"I didn't say anything for half the night, and you're going to kick me to death if you pat you on the shoulder?" the old man turned and walked back.

"Wait, wait," Wu Dongfang quickly followed the old man, "Was that a ghost just now?"

"I know and ask. The old man said casually.

"I didn't expect there to be such a thing. Wu Dongfang had palpitations.

"There's a lot of it here. The old man stepped through the door.

"What's more?!" Wu Dongfang hurriedly followed, he originally wanted to go out to relieve his hands, and he didn't want to pee after a cold sweat.

"There are too many people who die, and there will always be ghosts. The old man said.

Wu Dongfang was shocked, raised his hand and touched it into his arms, and when he touched it, he remembered that the wine bottle was stuffed into a bundle of herbs in the corner of the wall, walked over to find it, and sat on the ground to drink and suppress the shock.

"Have you ever encountered something similar?" Wu Dongfang asked the old man who was lying back on the bed, and the old man had just taken a wooden sign out, indicating that he knew what the female ghost was doing here.

"Often, this is quite sensible, and the ignorant will come directly to the house. The old man said casually.

Wu Dongfang was already frightened, but when he heard the old man's words, he immediately felt his scalp explode and his back was cold, "Will they harm people?"

"Some will, some won't. The old man said.

"What will they do if they harm people?" Wu Dongfang wiped his sweat.

"Prick your neck, bite your face, lure you into hanging, and turn ugly to scare you. The old man said.

"How to deal with them?" Wu Dongfang asked eagerly.

"Pee on them, or shave your hair, your hair beckons, and if you shave your hair, the ghosts won't see you. The old man said.

"Fuck you. Only then did Wu Dongfang understand that the old man was teasing him.

"Hahahaha," the old man successfully teased Wu Dongfang, very proud, "Don't worry, these are some newly dead ghosts, confused, and can't hurt people." ”

Wu Dongfang was angry, but he couldn't help but ask, "It got the wooden card, what will it do next?"

"Will take it back to where you live. The old man said.

"And then?" Wu Dongfang asked again.

"Then you'll know you're dead, and then you'll send the sick card back. The old man said.

Wu Dongfang saw that the old man was scaring him again, turned over and lay down, and no longer paid attention to him.

No matter how good the psychological quality is, people can't stand being so badly frightened, Wu Dongfang felt cold when he lay on the ground, but fortunately he drank all the remaining wine, and then he felt warmth on his body.

It didn't take long for the sky to dawn, someone knocked on the door, Wu Dongfang got up to open the door, and saw a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman standing outside the door.

Before Wu Dongfang could speak, the man handed over a wooden card.

"Where did it come from?" Wu Dongfang stared at the wooden sign and didn't stretch out his hand, this wooden card was naturally the one that was taken away by the ghost last night.

"She picked it up at the door, and she's very sick. The man said.

"Was there someone dead in your room last night?" Wu Dongfang looked at the woman.

The woman nodded.

"It's yours today. Wu Dongfang waved his hand.

The two thanked them happily and walked away with the wooden sign.

"The slave who wants the sick card is here, you go and divide it, I don't care. Wu Dongfang shouted at the old man.

"I don't care, let them stand outside. The old man stretched.

Wu Dongfang saw that the old man refused to go, so he could only take the wooden cards and walk out, at this time there were only three wooden cards left, he didn't listen to the old man, or gave the most injured person, between the right and the most wanted to do, he chose what he wanted to do the most.

After getting up, Wu Dongfang continued to cut and grind herbs, grinding one kind and another, which was a cure for typhoid fever. Since the jars in which the powder was stored were all the same, he was worried that he would make a mistake, so he used charcoal to write on the jars with trauma and typhoid fever.

"What is this?" the old man became interested in these words.

"Text. Wu Dongfang replied casually.

"What are the words?" asked the old man curiously.

"A kind of mark. Wu Dongfang said.

"What do these two words mean?" asked the old man.

"Trauma. Wu Dongfang walked to the brazier and sat down to roast the fire.

"What about these two?" asked the old man again.

Wu Dongfang glanced back, "Wind cold." ”

"Can this be marked with words?" the old man pointed to the table.

