Chapter 1622

Duanmu yawang knew that she was actually confused now. She didn't like to think nonsense. She comforted: "madam, don't think too much. Don't punish yourself for the evil thoughts of evil people."

The shopkeeper's wife wiped her tears with her handkerchief and couldn't speak for a moment.

Duanmu yawang doesn't know what to advise.

As far as she knows, many young couples had this idea in their last life.

With children, you are not free. You are tied up in everything you want to play and do. Sometimes you think that you are really free without children.

However, these are by no means to dislike children, but when people are tired, they will sigh occasionally.

In any case, no one loves their children more than their parents.

Nothing is more important than your children.

However, "madam, I think it's right that people want to look around and make their life interesting. Life can't come for nothing. They should be responsible for themselves while they are responsible for their children, right?"

The shopkeeper's wife was stunned.

She had never heard such words.

Duanmuya looks at her like this, doesn't bother her, and sips tea quietly.

After sipping a cup of tea, I washed my hands, went to the bedside to pull out the needle, and injected the child again.

After she finished these, the shopkeeper hurried back.

He came back alone. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his wife's red and swollen eyes at the first sight. He was at a loss: "madam, are you crying again?"

"I'm fine."

The shopkeeper's wife wiped her tears and seriously asked him, "did you ask for any useful information just now?"

"Yes!"

The shopkeeper remembered his business, came over and looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "Miss Duanmu, I asked the waiter. The waiter said that the man mentioned that he was a man of cangming. He likes darkness and is afraid of fire and light."

Before Duanmu yawang spoke, the shopkeeper's wife frowned, "where is cangming? Is it from outside? Or... From that place?"

"I don't know."

The shopkeeper shook his head and hesitated: "I don't think it can be the people of that place. Is it possible for the people of that place to come out?"

"That's right."

The shopkeeper's wife knocked on her head and said helplessly, "I'm confused."

Duanmuya looked at their conversation and felt a little strange: "what's that place?"

"It's not a good place." the husband and wife don't want to mention more. The shopkeeper is more concerned about things related to his son. "Miss Duanmu, what can I say help you?"

Duanmu yawang smelled the speech, recalled what the shopkeeper had just said, touched his chin and meditated.

Like black, afraid of light, afraid of fire

The little white deer was still eating dessert and looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "sister, do you want to check where the Tibetan tea is first?"

"Yes."

Generally, these small insects are related to the geographical environment. If you know the breeding environment of their birth first, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

Duanmu yawang quickly took out the local chronicle from the embroidery bag and began to check it.

However, she turned over and over, quickly and roughly turned over the whole book, and there was no place to hide tea.

Disappointed, she put the book back into her embroidered bag.

The shopkeeper and his wife have been watching her every move. They are a little lost, but they didn't say anything.

Duanmu yawang's mind has been thinking about the information that he likes darkness and is afraid of light and fire. He walks around the room with his hands on his chest and has no time to appease their emotions.

The shopkeeper and his wife were already anxious. She walked around. The husband and wife were more anxious and were about to speak. Little white deer hissed and seriously said to the two people: "don't quarrel with my sister and let her think for herself."

The couple covered their mouths and dared not speak.

The little white deer said proudly, "don't worry, there are almost no diseases my sister can't handle in the world. As long as you give her time, she can think of..."

As soon as his words fell, Duanmu yawang suddenly patted his head and said with a smile, "I think of it."

The couple's eyes lit up and looked up at her, "Miss Duanmu, did you think of a way to save my son?"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang asked them, "do you have cinnamon branches in your house?"

The couple shook their heads. The shopkeeper quickly said, "but I know where to buy it."

"Go and buy it."

The shopkeeper didn't ask anything and didn't order the servants to go. He ran away again in a hurry.

It's too late for the shopkeeper's wife to shout.

She looked at Duanmu yawang helplessly and said, "he ate some food. He wanted his servants to buy it, but he didn't listen to anything and ran away."

Duanmu yawang smiled.

This is enough to show that the shopkeeper loves his son.

The shopkeeper's wife was very curious, "Miss Duanmu, what's the use of Cinnamon Twig?"

Duanmuya blinked and said with a smile, "Madam will know soon."

The shopkeeper hurried away and came back, but less than a quarter of an hour.

He held a small bundle of cassia twigs and asked Duanmu yawang, "Miss Duanmu, what should I do next?"

"Burn cinnamon wood into charcoal."

Duanmu yawang said, "I only need half a bowl of cinnamon charcoal. However, I want pure cinnamon charcoal and don't mix anything else."

So the shopkeeper ran to be busy again.

When the shopkeeper came back, another quarter of an hour passed.

He came in a bowl.

The charcoal in the bowl is very black and hot.

He handed the bowl to Duanmu yawang, "Miss Duanmu, is this enough?"

"That's enough." Duanmu yawang asked for the result. The shopkeeper said carefully: "be careful, the bowl is a little hot."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang nodded in response, took the bowl and put it on the table.

Then she took out the best potion and powder from the embroidered bag.

There were no other clean bowls in the room, so she took out a cup, poured the potion and powder into the cup and mixed it.

After blending, she saw that the cinnamon wood was cold, so she took out something and directly ground the charcoal into ash foam.

When the charcoal was crushed into ash, it was completely cold.

Duanmu yawang did not hesitate, poured out some of the ash foam, and poured the reconciled potion into the charcoal.

While she was doing this, the shopkeeper and his wife and the little white deer were watching carefully.

After Duanmu yawang prepared it, she took a quick spoon and put it into the bowl. She remembered that there was a silver needle on the child. She took the lead in pulling out the silver needle, and then said to the shopkeeper and his wife, "help me hold the child up."

"Oh, good."

The shopkeeper answered, walked over and asked Duanmu yawang curiously, "Miss Duanmu, are these for my son to drink?"

"Yes."

"Ah?" the shopkeeper's wife looked at the gray things in the bowl and wrinkled her face, "this, this thing can be eaten?"

"Can eat, can't eat."

The shopkeeper's wife was stunned, "can you eat or can't you eat?"

Duanmu yawang smiled. "You can eat in special times. It's not necessary to eat naturally. Eating will not be harmful to the human body. However, don't worry, my purpose is not to let children eat these things, but also to ensure that children won't have anything to do because of eating these things."

"OK."

The couple were completely relieved.

The child was sleeping. Duanmu yawang asked the shopkeeper and his wife to hold the child one by one and pinch the child's jaw. She fed the mixture in the bowl to the child.

More than half a bowl, it will be finished soon.

"Put the child down flat."

When Duanmu yawang said, he put the bowl aside and gave the child a silver needle again.

As soon as she finished a row of silver needles, the child began to wriggle with discomfort. His small face was wrinkled and looked very uncomfortable.

The shopkeeper and his wife were distressed.

The shopkeeper's wife asked Duanmu yawang, "liang'er, but it hurts again?"

"HMM." duanmuya nodded, looked straight at the child and said, "the child probably still wants to vomit. Come and put the basin to his mouth. Don't vomit to the bed."

"Ah, good!"

The shopkeeper did it quickly.

When he took a basin, the child twisted even more, his face turned white and blue, and he looked disgusting. Duanmu yawang pressed his limbs in order not to let the silver needle on him be rubbed.

The shopkeeper's wife was at a loss. Standing on the side, she felt that she couldn't help anything. She was anxious and distressed.

"Wuwu..."

The child didn't wake up, but he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't help sobbing in his dream.

Duanmu yawang was not soft hearted. He still pressed his limbs to prevent him from moving casually. The child cried hoarse in his dream. Suddenly, his face turned white. On one side of his head, he opened his mouth and began to vomit wildly.