That night, Wang Ximing was on duty in the gatehouse and did not return, and the mother and daughter finished their meal hastily, and began to sort out the thank you gifts sent by Mrs. Bian during the day.

There are eight delicate chests in total, with fine patterns carved on the dark wooden boards, and although they are not large, they look very decent.

Xu Silk Zhen flexed her finger and tapped lightly on it, nodding in admiration, "Just these eight Nanmu boxes are worth a lot of money." ”

Zhu Yan was thoughtful, reached out and pressed a box to stop Xu Suzhen from opening it, "Mother, you said, why did that lady send these things?" ”

Listening to what the lady over there said, there was only one son in the family, but unfortunately he died tragically, and he happened to have a son who left a posthumous abdomen, so he saved a wisp of blood, just because Zhu Yan saved the child with a word, he had to send so many things, and it felt incredible when he thought about it.

Zhu Yan thought of these things, and Xu Suzhen naturally thought of them, but she thought about it left and right, and she only couldn't remember whether Zhu Siye had ever befriended a family with a border surname when he was alive.

"Swallow, maybe it's really an emergency." Xu Silk Zhen forcibly suppressed the suspicion in her heart, and tried her best to appease Zhu Yan's feelings, she secretly made up her mind in her heart, if things were really wrong, she would definitely take Zhu Yan to leave Liumeng Village and find another place to stay.

Zhu Yan nodded suspiciously, and didn't say anything against it, what she was most worried about now was how to diagnose and treat the woman when she saw her the day after tomorrow.

"Swallow, open the box, it's a blessing or a curse, don't be afraid." Xu Suzhen had a cold face and reached out to remove the heavy lid on it.

The moment he opened the box, Zhu Yan was really amazed by what was inside.

It was not an ordinary gold and silver possessions, but a neat pile of paper.

"...... rice paper?" Zhu Yan whispered to herself, she never expected that such a precious box would contain a pile of rice paper.

Xu Suzhen's face was not turbulent at all, she carefully took out a knife of paper, spread it on another box, and the delicate rice paper slowly unfolded, about five feet long, the paper was tooth-white, sprinkled with fine gold flakes, with a faint pattern of the four gentlemen.

"This paper is not ordinary." Xu Silk Jane simply came to a conclusion.

For some reason, Xu Suzhen was clearly just a peasant woman, but Zhu Yan believed what she said from the bottom of her heart.

As the papers inside were taken out one by one, a dozen or so red satin boxes placed at the bottom of the box were revealed.

"It turns out that you sent pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

Xu Silk Zhen nodded, took out the things at the bottom of the box without saying a word, and lined them up on the ground.

There are a total of four large square boxes, and the remaining eight are narrow and narrow boxes. Open the satin lid engraved with the golden entwined lotus pattern, inside are two square inkstones, one black and one white, two notes of various colors, a set of sheep's hair, wolf's hair, a set of pens, a pen holder paperweight, and the rest of the box is filled with a few pieces of ink and paint.

"It's a little interesting, it seems that they came to seek medical treatment after inquiring into our details." Xu Suzhen looked at the pen and ink piled up on the ground, and felt a little calmer.

Before Zhu Yan was sick, Meng Zhu Siye taught a lot of poetry, calligraphy and painting, and he was also a little famous in Liumeng Village, and even the children knew that the fan she painted was good-looking, and the ancestors of the Wang family had several doctors, who were virtuous and skilled, and it was naturally easier to inquire.

However, Xu Suzhen couldn't make up her mind lightly now, so she glanced at Zhu Yan comfortingly, "Let's open other boxes and take a look." ”

Zhu Yan hesitated a little less this time, and simply opened the remaining seven boxes in one go.

Except for a stack of cloth in one box, as soon as the remaining six were opened, a complex smell of medicine filled the room.

"It turned out to be ...... Medicinal herb?! Zhu Yan was so shocked that he even forgot that in ancient times, there was no distinction between Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

Fortunately, Xu Suzhen was also attracted by those medicinal herbs and didn't notice her gaffe.

When she came back to her senses, Xu Suzhen had already closed all the boxes of medicinal materials, and her face was flat, "It's not good to leave, Ming'er will move these to the bamboo house in the backyard, you can go there to read the medical books and recognize the medicinal materials." ”

"yes, okay." Zhu Yan obediently agreed, and moved the remaining two boxes to his room with Xu Suzhen, and stacked them on top of each other with those camphor wood boxes.

Early the next morning, Zhu Yan got up, put on a coarse cloth coat, and went into the stove room to stew porridge.

The stewed porridge uses the leftover rice from last night, and Zhu Yan always thinks that the taste is a little bland, so he will cut a few strips of stored dried lotus leaves in it to add a little flavor to the light white porridge.

During the time of simmering porridge, Zhu Yan scooped the stored well water with a large copper spoon and heated it with residual heat in the small stove. The water here is not drinkable, but it can be used to wash your face for a while.

With that done, she leaned lightly against the edge of the stove, which was greasy and sticky when she first arrived, but now the white tiles on it, though cracked, were clean and not dirty at all.

The wall of the stove is chalk powder, but unfortunately it has not been repaired for a long time, and it is fumigated by smoke and oil and water from time to time, and it has already turned yellow and peeled off. As for the blue-black auspicious patterns on it, they are also broken in several places.

"Actually, it's not bad to live like this, but you have to repaint it." The life of the farmer is leisurely and plain, and Zhu Yan is not a person who can't bear the dullness, but she hopes that she can have some achievements, like now, in order to live comfortably, she needs financial support, and if she wants to earn enough money, I am afraid that she still has to fight hard.

After a while, the water in the small stove was already warm, Zhu Yan changed to a small copper spoon, slowly scooped the water in it into a wooden basin, threw the fresh hibiscus leaves he had just picked into it, and rubbed it a few times, and felt that there was sticky glue on his hands.

Zhu Yan slowly washed his face, took out a cotton cloth and wiped the water droplets on his face. Now that the conditions are difficult, she has no choice but to wash her face, fortunately, the original owner's innate capital is good, and it is not the same as special maintenance, and it is just as beautiful as heavenly.

splashed the washing water, and the lotus leaf porridge stuffing in the cauldron was almost there.

Zhu Yan filled two bowls, bent down and took out a small ginger-colored urn at his feet, picked a piece of pickles, cut it finely, and stacked it in a small plate, and the remaining porridge had a small half pot, and added a bunch of hard firewood to warm, which was prepared for his maternal uncle Wang Ximing, who came back from night.

Walking out of the house, it was another sunny spring day, Zhu Yan hung her coarse cloth clothes on the bamboo pole on the side, squinting her eyes to adapt to the sunlight outside.

Xu Silk Zhen planted yesterday's rapeseed early, because the weather was hot at noon, if the seeds were sown at that time, the seeds would be scorched.

"Mother, are you done? The porridge is going to be cold. ”