Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

When Zhao Tiejiang saw Su Yuanyuan coming to show her his achievements these days excitedly, Su Yuanyuan answered with a embarrassed face, but felt really guilty in his heart.

Recalling the first time I met Tiejiang Zhao, the man was still a middle-aged man with good spirits, his hair was wrapped in a cloth strip, and his eyes were bright.

If it wasn't for the absence of drugs in this dynasty, Su Yuanyuan would have thought he was taking drugs.

On the contrary, although his wife was still chubby, she became more delicate and beautiful.

Su Yuanyuan drew Jiang Wenzheng's leg bone diagram early in the morning. She handed the black iron to Blacksmith Zhao and asked him to make it carefully without any mistakes.

Blacksmith Zhao also listened seriously, and responded to all of them one by one.

Su Yuanyuan is not idle these days. If the black iron is made, she can directly operate on Jiang Wenzheng. She has to prepare anti-inflammatory drugs for Jiang Wenzheng in advance.

In this era, there are no antibiotics and amoxicillin at all, so Su Yuanyuan can only find a way to use other things instead.

She has been looking through medical books in the store for the past few days, and when she comes across good ideas, she writes them down in her small notebook, trying to find the best way to treat Jiang Wenzheng.

The morning time passed quickly, and the rebate point was reached almost in the blink of an eye.

These days she called Dong Yuan back, and the task of cooking was handed over to Dong Yuan again.

The group of female workers in charge of processing in the backyard all smiled happily, and finally no longer had to eat the unpalatable food.

Dongyuan looked at the pedestrians on the street in her spare time. She didn't know when the number of officers and soldiers patrolling the street increased. Normally, only one team came to patrol. Now she and Su Yuanyuan met four groups of officers and soldiers patrolling in the morning. .

Su Yuanyuan propped her head in thought, there is something wrong with the development of this matter.

She thought about it carefully, since when did the number of officers and soldiers suddenly increase?
It seems that the time when she saw a spy wearing a Mongolian costume was arrested. Since then, the number of officers and soldiers patrolling the streets has increased. Even the gates of the city with loose management on weekdays have been guarded by soldiers. Foreigners must be registered in the register. .

In the evening, when Qingyi was about to pick up Xiaodouding from school, Su Yuanyuan specially reminded him, asking him to send a message to Jiang Wenzheng, not to pick him up from get off work today.

On the other hand, she packed up her things, carried her small medicine box, and went to Dongshi to buy vegetables with Dongyuan.

As the sun went down, the people in the vegetable market became sparse, and there were still some people who were waiting for the evening market to buy vegetables and wanted to sell all their vegetables.

Su Yuanyuan walked absent-mindedly with Dong Yuan, she wasn't really shopping for vegetables.

Most of the vegetable sellers in the vegetable market are women in their [-]s and [-]s. Their mouths are broken. Of course, because they love gossip, they can grasp the latest information. They can be called the latest intelligence agents.

Sure enough, when Dongyuan was picking carrots, Su Yuanyuan squatted aside and pretended to choose dishes, and casually raised her mouth, and the woman immediately answered the question.

"Isn't it because of those Mongolian spies a few days ago!"

She moved closer, her eyes kept looking around, and her voice was extremely low.

"Let me tell you, I heard from a servant of an official's family that civil strife broke out in Mongolia a few days ago! There was a famine last year, and their leaders wanted to attack us! That's why we strengthened our defenses!"

So that's the case, I'm afraid that the Mongolian secret work a few days ago came to inquire about the news first. If they really inquired, wouldn't the city of Fushan be in jeopardy?

The old sister-in-law saw that Dong Yuan ordered the dishes, so she quoted her a price. She also kindly reminded Su Yuanyuan that this year is not peaceful, and she should prepare some food in advance. In case of war, there will be famine .

Su Yuanyuan also thought this way in her heart. If war really breaks out, this mountain city will become extremely dangerous, and all the original order will be broken. Where else can I go to eat?
Thinking in this way, she went to the place where the seeds were sold, and bought a lot of rapeseed and rice seeds, and now the small villa she had contracted could come in handy.

And in the Shuren Academy in West City, Jiang Zhiyi waited and waited, but he didn't see the sunny and cheerful young man.

He tugged at the straps of his schoolbag, dejectedly, did something happen to Qi Fang?Then why don't you tell him?

Looking at his slumped look, Qingyi stroked his little head with his big hand, "Go home."

Jiang Zhiyi nodded, and followed Qingyi slowly towards home with her short legs.

And at the east gate of Mount Afly Mountain, two teenagers were riding on tall horses. One of them was wearing a round-necked gown of plain brocade with a peony flower embroidered on his chest, which made him bright and moist like jade. Looking into the distance, the brows could not help but feel anxious.

"Liufang, did elder brother say you're coming today?"

The exile on the other side pulled the rein and tried to restrain the restless horse, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were looking into the distance.

"His Royal Highness said in a letter that he will come today."

"There is Su Ji watching this Mount Gashan City, brother, is he still afraid of the Ye family brothers?"

The frontier is turbulent these days, and Mongol invasions have occurred in many places. This mountain city is located at the junction of the three countries. If it is attacked, the peaceful situation that has been maintained for decades will be broken.

At that time, it will not be as simple as the Mongolian riots.

The Xiliang Kingdom is strong and has a heavy military force, while the Nanjiang Kingdom has ulterior motives, and if it is not uniform, some moths will come out, and Daqi's situation will become even more difficult.

War is not terrible, what is terrible is that war will bring suffering to the people.

During these days of traveling abroad, Qi Fang also saw the difficulty of ordinary people and made friends of his own. He really didn't want to see the outbreak of war, so when his sister called him back, he resolutely chose to stay in the Horsefly Mountain.

His friends are here, and so are his people.

If there is a war, he will never hide in the rear, he will live and die with the country.

When the last light of the sun disappeared on the horizon, and the sky was covered with orange-red sunset glow, only then did I see a simple carriage staggeringly approaching from the east.

Qi Fang's eyes lit up, and he swung his whip and reined in the horse to meet him.

"Big brother!"

The carriage slowly stopped on the side of the road, first a slender hand stretched out from inside.

That hand was white and delicate, the nails were manicured into a perfect arc, and there was a green jade wrench on his thumb, which looked noble and elegant at first glance.

The curtain was lifted, and a man with a jade crown and hair was sitting inside.

With one hand on his knees and the other holding up the door curtain, he smiled faintly when he saw Qi Fang.

"A Fang."

His eyes are beautiful peach blossoms, and when he looks at people, he always gives people the illusion of tenderness and affection.

Under the tall bridge of the nose are thin red lips, slightly raised like a spring breeze.

The man's appearance is not perfect, but it always gives people a comfortable feeling.