I played as an assistant in ancient times

Chapter 248 Thoughts in my heart

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Shen Xiaotang recalled that recently, as soon as she woke up from her original body, she found that she had difficulty controlling her hands and feet, and could only sit up with the help of others.

Fortunately, the original body's relatives loved their youngster very much and asked the doctor to give him acupuncture and medicine for three consecutive days before he was able to get out of bed.

Unfortunately, she did not regain her original body's memories, and was completely unable to speak due to her injuries, so she was confused for a few days.

Just when they were feeling dazed and uneasy after receiving meticulous care from the other person's parents, the two received news that they had to return to Tangjia Village on the afternoon of the third day to attend the funeral.

She was taken over by her aunt Huang. Her grandmother had to take care of two other patients and share the housework, so she could only find time to see her.

The next morning, a young man suddenly stumbled into her room. He made a heart shape with his two fingers and asked, "Xiaotang?"

"Uncle!" She realized at that moment that the boy was her uncle from her previous life.

After the two recognized each other on the spot, she realized that her uncle also had no memory of his original body, and because his original body practiced martial arts on a daily basis, he was able to walk in just three days.

He also slowly got out a lot of information from his nephew who lived in the same room and saw patients with him.

My uncle said, "My name is Shen Changsui now, and I am the youngest of the twelve. The Shen family has four sons and one daughter. The eldest son, the eldest daughter, and the youngest son have grown up, and the other two sons died young.

My eldest brother Shen Changshou is thirty years old. His wife is Ms. Huang and his son Shen Xingbei is ten years old, five months older than you.

The eldest sister is Shen Changtian, her husband Tang Zhu is a scholar, and her daughter Tang Jiuzhang is said to be the ninth child.

You, Shen Xingbei, and I, along with some friends, were poisoned to varying degrees after eating moldy rice porridge."

"Where did you buy the rice?" Shen Xiaotang clenched his fist. A bowl of porridge cost the lives of two teenagers.

My uncle pondered for a moment and said, “There was a severe drought and a food shortage, so they picked it up from the abandoned warehouse at the dock.

He even got into a fight with another group of kids over this little bit of rice."

Shen Xiaotang felt choked up after hearing this, "The last generation?"

My uncle shook his head and said, "This is Qiu County in Qizhou Prefecture of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The eldest son of Taizu succeeded to the throne. This is the second year of Yuande.

Since the drought began last year, there has not been a drop of rain from spring to summer this year. Many places in Qi and Lu have been swept by severe drought, resulting in a complete loss of harvest.

However, there were some unruly people in certain places who withheld the disaster relief grain issued by the court. Some people also cut off the remaining rivers, causing chaos.

Just last night, refugees gathered at the foot of Qiu County, where the Wenshui River flows. The county magistrate could only persuade them to leave and did not dare to take them in. Because the source of the river is also dry, there is almost no water in the river, and it is all supported by the wells dug last year. "

"Is there no big river passing through Qi and Lu here?" Shen Xiaotang asked subconsciously.

My uncle said: “It is said that the route was changed hundreds of years ago.

Well, just rest assured and get well soon. The old man said he's ready to leave at any time."

"Jiu Zhang's parents went out of town yesterday. Wouldn't it be dangerous for them to come back?" Shen Xiaotang couldn't help but worry.

"Now all four city gates are closed." Shen Changsui was helpless.

Now, when it really came to the moment to escape, Shen Xiaotang was worried about her original body's parents. She thought that in addition to her own guilt, the remaining emotional consciousness of her original body was also at work.

Fortunately, the doctor is skilled and she has been actively doing rehabilitation. Now her hands and feet are able to control themselves. Although she cannot walk very fast, she should be able to walk some distance.

While my thoughts were in a mess, someone pulled my hand up and said, "Xiao Tang, let's go."

It was my aunt. Shen Xiaotang said, "I can walk."

"Don't be stubborn, let your aunt carry you for a while." Grandma Lin felt distressed, but Uncle Shen Changsui disagreed. He could now address others smoothly, "Mom, the tunnel is narrow.

Also, my eldest brother is injured and needs my sister-in-law even more."

As he said this, he walked past Lin and supported Shen Xiaotang, while Huang quickly squeezed over to support her mother-in-law.

"Ms. Huang, the children have suffered for a year and their health is already weak." Mrs. Lin did not mean to order her daughter-in-law around. She pushed her to her eldest son who was taciturn behind her.

As Huang passed by, she whispered, "Mother, I know." Even though her son did not lose control of his hands and feet like the other two, his insides had been damaged a long time ago, otherwise he would not have been taking medicine for seven days in a row.

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Seeing Young Master Yang lying on the ground unable to get up, the shopkeeper quickly told the waiter to call a doctor. When he came closer and greeted him in a low voice, he realized that the man had really fallen and was unable to move.

At this time, most of the people who were drinking gathered around and started talking to each other, but no one stepped forward to help Young Master Yang up.

After all, the shopkeeper squatted beside him and said, "I've already gone to get the doctor. Please hold on a little longer, young master."

Just as he finished speaking, Mr. Geng and his gang walked in. They tried to save the man in all ways, but were stopped by the shopkeeper, who listed three ways to save him in a very orderly manner.

Now the scholars were defeated. No matter how many books they had memorized, they didn't know the correct way to save someone and might end up killing him.

Mr. Geng saw Shen Xiaoye standing at the side and said, "See you again, Miss Shen."

Shen Xiaoye didn't say anything, which made one or two scholars traveling with Geng Juren very dissatisfied.

Not only did she stand by and watch the injured person without offering a helping hand, but she also didn't even say a word. She was so rude.

Fortunately, there were not only young people among them, but also three or two older people to restrain them, so no one made any remarks to ridicule the little girl.

Shen Changshou stepped forward and said, "This man just rolled down from the upstairs and almost hit my child.

She was still in shock, she had never seen such a scene before."

The scholars looked at Shen Xiaoye again and saw that she was standing there in a daze, not moving. A female priest beside her was whispering something in her ear.

Xuanmiao said: "Master Tao, whom Uncle Qingxi wants you to find, is just across the street.

A man with a long beard, of medium height, and wearing a red Taoist robe.

Shen Xiaoye was only concerned with observing Mr. Tao, and ignored Mr. Geng's words.

It was not until she saw Mr. Tao step up the stairs and asked the shopkeeper if he could see the whole process that she spoke mysteriously, "He is not very old, at most forty years old.

It’s a pity that I won’t continue the exam.”

"I've taken the exam five, six, seven or eight times and failed. What can anyone do?" Xuanmiao felt particularly sympathetic towards Mr. Tao.

Even though the latter knew that there were footprints everywhere upstairs and downstairs, he was still trying his best to find faint clues.

Sadly, I can't find it.

A doctor was called in and after a quick examination, he said that Young Master Yang only had some scratches and falls, and there was nothing else wrong with him.

"But why can't he move until now?" Mr. Geng asked what everyone was thinking.

The doctor was still thinking about what to say, Shen Xiaoye took two steps forward and said, "Maybe Young Master Yang thought that he was seriously injured, and he was so scared that he couldn't move."

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Young Master Yang was still lying there unable to move, and these few words were instantly drowned out by the whispers of the people around him.

The scholars all complained in unison: What is God thinking about? Who would fall down from a building for fun?

Shen Xiaoye couldn't hear their thoughts, so he approached the doctor and said something like this.

The doctor understood what he meant, took out the longest silver needle, flashed it in front of Young Master Yang, and said, "Put it in your Baihui acupoint, I believe you will be able to walk soon."