Copper Coins

Today, there are eleven or two in the Fang family.

The old lady has died successively, and now it is the couple Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing.

Uncle Chen can be regarded as a housekeeper. Chen Ye is both a steward and a cook. The two had twin brothers. They guarded the facade of the drugstore front hall and took charge of the accounting. However, they always had to give them to Fang Cheng tonight. purpose.

Xingzi lost her father and mother since she was a child. She was brought back by the deceased old lady and wife. Since she was married, Jiang Shijing has been following her personally. She is a girl by name. In fact, she learned a lot of medicine after Jiang Shijing Healing, can also be a helper when critical.

The rest are guys who help with chores and take medicine. There are also a few younger apprentices from other families.

However, folks are not always there, and sometimes they go out to collect medicines, and it takes many days to go. And those elementary school students do not come every day. Most of them are children of hardships. In addition to learning some skills, the work at home can't run.

Therefore, the fun of this drugstore is always on the front facade. Actually there are not many people in the real backyard.

Tonight, it's about the busiest day in the backyard of Fang's medicine shop. Those beggars led by Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing cleaned themselves up and replaced them with Chen Shu Chen Yan. Come bitch. Although the dumplings are not new, they are neat and clean. The most important thing is that they have no breaks and no cotton wool.

It is not without reason that this Fang family can make friends with the Jiang family for many years and form an in-laws. At least the people in the house love, care, and care.

Chen Yan looked at the jerky junk on the hands and feet of the beggar, and kept whispering, without any mention, pulled out some spare hand warmers, filled them with charcoal fire and shoved them one by one: Look at this frozen ... huh? Don't scratch! Don't scratch the itch, it's the same with the frozen child, itches as soon as it gets hot, and you cover it for a while, I'll get some medicine for you. "

These beggars were not delicious, but they were famines in their hometown, and they were brought with disability. But anyway, they were **** first, and it really didn't matter. If it is an ordinary person, it would be lenient to not care about them. I never thought that this Fang family would not only care about it, but would like to help them to save people and even treat them like a visitor.

These beggars were so embarrassed and embarrassed that they were settled by Chen Yong. The wildness that had previously disappeared in the wild disappeared, and each one became a stupid quail, stuttering: "Don't, don't be busy, I, we will freeze early I'm used to it, this frozen child is not just growing, let it go. "

Jomo was in his own house, and the momentum came up. Chen Yan's eyes fluttered immediately, training: "Are you wounded or my wounded? Do you know medicine or I know medicine? Hold on! Don't let go, I'll come later."

The twin brothers who happened to pass by the door saw his mother-in-law's tone, and immediately remembered the scene of being trained as a child. When he contracted his neck, he shuddered. But before turning around, he was stopped by Chen Yan. "You What are they running? A ghost chasing you and biting you? Come here. "

The brothers Xiuping and Xi'an turned their heads with a stunned smile and said in unison: "Mother, what's the matter? Just closed the shop, you have to send the account book to Master Fang."

"How big is the account book? Have two people carried it?" Chen Yan followed one of his fingers angrily. "Go get a wine, get stronger, and get some linen."

"Spirits? What do you want spirits to do? Daddy provoked you?" Muttered his brother Xiu An, the elder brother was already busy with his account books.

"Does your dad have that courage?" Chen Zhi pointed to the beggar in the house, and said, "The house has frozen children all over and burn them."

The younger brother's face was a little green when he heard about Zizi.

His skin was tight when he was a kid, and he always found faults with Xiuping. On a snowy day, the two brothers got out to play with the snow. As a result, they started to play again, and their faces were covered with snow. In the end, he Relying on the strength of not afraid of death, he buried his brother Qi's neck, his hands became red, and he was pumped by his mother. His **** swelled three feet high, and his brother laughed at him for a month.

Unfortunately, not long after a month, the two brothers couldn't enjoy themselves—the two had been in the snow for too long, and when they came back, they directly soaked their hands and feet with hot water, which was cold and hot. A full length of frozen seeds was on the fingers and heels, swollen into radishes, and the heat and itching scratched the heart and lungs.

Chen Xuan cut **** mochi, mashed the * juice, mixed it in the spirits, and wiped the frozen jelly for the two brothers. The repair was fine, but it was swollen. Xiu'an also broke a few cracks and was so hot that he cried. Shouting mother, the snot bubble came out, and my brother laughed for another month.

The taste is too strong *, this life is unforgettable, so that Xiu An can't help but grin when he hears this method.

Taking advantage of Chen Yi's inattention, the beggars in the house rushed and said, "Pray for more."

Beggars: "..."

Qingping is cold and cold in winter, and there are not a few people who produce frozen seeds. Some people are thinking about swelling at home, and some will come to the drug store to ask for some formulas. Chen Ye has not dealt with it, and has become a skilled worker. She cut a bowl of **** mozzarella, smashed the juice, and poured the liquor from Xiu'an into the bowl, dipped it with gauze, and rubbed the beggar's freezers a little.

"It's good, it's broken. The pain is a little bit painful, but it works quickly." Chen Yan said so, but the beggar had been so hot that he burst into tears.

So this very temperamental man had been persuaded by Chen Yan as soon as he entered the Fang's house within one night. Hanging their hands covered with **** wine one by one, he asked with tears in tears if Chen Yi could help them, and they sat faceless.

When this compartment was busy, Fang Chengjiang Shijing couldn't be idle. The only back door in the entire backyard was tightly closed, and no sound was heard.

In this room are Xuan Mian and Xue Xian.

Although the Fangjiawu house is not small, it is also limited. Those beggars divided into two compartments, and the sick took another one. The remaining ones were only two empty houses, one with stones, Lu Yanqi, and Jiang Shining. The need to sleep accounted for the remaining two ancestors to share a room.

