Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 103 A Night Alone (1)
Accompanied by the village chief, Mo Yan walked around the ghost village. The ancestors of these villagers have almost never been out of the village. The only chance to contact the outside world is the shopkeeper who comes once a month. The shopkeeper will bring some trails News, anecdotes and strange things, every time the shopkeeper came to the village, the villagers would go to the entrance of the village and wait.

No one in the village was literate, and the book that the peddler brought couldn't understand, so he bought a painting album. It was just such a painting, which became the treasure of the whole village. It was kept at the village head's house on weekdays. Parents had to take it with them, he was afraid that the children would be mischievous, get dirty and damage the album.

Books and paper are expensive at this time, no wonder the village chief is so precious.As a distinguished guest of the ghost village, Mo Yan was fortunate to see some picture albums collected by the village chief. I heard that some of them were handed down from ancestors, and the paper has turned yellow due to the age.

"I heard from the salesman that these books often need to be dried in a ventilated place."

The village chief stacked the pages one by one, carefully touching the cover with his rough and callused hands, with reluctance in his eyes, "It's just that we didn't know it at first, no, some of the pages are moldy."

It is rainy in the south, and the room is damp. These books are placed on the bookshelves, and sometimes they cannot see the light, and there are small black dots on the paper.The village chief was heartbroken for several days and asked the shopkeeper how to save it.

"This little fairy, little old man, I have lived to such an old age, and I am also a person who is going to be buried in the earth. I still have a little wish."

The village head looked confused, he hesitated to say anything to Mo Yan, the fairy had already promised to help the villagers, would it be too much for him to ask again?Therefore, his face has been changing.

"Old village chief, you said, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse."

Mo Yan didn't think there was anything wrong, she ate a juicy crispy pear, the juice was rich and sweet to the point of her throat, the crispy pear had been pulled out by the cold well water, and it tasted cool to the bottom of her heart.

"The old man's name is Wang Baocai. I heard that treasure is the treasure of pearls, and wealth is the wealth that makes people rich."

The village head introduced his name, because the villagers have been driven to live in remote corners for generations, they are not recognized, and they have no household registration with the government, so the village head does not know how to write his name.

"All you need is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Mo Yan has the memory of her predecessor. After traveling through time, with 3 minutes of heat, she has practiced calligraphy for a few days. Although her predecessor was a bit sloppy, her writing in Zanhua Xiaokai was good. According to Mo Xiang, her predecessor practiced hard for two years, just to Write a letter to General Yuan Xiao.

Today is the happiest day the village chief Wang Baocai has lived at such an old age. He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he had stored for a long time at home and handed it to Mo Yan. There is no study room at home, so Mo Yan chose the side hall and sat on a chair. , writing hard.

"Sister Fairy, my name is Wang Xiaozhuan, can you write my name?"

A little boy with a thick head and a thick head stood behind Mo Yan. His head was shaved off, leaving only a strand of hair in the center, with a small braid. He lived up to his name.

"Little braid, that's the little braid."

He heard from the shopkeeper that Xiaojie is also pee, which sounds the same as his name. Wang Xiaozhuan was at a loss and didn't understand why. When he saw his grandfather crying at the words on the hemp paper, he suddenly had the same idea.

"no problem."

Mo Yan's answer was quite straightforward, and she did it in one go. When she turned her head, she found that the son and daughter-in-law of the village chief were waiting behind her.

Write!Mo Yan spread out the hemp paper, grinded some ink, and worked hard to write. After the village head was excited, he took a big piece of paper with his name and went from house to house, preaching it with a smile, which made the villagers feel itchy. Take the paper and rush to the village chief's house.

Mo Yan took a sip of tea and felt that the more and more words she wrote, until her hands were numb. She raised her head and glanced outside the door, almost falling down on the chair in fright. There was a long queue, and everyone had nervousness, anticipation, excitement and other emotions on their faces, but in order not to disturb her, they all held their breath and waited patiently.

When Shen Shi came out, Wan Qi Yuling entered the ghost village with a large bag of medicinal materials, and found that there was no one in the village.His heart turned cold, and he suddenly became nervous. People have been chasing and killing him. If he is not around, will those assassins go after Mo Yan?

Thinking of this, he whipped his horse and came to the door of the village chief's house like a gust of wind. He was taken aback by the situation in front of him, and for the first time there was doubt in his cold eyes.

"God, look, this is the name that the little fairy wrote for the little old man."

The village head couldn't put it down holding the piece of paper with his name on it. He has been in this state of narcissism for an hour. When he saw Wanqi Yuling, he immediately found a confidant and offered it up.

Wan Cheng Yuling took it, glanced at it, and asked, "She's in the side hall, are these people here to ask for names?"

"That's right, the little fairy has been writing the names of the people in our ghost village not long after you left. She is really a kind-hearted fairy."

The village chief was poor at words and didn't know how to praise him. Seeing several packs of medicinal materials hanging on the side of the horse, he hurriedly ordered several villagers to unload them. Wan Qi Yuling strode into the side hall, and all he saw was bowing his head. , Mo Yan who writes seriously.Her long eyelashes flicker, and after writing the name of the villager, she will point to the name and repeat it three times, so that the villagers will remember it in their hearts.

"You're back? Help me quickly, my hands are sore!"

Mo Yan has been gritting her teeth and holding back, she guessed that Wanqi Yuling should come back, she waited and waited, she was too embarrassed to rest, let these villagers down, she kept writing, sweat broke out on her forehead, The arm is also sore and sore.

"Okay, I'll come."

Wan Teng Yuling didn't know if he was possessed, but he sat obediently on Mo Yan's original chair and wrote the names of the villagers with his own hands. His handwriting was strong and powerful, with the style of pine and bamboo, and free and unrestrained , Every time after Wanqi Yuling wrote it, Mo Yan was beside him, pointing at the words to teach the villagers.

The two cooperated tacitly, relaxed and relaxed, and after a while, almost all the villagers got the note with their names.Even a woman in the village who was about to give birth with a big belly asked for a good name for the child in her womb who was about to come to the world in the future. She said that if a god could name it, the child would be a lucky person in the future.

(End of this chapter)