I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 200 Family Letter (Additional chapters with the remaining monthly ticket balance in May)
Sangque stayed with Xiachan all the time and watched Xiachan suck up two buckets of pig blood, leaving not even a bone residue on half a pig. When the hair got tangled around it, the pork quickly disappeared.

The summer cicada is still not satisfied, its hair has grown back to waist length, it is black and shiny, very lustrous and textured.

Sure enough, Xia Chan still needs to eat fresh blood and raw meat to replenish herself after consumption. She eats so much on weekdays because the nutrients those foods can provide to her are very limited and she can only rely on accumulation of quantity.

"Xiao Chan, I know you are a good kid, not a bad person. I hope you won't care about what others think of you in the future, okay?"

Xia Chan tilted his head, not quite understanding what Mulberry Bird said.

Sang Que said more bluntly, "Eating people is indeed bad, but in this world, just because you don't hurt others doesn't mean they won't hurt you. If you meet someone who wants to hurt you, it's not wrong to eat them."

Xia Chan's eyes became cautious, "Sister, are you saying that Little Cicada can eat bad guys, and if it eats bad guys, Little Cicada won't become a bad Little Cicada?"

Sang Que nodded seriously and told Xiao Chan firmly, "Yes, protecting yourself is the most important thing. Nothing else matters."

What Sang Que said to Xia Chan was different from what her mother said. Xia Chan's mother only asked her to run away, hide, and suppress her desire for blood.

Xia Chan doesn't understand much, but she believes in Mulberry Bird.

"Okay, from now on, if anyone wants to harm Xiaochan, Xiaochan will eat him. And if anyone wants to harm my sister, Xiaochan will eat him too."

Mulberry Bird rubbed Summer Cicada's head with satisfaction, and Summer Cicada smiled shyly.

"Also, if the situation is urgent in the future and there are dead people around you, you can eat them. Always remember that being alive is the most important thing. Don't have too much psychological burden. No matter what others say about you in the future, you will always be the best and most obedient little cicada in your sister's eyes."

"Yes! Xiaochan remembers it!"

Xia Chan laughed happily, and the guilt she had felt for wanting to eat the child at night disappeared. She cleaned up the carriage with Sang Que.

Seeing the small box containing money, Xia Chan remembered her purse and counted on her fingers, saying, "Sister took three taels and four coins of silver from Xiao Chan, and seventeen copper coins."

Sang Que's expression froze. Xia Chan didn't want her to pay it back, but Xia Chan had a strong sense of responsibility for the position of 'Chief Financial Manager' and she had to make sure the money for both of them was clear.

"After eight days, I will find a way to supply you."

Sangque was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The black donkey was braying outside, and Sangque slapped his forehead.

Even though the donkey and the donkey cart nominally belonged to her, Sang Que immediately found a pen and paper and signed with Xia Chan, giving the donkey, the donkey cart and the clothes she was wearing to Xia Chan free of charge.

After thinking about it, Sang Que came up with an idea. She found a piece of red thread, strung the copper coins together one by one and gave them to Xia Chan.

"Next time I ask you to pay, just give me pennies at a time and don't give too much each time, okay?"

Xia Chan nodded. No matter what her sister said, it was definitely right to do as she said.

Sang Que thought that it was not easy for the broken dice to make her poor. A copper coin was also money and it was in line with the rules of using dice.

Next time she won't throw the dice, but will just put it on the ground with the four points facing up, or fix a weight underneath the four points.

Break the inherent thinking and find loopholes in the rules.

Sang Que spread warm bedding in the donkey cart and asked Xuan Yu to accompany Xia Chan while she returned to find He Buning.

In the big private school room, why not sit quietly in the only chair, hug your arms, close your eyes and rest.

Hearing the footsteps, He Buning knew it was Sang Que, and without opening his eyes, he asked, "Have you contacted your master?"

During the Gui Dynasty, Taoism had a method of communicating with paper dolls. By cutting a small paper doll out of yellow paper, writing words on it, and chanting a special spell, one could ask a little ghost to deliver a letter.

This is a Taoist method called "Five Ghosts Moving Technique", which is a high-level Taoist method.

Generally, the distance of several counties is not a problem. In extreme cases, the message can be transmitted instantly within a state.

"It takes a day to prepare the medicinal materials."

He Buning opened his eyes, a little surprised. He thought it would take at least three to five days, but he didn't expect it would only take one day. It can be seen that Master Sang Que is indeed a capable person.

"After arriving in Fengning City, you are the first to contribute to the matter of the sick ghost, and you can receive 300 merit points."