"Yes. Wu Dongfang picked up the charcoal and wrote the word "table" on the ground.

"What about this?" the old man gestured to the stool again.

Wu Dongfang nodded and wrote, "Stool." ”

"Can everything be marked with words?" the old man leaned in.

"You can not only mark things, but you can also mark things. Wu Dongfang nodded.

"How did you come up with that?" asked the old man.

Wu Dongfang borrowed a sentence from the old man, "You don't understand it." ”

"Can you teach me this kind of writing?" the old man deliberated.

The success aroused the curiosity of the old man, and Wu Dongfang began to retaliate, "Why should I teach you?"

The old man thought for a while, "Otherwise, how about you teach me marking, and I teach you medical skills?"

"Yes, yes, but this kind of mark is only understood by me, and it is useless for you to learn it. Wu Dongfang said.

"It's very useful, it's used to mark things, and you don't have to worry about getting mixed up. The old man said.

"Okay. Wu Dongfang nodded in agreement.

The old man moved more than a dozen things to the ground, asked Wu Dongfang to write them down in words, and then covered up the words, pushed Wu Dongfang to the opposite side, disrupted the order of the dozen things, and let Wu Dongfang write them down in words again, and finally pushed Wu Dongfang to the corner, and connected the words on both sides with a line to make sure that all of them could be matched, so that Wu Dongfang was completely relieved.

Now the two of them have something to do, the old man pointed to the sky and the earth, pointed to the east and the west, Wu Dongfang wrote them down one by one, and then the old man memorized by rote, Wu Dongfang saw that he had difficulty remembering, so he gave him an idea, "You are too slow like this, and it is easy to get confused, you say a paragraph with a fixed number of words, I will mark it for you, and it will be easy for you to remember these words according to that paragraph." ”

The old man memorized a prescription, Wu Dongfang wrote it on the table for him, and the old man stared at the table for a day as if he had found a treasure.

In the evening, it was the same set again, and the patient was sent away, and the old man began to stare at the table again, although this guy was old, his thinking was meticulous, in order to prevent a hundred mistakes, he picked out a few words from the middle, and compared the pronunciation, so that Wu Dongfang could confirm whether there were any errors in the text, so as to ensure that the words he remembered corresponded to the pronunciation and things.

In order to express his gratitude to Wu Dongfang, the old man went out in the evening and brought him back a broken quilt. Wu Dongfang sniffed it and confirmed that it was not from the slaves, so he accepted it with peace of mind.

When he woke up, Wu Dongfang found that the old man hadn't slept all night, and the whole ground was covered with crooked words written by him.

Early in the morning, the mute girl came, holding the wooden plaque that Wu Dongfang had given her the night before.

"Let her take it for a few more days. Wu Dongfang said.

The girl shook her head and handed the wooden card to Wu Dongfang.

"What's wrong?" Wu Dongfang found that the girl's expression was wrong, and her eyes were swollen.

As soon as Wu Dongfang asked, the girl began to cry, her tongue was gone, and her crying was chaotic, but she could be heard to be very sad.

"She's dead?" Wu Dongfang asked.

The girl nodded, stuffed the wooden card into Wu Dongfang's hand, bowed to him, turned around and ran away.

"You did a good job, you used a good recipe!" Wu Dongfang threw the wooden sign at the old man who was lying on the ground writing.

"It has nothing to do with me, you killed her. The old man tossed the wooden sign aside with a charcoal stick.

"What do you mean?" Wu Dongfang asked with a frown.

"You shouldn't let her keep holding the sick card, or the other slaves will be jealous of her. The old man didn't look up.

"Are you saying that she was killed by other slaves?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"Do you still pity them?" the old man nodded.

". Wu Dongfang turned around and walked out.

"You've already killed one, and you want to kill that dumb man?" said the old man in the room.

Wu Dongfang stopped.

"Divide the sick card. The old man said.

Wu Dongfang took a deep breath to calm his emotions, turned back to the house, took the wooden cards and went out to distribute them to everyone, he was not as hesitant as he was two days ago when he distributed the wooden cards, because he knew that the wooden cards could not save lives, and a day of rest would not help. After a long rest, the other slaves would kill the sick before they could get better.

