The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Leaving Yandu, the sky is floating with snowflakes. Furong in the buggy holds her son tightly. She looks pale at the blue curtain between the buggy and the shaft.

She didn't dare to ask where she was going. She just wanted to escape as soon as possible. Even if she was illiterate, the objects in the palace were different from those outside. She knew that.

"Mother." The child in his arms has been in a lot of spirit these days. He is no longer drowsy. The doctor also said that the child is OK, but just scared.

Furong looked down at his young face: "zhuo'er, are you hungry?"

"Zhuo'er is not hungry." With that, she leaned into Furong's arms. The sound of the carriage rolling on the snow made Furong's heart colder and colder.

As it was getting late, the carriage finally stopped. Wenzhuangsi opened the curtain and looked at the two women who were sleeping together. He said softly, "hibiscus, there is an inn in front of us."

Furong, who was still in a daze, immediately woke up and shook her head: "no, we don't want to stay in an inn. Let's go all night."

Wenzhuangsi hesitated for a moment, took the quilt to cover the two women: "OK, keep on going."

It's been half a month. It's new year's day, and finally it's the seaside.

After a discussion, they rented a boat, and the family left the land for an island.

The island was desolate and cold, but fortunately there was a mountain with some hay in the cave.

In this way, a family of three settled here.

Year after year, life is flat. Wenzhuangsi will go out and buy some daily necessities. The rest of the time, he will build a house on the island. Although the wooden building is not exquisite, it is warm and clean. After it is built, he will buy some pen, ink, paper and inkstone supplies. Near the sea, he can fish in the net, and he can also cultivate land and grow some fruits and vegetables.

"Dad." In a flash, zhuo'er was nine years old. The dark and strong little guy led a porcelain doll to the seaside. He waved his hands to Wen zhuangsi, who came from fishing. "Dad, mother, please hurry up and have a good meal."

"Well, go back quickly. The tide will rise in a moment." Wenzhuangsi then forced the boat to the shore and fixed it. Seeing the two children standing nearby waiting for themselves, he frowned slightly and came over with the fish basket on his back.

"Ya Ya, how did you come out?" Wenzhuangsi bent over to hold her three-year-old daughter in his arms, one hand leading zhuo'er.

"The mother forbids, Ya Ya follows elder brother secretly to come." The little girl said and hugged wenzhuangsi's neck: "Yaya, you want to go out to sea, too."

"Well, when ya ya grows up." Wenzhuangsi laughed and hung his head: "zhuo'er, have you recited it?"

Zhuo'er immediately raised her small face and recited the book. The father and son ran to the small building like this.

In front of the door of the small building, Furong looks at her husband and children returning from afar with a big belly. She turns around and goes back to the house with a smile. After a while, she brings out the food and the whole family sit around happily.

After dinner, Furong tidies up the table. Wenzhuangsi picks up the fish and leaves them to eat. The rest of them are dried in the sun. After the two are busy, wenzhuangsi teaches zhuo'er to write, while Furong sits under the lamp to mend her clothes.

Four year old Yaya had a good time playing alone. After a while, she came out with a box and went to Furong like a treasure: "mother, mother, the box looks good."

Hibiscus raised her eyes and turned pale. She lost her needle and thread in a hurry and snatched away the box: "you child, how can you rummage things?"

Having said that, I went out in a hurry and found several places outside to hide the box before I came back.

Yaya's cry is very loud. Wenzhuangsi has to come and hold her. Zhuo'er practices calligraphy seriously, just as if he didn't see it, but his eyes like ink show some calm that doesn't match his age.

Time flies. Ten years later, the boy is standing by the sea.

"Brother." The girl wiped the sweat on her forehead and ran over: "my mother has made a good meal. Why don't you go back?"

Wen nianzhuo took back his eyes and turned around: "let's go, go home."

The girl ran up and held his arm: "brother, do you want to go out and have a look?"

Wen nianzhuo stopped and looked at the girl: "don't say that."

"Why? I also want to go out and have a look, brother. If you want to leave, will you take Lan'er with you? " The girl looked back at the sea: "I was thinking, there must be a lot of people over there, a lot of people, why do we live on this island?"

Wen nianzhuo poked his sister's forehead: "my mother will not be happy to hear that. Besides, nianen is still young. If we want to leave, we have to leave the whole family."

"Niang saw that box again today and cried again." The girl drooped her head: "brother, did you say that my parents escaped here?"

"You're guessing again." Wennianzhuo's face was cold.

"No, you see what's not exquisite in our family. My father is a scholar and my mother is a craftsman, but I want to live in this deserted place. I think..."

"Wen Lan Lan!"

"Brother, you scared me." The girl pouted at once.

Wen nianzhuo stopped: "parents' affairs are all things in the past. How can we talk in private if they don't mention us? Besides, isn't it good to live on the island? There are all kinds of food, drink and clothes here. Have you ever been wronged? "

"But, brother, when you grow up, you want to get married. Where can you choose a girl?" The girl snorted obstinately and ran away.

Wen nianzhuo looked back at the direction of Yandu. His eyes seemed to be able to see the towering palace all the time.

If you can choose, he would rather not remember, but those fragmented pictures always appear in the dream, he does not know what the place is called, but extremely luxurious, once there was a man, he looked at himself indifferently, that indifference in the eyes will always wake him up from sleep.

"Maybe that's the best result." Wen nianzhuo said to himself and walked home.

Today's wooden building is more and more exquisite. The windows are bright and clean. The light reflected by the glass makes Wen nianzhuo slightly twist his brow and enter the hospital.

"Big brother."

Wen nianen was practicing calligraphy. Seeing Wen nianzhuo, he immediately lost his pen and ran to him: "my father said that reading can lead to the imperial examination, and I can be an official when I get an official title."

Wen nianzhuo looked at his 12-year-old brother and laughed: "what's good about being an official? The purpose of reading is to distinguish right from wrong. You should not be utilitarian. "

Excited Wen nianen immediately restrained his mood and bowed his head: "yes, nianen remembered."

The whole family is just sitting around. Wenzhuangsi has already dyed frost on his temples. He looks at the children coming back and the hibiscus.

Hibiscus nodded.

"Today, dad has a few words to say to you." Wenzhuang thought.

Wen nianzhuo's heart sank.

"We are the people of Dayan. We have lived and worked in a corner for many years. Now that you have grown up, you have something to say." Wenzhuang thought for a moment and looked at wennianzhuo: "nianzhuo, you are the eldest brother. You should restrain your younger brother and sister in the future."

"Yes." Wen nianzhuo answered.

Wenzhuangsi nodded: "our Wens are not in the official career, but you have grown up. It's not suitable to be here. Your mother and I decided to take you away from the island."

"Really?" Wen Lanlan's eyes were shining at wenzhuangs: "Dad, are we going to leave here? Do you want it back? "

"This is our home." Wenzhuangs's face cooled.

Wen Lanlan quickly bowed his head, and his father seldom showed such a serious look.

"Nianzhuo and Lanlan have grown up. I'll take you out for a walk. If you meet the right person, it's time to get married." Wenzhuangsi said, patting Hibiscus on the arm and whispering, "take it out."

Furong got up for a while and came back with the box and put it on the table.