The next day, Bao Laizi took Ma Daoying's mother and daughter to Baozhuang to see his old house, which was a tiled house lined up at the entrance of the village, with a total of five rooms, two of which were stacked with firewood, and the other three, one for the bedroom, the second for the middle hall, and the third for the kitchen.

However, Bao Laizi and his wife have not lived in this house for a long time, and most of them live in the donkey meat restaurant in the market, but they only come back for a few days during the New Year's holiday, and then his wife often comes home to sweep the dust, open the doors and windows to ventilate and blow the air, and remove the mildew.

Around the clock, when Bao Laizi came to the door of the house, there was still a rectangular copper lock hanging on the door, and when the door was opened, a choking musty smell emanated from it. Bao Laizi said to Ma Daoying: Originally, I should have taken you directly to the donkey meat restaurant for lunch, it was still early at this time, and it was not too late to go later.

He walked into a room with stacks of wood, pushed open a bundle of stacks, revealing a wooden cabinet with many square drawers, and the smell of medicine in the air, which Hongdi smelled and sneezed. Bao Laizi continued: All herbs are medicines, it turns out that these cabinets are all herbs, I want to find a few herbs to decoction water, and wash the itchy sores on Hongdi's neck. If it weren't for this, we could have gone straight to the donkey meat restaurant.

Yes! It is important to treat the sores of the red tu. Ma Daoying said as she watched Bao Laizi take out a handful of herbs from the cabinet drawer that she couldn't name, then rinse them with water, and then put them in a clay pot and fry them on the fire, and boiled them in about a quarter of an hour.

Bao Laizi slightly reduced the firewood, and boiled it for about half an hour, until the liquid medicine in the crockpot evaporated to a small half with the gas, and then he wrapped the handle of the crockpot with a rag and took it down to cool, and the mouth of the can still emitted a cloud of gas, and the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine. The fire pit was still shining, and Ma Daoying and Hong Di sat around watching, their faces red and hot from the radiant heat.

Bao Laizi said: When this liquid cools down, and then use cotton wool to rub the red, swollen and itchy affected area, it can immediately stop the itching, three to five times a day, for a week, and generally the stubborn itching can be cured. Ma Daoying nodded while listening, and then rubbed the red and said, "Child, you have to live here for treatment."

Mom, you can't go. Hongdi nervously approached Ma Daoying's side and said Mom, I will go too. Ma Daoying pushed her away and said Child, if you can't cure the itching and go back, Dad will throw you to the back mountain to feed the wolves. Hongdi cried "wow", and said while crying: Mom, accompany me to heal my illness and then go home.

Bao Laizi carefully packed the cooled liquid in the clay pot into a transparent glass bottle, and the glass bottle immediately appeared ochre black. He tightened the lid, put it aside, wrapped a strip of cloth around a chopstick, then put it into the crockpot where there was still some liquid and dipped it a few times, took it out, walked up to Hongdi, and said, "Good boy, bow your head slightly."

Hongdi complied, and Bao Laizi dipped the chopsticks in a strip of cloth with the liquid medicine and rubbed it on her red, swollen and itchy affected area, once, twice, three times...... Bao Laizi asked while wiping: Is it still itchy? Hongtu said, no more itching. Bao Laizi went on to say, "This potion bites so hard that it will definitely kill the poisonous gas in your neck."

Hongdi, Uncle Bob is nice to you, right? He takes care of you better than your father! Ma Daoying looked at Bao Laizi approvingly and said I can go.

I can't go, so it's not too late to go to my donkey meat restaurant for lunch. Bao Laizi put away the chopsticks, picked up the bottle containing the liquid medicine, and led the mother and daughter out of the door, then closed the door and hung a big lock.

The Bao family's donkey butcher's house at the bazaar was doing a brisk business, but one of the few donkeys locked up in the donkey stable at the back of the building was weeping, its bronze bell-like eyes glowing with a bleak sheen; The other arched the bar, and from time to time it stumbled, looking restless.

The smell of dead donkey's blood floated in the air, making them feel like their end was near. Outside the donkey stable was the donkey slaughterhouse, and on the board soaked in donkey meat, a cold light shook in the sunlight - it was a curly dragon slaying knife. A weary donkey in the stable saw it and coughed and screamed in horror. This is clearly a protest, a protest against death.

At this moment, Bao Laizi and Ma Daoying and Hongdi have come to the donkey meat restaurant. For the first time, she heard the sound of a donkey, and she didn't know what animal was calling, so she timidly grabbed her mother's clothes. The mother told her not to be afraid, it was the donkey who made the noise.

This donkey meat can be eaten at Uncle Bob's house, and it tastes delicious. Bao Laizi, who approached the door of the donkey meat restaurant in front of him, turned around and said, donkey meat is delicious, but Hongdi can't eat it. Ma Daoying and Hongdi's eyes shot at Bao Laizi almost at the same time. Bao Laizi said that donkey meat is warm and replenished, and it is a hair product, and if you want to eat donkey meat, you must wait for the itchy sores on your neck to heal before eating.

In the middle of the conversation, a tall fat woman walked over. Bao Laizi looked at Ma Daoying and waved his hand, and introduced: This restaurant depends on her support. Ma Daoying took over the conversation: Sister-in-law Liu, you are really good, Brother Bao often praises you for your good skills. Liu Liuying said: No, he went out today, and I couldn't be busy with business alone, so I called two guys nearby to help.

At this time, Hong Di tugged at Ma Daoying's clothes tightly and looked around with some recognition. Ma Daoying grabbed her and said that you are not called Uncle Liu. Hong Di was well-behaved, glanced at the strange woman in front of her, and called Liu Boniang softly, her voice as small as a mosquito.

Liu Liuying heard it, said "um", asked their mother and daughter to sit down, and quickly made two cups of tea on the table for use. Ma Daoying told her not to be polite, and said that this child will be entrusted to you. Hong Tu is childish, and she doesn't care about or understand the content of the conversation between these two seniors. She stared at the room with her eyes wide open, amused and cramped as if she were looking strange.

Bao Laizi put the liquid medicine in its place and went to the restaurant's restaurant and kitchen to get busy.

The guests who ate donkey meat hot pot and drank wine over there guessed the boxing order, almost noisy, and Hong Di was surprised to hear this kind of sound that looked like a quarrel and didn't look like a quarrel for the first time. After leaving a group of guests, Bao Laizi came out of the kitchen and said to Ma Daoying's mother and daughter that lunch was ready and ready to eat.

Liu Liuying willingly led them to a small living room, where there was a table of eight immortals, and there was a hot pot on the table, which was boiling and steaming, and there was a smell of donkey meat wafting throughout the house. There are also several side dishes on the table, such as peanuts, soybeans, green peppers, stir-fried shredded pork with flour, and fried leeks with eggs. Bao Laizi asked Ma Daoying to sit on the table, Ma Daoying pushed and shoved and sat up, and Hongdi also sat beside her; Ma Daoying asked her to sit on the other side, but she refused. Liu Liuying said that she is also a guest, and it is legitimate for your mother and daughter to sit at the table today.

Ma Daoying saw so much etiquette from the Bao family, and said with a smile, then we will follow the customs. From today onwards, you are the adoptive parents of this child, and the future will depend on you.

Liu Liuying sat on the side and nodded with a smile. Hongdi didn't care what her mother said, and her eyes were still looking around uneasily.