The old man was fascinated by words, and spent all day lying on the ground writing and drawing, and he was very clever enough to find that words were made up of fixed strokes, and began to try to break down his memory.

There were very few injured slaves today, the two finished their work early, the old man continued to practice calligraphy, Wu Dongfang carried two jars to the area where the slaves lived to deliver medicine to them, he wanted to see what the slaves were doing after they got off work, and he kept thinking about the girl who had no tongue.

The place where this group of slaves lived was divided into two areas, the south area had more houses and lived in men, and the north area had fewer houses and women lived, Wu Dongfang went to the south area first and found that most of the slaves were in the house, and only a few people were hanging out outside.

The loitering men all had sticks in their hands and the faces of prison guards, but they were not soldiers, but slaves.

Seeing Wu Dongfang coming, these people gathered around to say hello to him, Wu Dongfang ignored them, asked from house to house if there were any injured or sick people, and then gave different medicines, in addition to the slaves' narratives, they wrote down several other multiple diseases, and sent some medicine tomorrow.

Outside a house in the middle of the southern district, he saw the old man's force, compared with other thin slaves, this slave is very strong, more than two meters tall, weighs more than one hundred and eighty pounds, his nose is a little deformed, it should be the result of being bitten by that girl, but what the old man said is not right, although the girl bit this person's nose, but did not bite it off completely.

This guy was holding a young female slave, and when he saw that Wu Dongfang did not greet him like other slaves, but looked at him arrogantly, Wu Dongfang thought about it, and felt that there was no reasonable excuse to do it, so he didn't move him.

Before it was completely dark, Wu Dongfang came to the house where the girl without a tongue lived, there were seven or eight female slaves living in this house, and the girl was the last to come out, Wu Dongfang whispered when she gave her medicine, "Go to the woods behind the wooden house in the middle of the night, and I'll give you something to eat." ”

The girl nodded despite her doubtful expression.

Wu Dongfang returned to the wooden house after distributing the medicine, and the old man studied for a day and a night, and finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, by the faint moonlight, Wu Dongfang saw the girl come out, she lived in the North District, very close to the woods.

Wu Dongfang came to the woods with the cooked rice porridge and handed it to her.

The girl bowed gratefully to him, took the jar and devoured it.

"Beef. Wu Dongfang took out a piece of beef from his clothes and handed it to her.

The girl took it in surprise and looked at it repeatedly, reluctant to eat, and wanted to put it in her arms.

"No, no, it's bad to let others see it. Wu Dongfang hurriedly stopped.

The girl nodded again and again and began to chew on the beef.

The more Wu Dongfang looked at it, the more sad she became, the girl had no tongue, and it was difficult to chew and swallow.

"How old are you?" Wu Dongfang asked.

The girl stopped and tilted her head to look at him.

Wu Dongfang then remembered that there were no words and numbers at this time, and he couldn't even compare without numbers.

"Fifteen?" Wu Dongfang asked.

The girl shook her head.

"Sixteen?"

The girl shook her head.

"Seventeen?"

The girl still shook her head.

At this time, Wu Dongfang knew that he had guessed big, "Fourteen?"

The girl nodded repeatedly.

After a smooth communication, Wu Dongfang nodded with a smile, and the girl laughed too.

A can of rice porridge and a piece of beef, the girl ate them all, and it can be seen that she is full, and even a little too much.

Hand the jar to Wu Dongfang. The expression on the girl's face was unnatural, hesitant and contradictory.

Wu Dongfang guessed what the girl was thinking, and hurriedly said, "You recognize me as a brother, okay?"

When the girl heard this, she hesitated and nodded happily.

"Go back, remember, and come here every three days at this time. Wu Dongfang said.

The girl nodded in agreement and went happily.

Wu Dongfang watched the girl walk away before turning around and returning to the wooden house.

In the middle of the night, Wu Dongfang was woken up, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the old man was writing and painting again.

The old man's behavior made him very puzzled, this guy has learned words to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat, if learning words is just to mark something, he will never work so hard......

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