Sang Que nodded. Night travel is dangerous, but it is very fast to earn merit points. With the 800 merit points she already has, she can exchange it for a ghost-exorcising red candle in Fengning City. It is the same as Yan Daozi's, which can resist the approach of five-level evil ghosts. One candle costs 1,000 merit points. Nothing happened that night.

The next morning, Xiaoliu and Xiaowu brought the people from the post station and delivered two carts of food and two carts of bedding to keep out the cold.

The people from the post station refused to enter the village and were only willing to leave the things at the entrance of the village. Xiaowu and Xiaoliu couldn't force them to leave, but they didn't let them leave either, and asked them to go to the woods to chop firewood.

Boiling medicine requires a lot of firewood, but the elderly, weak, women and children in the village simply don't have much strength.

They were busy until the afternoon. The yard of the private school at the end of the village was filled with chopped firewood, all of which was done by Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, and Xia Chan also helped a lot.

The food has been handed over to the village chief, and this is all He Bu Ning and the others can do.

Sangque still had to wait for medicinal herbs, and He Buning didn't want to waste time there, so he took Xiaowu and Xiaoliu to patrol the nearby villages and towns to see if there were any strange cases to be dealt with.

We agreed to meet at the fork in the road leading to Shikeng Village at noon tomorrow.

As soon as He Buning and the others left, the village chief Yang Jishen found Sang Que, knelt down and began to kowtow.

Sang Que has a kind face. It was she who cooked rice porridge for the villagers yesterday. It was also she who beat the sick ghost so hard that he had no chance to fight back. Finally, it was she who agreed to help the villagers get medicinal herbs.

Yang Jishen heard last night that they were going to Shikeng Village and Fengning City, so he didn't dare to ask He Buning for help. He could only wait until He Buning left and then ask Sang Que for help.

"I beg you, young lady, to help the villagers deliver a letter to their families who are doing hard labor in Shikeng Village and Fengning City. There is nothing else to do, just deliver a letter."

Yang Jishen knelt down and begged, his eyes blurred with tears, and his little granddaughter also knelt beside him.

"Xiang'er misses daddy and mommy."

There were other women and children in the private school who had not yet been infected with smallpox and were helping with the work, all staring at the mulberry bird eagerly.

"Old man, you get up first."

Sang Que helped the little girl and Yang Jisheng up. "It's a small matter like delivering the letter. Just ask for it. It's a piece of cake."

Yang Jisheng cried with joy, "Very good, young lady is a kind person, good people will be rewarded, I will ask the Taoist Master to bless young lady more in the future."

Sang Que thought that with the Witch Goddess above her, it was probably not her turn for the Taoist God to bless her.

"What about the letter?"

"I haven't written it yet. I'll go write it right away." Yang Jisheng wiped his tears and turned to the villagers and said, "Who wants to write a letter? Now think about what to write. I'll go find some paper."

Yang Jishen was so excited that he walked so fast that he almost tripped over the threshold. Finally, he found a stack of yellowed straw paper in a small room in the private school.

Sang Que's heart moved, "Village Chief, are these papers given to the private school by the children who used to go to school here?"

Yang Jisheng nodded, "Yes, these are the tuition fees that each family gave to the private school. They have been lying there and no one has dared to use them. Now I can't find any other paper, so I have to use these."

"Can you give me this paper? I'll exchange it with other papers."

Sang Que had previously promised to help his mother find paper for tuition fees in a private school. However, after arriving in Wangshan City, he found out that private schools and academies would not give this kind of paper to outsiders, nor allowed it to be bought and sold, so this matter has been delayed.

Yang Jisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded after thinking for a moment, "Okay, these papers are useless in my hands, if the girl doesn't mind, you can use them."

Sangque asked Xiachan to help her get the bamboo paper she had prepared from the donkey cart.

Yang Jishen took some paper, set up a table and ground some ink. He asked the villagers who wanted to write letters to come over one by one. They read and Yang Jishen wrote.

The first person to come over was an old woman with white hair. She was wearing only a single layer of clothing and had straw sandals on her bare feet. Her feet were covered with frostbite. In her arms was a little boy who looked only about three years old and was so thin that he was just a bag of bones. The boy was wearing a pair of tattered adult clothes, and his eyes were dull as he leaned in the old woman's arms.

Yang Jishen picked up the pen and the woman began to speak.

"...Baofu, everything is fine with mother and Hu'er at home. Hu'er has gained some weight this winter, and his clothes are tight. You don't have to worry about home. Work carefully and be careful. Don't run away like others. You will be beheaded if you run away. You don't have to worry about home. You should think more about Hu'er and grit your teeth to hold on. You are the only man left in our family. Mother and Hu'er will be waiting for you at home..."

See you tomorrow~