It's not that they haven't made up the right and left, and that they don't matter if they sleep or not, there is no objection.

Of course ... Xue Xian, who was photographed on the wall of the paper charm, wanted to raise some objections, but he swallowed the objections because of a little inexplicable thought.

This is about to be more regulated, to develop a little habit, one day, no one is in charge, it is strange that it is not suitable ...

In the evening, after surpassing the Jiang family, Xuan Mian closed the door and sat up beside the bed.

Since the first day Xue Xian met him, he has never really lay down and slept. At night, he either sat at the table with his eyes closed and meditated, or meditated on the bedside, and maintained the frost and snow. The immovable appearance, even with eyes closed, gives a sense of intimacy.

However, Xue Xian was also using copper coins to repair his spine. He had no time to add trouble to Xuan Mian, so the whole room was silent, and the people in Fang's family were too afraid to disturb.

Earlier during dinner, Jiang Shijing and Fang Cheng came to invite someone, but knocked on the door without hearing an answer. They almost thought that something had happened to the two in the house. It ’s still Jiang Jining ’s body that uses the skin of paper. He pierced his head through the crack of the door, glanced left and right, and waved at his sister-in-law. “Do n’t come to the door for a while. of."

He didn't know what Xuan Mian and Xue Xian were recuperating, but they couldn't be interrupted by looking at it. Moreover, the bodies of these two ancestors were different from ordinary people. .

Fang's family, Xue Xian, and Xuan Mian are not yet familiar with each other. They only know that they are both seniors, and most of the seniors in the world have a strange temper and habit. In order to avoid taboos, they naturally follow Jiang Shining's words.

On weekdays, Fang's family would have to rest, but on this day there were many people, and it was only at this time that they would rest one after another. The lights in the houses in the courtyard went out one by one, and the whispering conversation gradually became smaller, and eventually it became quiet and full.

When Xue Xian opened his eyes, San Geng's sister-in-law had been ringing for a while. The people in the houses of the house sank in their dreams and could only hear some faint snoring. The lamp oil in the room burned for most of the time, and the wick did not dial for a long time.

But he didn't open his eyes because the snoring noises or the oil lamp would dry up, but because the paper charms on his forehead were inexplicably hot.

Because of the melting of a keel, Xue Xian himself was a little bit burned, but the paper amulet affixed to his forehead burned even more than him, and it felt hot even to him. He sighed quietly, frowned, looked at Xuan Mercy, and shouted, "Bald ass?"

Hyun Mercy didn't respond.

"Bald donkey? Reveal this torn paper, I can't be a demon in the middle of the night." Xue Xian endured the burning sensation in his forehead and said.

Still no one answered.

"Bald donkey?" Xue Xian felt something wrong, and after shouting twice, he changed his shouting, "Xuan Mercy! Don't pretend to be dead, I know you haven't slept."

He stared at the man meditating on the bed in the dim light, and after waiting for a while, he still could not see the slightest movement of Xuan Mercy.

"You're okay--" Before the sentence was finished, Xue Xian felt that the burning paper note on his forehead was suddenly loose, and it just fell off from his nose so lightly and landed on the ground.

As soon as the paper sign fell, Xue Xian could move. He didn't care about other things either, he quickly controlled the two-wheeled vehicle and hurriedly moved to the bedside, trying to touch the hand that Xuan Merci laid on his lap.

As a result, he just grabbed Xuan Mian's finger and was shocked.

Yes, that paper amulet is made by Xuan Mian, and the appearance of something strange cannot be related to Xuan Mian.

"Hey, bald donkey?" Xue Xian explored the veins of Tan Xuan's mercy, and found that the veins were urgent and heavy, making people feel anxious.

Could it be that there is something wrong with that mole?

Having seen Xuan Mian's abnormalities several times, Xue Xian almost went to Xun Mian's neck to see the little mole on his side. But the lights in the room were too dim, and what happened to the little mole was really unclear. Xue Xian had to get closer.

The little mole did not show any bloodshot, but Xue Xian was a little uncomfortable--

Because Xuan Merci's body temperature was too high, when he got closer, the enthusiasm evaporating from the skin of his neck socket inevitably drenched Xue Xian, with a little sweat, which made Xue Gan, who was already hot and hard to be leveled, more difficult. Heated a layer, straight into his head, steamed inexplicably empty in his mind.

So much so that he spooked God's eyes and unknowingly changed from staring at the mole on the side of Xuan Mian's neck to staring at Xuan Mian's side face.

Jomo is hot and steamy, and it is easy to make people lazy. His eyes are a bit vacant, and he does not know whether it fell on Xuan Mercy's eyebrows, or on the bridge of his nose, or ...

However, the monk is a monk. Even if the whole body is scalded like this, he can't see the slightest sign in his face.

Xuan Merci's expression remained the same, as he did when squinting in the evening. If Xue Xian could not feel his rapid pulse like a drum, he could feel his constant enthusiasm, maybe he would be given by his quiet appearance. Deceive.

I do n’t know if it ’s because of the passion of Xue Xian, or something else, the veins of Xuan Merci are getting heavier, and the moist heat between the neck and socket is more and more evacuated. Xue Xian lazily looks at Xuan Mijing Quiet eyes, I don't know which evil was hit, but actually didn't want to move.

Just as he was eager to brainstorm, he moved his fingers unconsciously with the fingers of Xuan compassion.

Xuan Mian followed the pulse like a cymbal drum, opened his eyes halfway, and tilted his head to look at Xue Xian.

For a moment, the breath of the two was almost intertwined, giving people the illusion of being extra close ...