder in surprise, "You look like a child who is ten and fifty-six."

"It grows slowly." Bai Han frowned, then laughed again, "Maybe one day it will become jointed like bamboo."

"Okay, okay." Wenxiu pushed him, "It's getting dark, let's go home."

"Thank you, sister." Bai Han bowed to her, happily skipping home.

Bai Han's home is five blocks away from Ma Ren Yao's, but it's been more than five years since he walked back and forth. For a road idiot like him, finding a home is easy.Moreover, after eating a few big steamed buns given by Wenxiu, he was full of energy, and he jumped back very fast all the way.

When he opened the door, he saw his mother sitting in the small hall with a straight face.Mother heard the movement and looked up at him.

"Have you paid your wages today?"

"It's over." Bai Han took out the money from his pocket and put it on the table.

Mother frowned, stretched out her finger, counted, and was very unhappy: "It's only six yuan? Are you lazy today?"

"I went up to the mountain to collect herbs, and I didn't do the work in the morning." Bai Han didn't intend to continue talking to her, and turned back to the room.

"Slow down! Your brother is asleep, dare to wake him up to see if I can't beat you to death." Mother leaned out and yelled.

Bai Han wanted to say that if he couldn't wake him up, your voice would definitely be fine.But I didn't say it in the end.

The room was for him and his younger brother Bai Zike. It was very small, with a low table and a bed on both sides. Other than that, there was no other furniture.

Because of the age, the voices in the house can't be too loud, and the walls on all sides will slam down when they are very young.

A small dim oil lamp was lit on the low table, and Bai Zike was sleeping soundly on the bed to the left of the table, his chest heaving up and down very regularly, and he even let out a very high-frequency snoring sound.

Sleep at any time.Bai Han withdrew his gaze in disgust, tidied up his bed, took off his shoes and lay down on it.

so tired.

Lying down, I felt that the exhaustion of the whole day was released on the bed.

I can hardly keep my eyes open.

Mingjing.

Bai Han thought of this name again.I actually forgot to ask Sister Wenxiu how to write Jing.Really.

Must remember tomorrow.

Bai Han nodded, and unconsciously recalled the image of Ming Jing walking towards him like a fairy leading a white deer in the rain, mist and green fields.

It's so beautiful.I have never seen such a handsome boy.

Thinking about it this way, all the things I saw in Yuancheng in the 17 years before my life were crooked melons and cracked dates.But maybe the men in Yuancheng are very ugly, but not necessarily outside of Yuancheng.

What kind of world is it outside Yuancheng?I really want to go and have a look.

After thinking about it for a while, Bai Han closed his eyes and fell asleep wrapped in a blanket.

39, forty, forty...

"Little prince." Someone called him.

41.

Ming Jing persisted in counting the fallen petals, leaned back on her neck on the chair beside the stone pavilion, and then raised her eyelids to look at the old monk with white beard and a cassock walking over with a smile on her face.

The old monk held a thin cloak in his hand and handed it to him: "The dew is heavy in late autumn, don't catch cold at night."

Ming Jing thanked her, put the cloak over her shoulders, and prepared to continue counting flowers.

"Can't the little prince sleep well in the old slave's ruined temple? Did you come here in the middle of the night to get some wind?" The old monk smiled.

"No." Ming Jing continued to stare at Luo Ying under the tree, "Spoil Luo Hua'er, you interrupted me."

"Oh." The old monk smiled again, "But this old slave is a little curious about what happened after the little prince met Master Changling today."

"It's nothing." Ming Jing leaned his head on the pillar of the pavilion, and a little moonlight fell on the corner of his eyes through the pavilion, "He is a miserable child now. He lost his way when he went up the mountain to collect medicine during the day. I sent him down the mountain."

Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed, and stretched out his hand to catch a fallen flower that was blowing in the wind: "I still want to invite me to dinner to repay me, very enthusiastic."

The old monk sat down beside him and looked out of the pavilion with a smile: "Has the little prince thought about how to repay his kindness?"

"Old fox, can you stop calling me a prince?" Ming Jing frowned, and finally couldn't help it, "You have been away from Yudi for too long, you are out of date, no one calls me that now, Tubutu Ah, just call the name."

"Okay, okay." The old monk thought for a while, "Then, young master, have you thought about how to repay your kindness?"

"No no no no. Go back to the house and leave me alone."

Ming Jing felt even more uncomfortable when she was called out by the young master, she got up and stamped her feet and left the pavilion.

"The temper is really as bad as the old fox king." The old monk smiled and shook his head.

How to repay the favor?

This is a difficult problem.

Can't use spells, don't let him give money to others, change official luck, and lead marriage.

What the hell is there to repay?Don't mortals only want these things for a lifetime?Is it possible that one life is worth one life?

Ming Jing was laying on the bedside, playing with the flames in the oil lamp with her fingertips boredly, thinking about it but couldn't think of any feasible solution.

A stinky old man asked him to repay the kindness he owed himself, which was not sincere at all. Master Chang Ling would definitely think that he was perfunctory when he recovered his memory after returning.

Breaking things.It's all shit.

Ming Jing kicked the quilt distractedly, then got up and spread the quilt again, covered her head and fell asleep without thinking about anything.

Ming Jing was woken up by a series of "young masters" from an old monk outside the door.

"Young Master, I have prepared face washing water for you. You can get it from the source of the hot spring on the mountain. There is no such good washing water in Yudi."

"Master, let's have breakfast."

"Master, breakfast is going to be cold."

"Master, skipping breakfast is bad for your health."

Ming Jing couldn't bear it anymore, jumped out of bed with a stomach full of anger, opened the door and stared at him.

"Old Yu, are you annoying?"

"Young... hey, are you up, master?" Lao Yu looked at him with a smile.

After washing his face and eating the unpalatable vegetarian meal in the temple, Ming Jing still didn't get up angry after waking up.But Lao Yu didn't continue to hang around in front of him, he was busy cleaning the backyard and offering incense.

Ming Jing walks to the door of the backyard, and leans against the door to watch him sweep the fallen leaves.

"You said you are quite old, why can't you think about leaving Yudi to build a temple on this dilapidated mountain and live by yourself?"

"The air here is good." Lao Yu replied with a smile.

"Do you have the nerve to break the reason?" Ming Jing looked at him.

"I told you that you don't understand, you are still young." Lao Yu shook his head with an inscrutable expression.

"You look down on this prince?" Ming Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Are you called the prince or the young master?" Old Yu laughed.

"Don't even call. It's annoying to hear." Ming Jing waved her hands impatiently, "I went down the mountain to find my father's savior, and I'll come back at night."

"Do you want to save food for you?" Lao Yu called out to his back.

"No, he invited me." Ming Jing waved her hand again without looking back.

The author has something to say: Ming Jing is really a hot-tempered guy.