Back to the Good Life of the 80s

Chapter 217
The 300-year-old ginseng is good, and the effect is great. It is stewed with the rare medicinal materials Dabai found. Qian Xiaofeng drank it for two days, and his appearance was different. Shengfeng, even the spirit of Liangshan who drank soup dregs, was the same.

After breakfast, Wang Ting went to wash clothes by the stream with the tub in her arms. Seeing the villagers calling "uncle and aunt" all the way, the villagers responded with a smile and praised her for being sensible.

"Wang Ting is here, there is still room here."

The older girl and the younger daughter-in-law doing laundry by the stream greeted Wang Ting with a smile. Wang Ting didn't go to school these days and came to wash clothes by the stream every day. They were all girls of the same age, and they got to know each other very quickly.

"Why didn't you go to school these days?"

"Ah Dai is not feeling well these days, so I didn't go, I will go to school tomorrow." Wang Ting walked over, poured the clothes in the wooden basin into the stream water, soaked them, rubbed soap on the stone board after soaking.

"What's the matter with you, Ah? Are you ready?" Qian Xiaofeng is weak and often takes medicine, and everyone in the village knows about it.

"I picked up a few medicines from Uncle Dahei and drank it, and it's much better now." Wang Ting smiled slightly, and then pulled Uncle Dahei's tiger skin. There was no way, Uncle Dahei had good medical skills in ten miles and eight villages.

Everyone was talking and laughing, washing clothes is not slow, the family has a large population, and it takes about one morning to wash. Wang Ting is just three grandparents and grandchildren, and there are not many clothes for two days. After washing in about an hour, she said, "Mr. Let's go," and went back holding the tub.

Not long after entering the village, I saw the noise in the village, and many dolls were screaming, as if they were calling for "the People's Liberation Army". There was a voice urging her to go over and have a look, she looked back, and after thinking about it, she still walked over, then she heard a voice she was familiar with and asked: "Ma'am, do you know where Wang Ting's house is?"

The People's Liberation Army who asked the question was Nie Zhijie.

All the young and strong people in the village, or those with a little labor force, went to work in the fields, and the elderly and children who stayed at home could not work.The elderly and children have no contact with outsiders, and they all speak Dong language. The villagers can understand his words, but he cannot understand the villagers' words.

Few people know Wang Ting in the village. The villagers who know her always call her "the granddaughter of the Dashan family". They don't know what to call Wang Ting behind their backs. Few people know Wang Ting's name. Nie Zhijie asked Wang Ting, The villagers really don't know.

Wang Ting came over and saw the scene where Nie Zhijie was talking to them, she really found it funny.

The dolls in the village had never seen outsiders, and they were very courageous. Curious about the military uniform Nie Zhijie was wearing, they fumbled around him. When they saw Nie Zhijie looking at him, they turned and ran away.

Nie Zhijie took a special vacation today, and brought gifts to visit the elders of Wang Ting's family. He entered the village and didn't know where Wang Ting's house was. He asked several elderly households, but he didn't understand a word they said. come over.The village was almost finished, but I couldn't find where the girl's house was.

Nie Zhijie was helpless, why is it so difficult to ask someone?He just discovered today that the voice barrier is a big problem. If he had known this before, he would have sent the girl home last time.

"Nie Zhijie."

Wang Ting came over to call him, and said hello to several old people before taking him back.

When he was at a loss, he heard a familiar voice, Nie Zhijie heaved a sigh of relief, followed that direction and saw Wang Ting walking towards him with a smile, politely said goodbye to several old people, walked towards her, and saw the little girl hugging her. Slowly, there was a large basin of washed clothes, and he quickly picked it up.

"Why are you here? You don't need to practice today?" Wang Ting didn't refuse, and gave the wooden basin to Nie Zhijie, and took the gifts from him, all of which were precious goodies of malt milk.

(End of this chapter)