PFC Chapter 85 An opportunity is before us; we must seize it.
Chapter 85 An opportunity is before us; we must seize it.
By the time Wenwen remembered the biggest drawback of the Star River Grass and wanted to take it back, it was too late.
Ye Jingchuan's sense of smell is exceptional.
When the Star River Grass was first taken out, and the scent was only faint—to be precise, before it had spread widely and before they had fanned it—it was truly just a light fragrance.
Ye Jingchuan followed the aroma to the earthenware pot.
Um! ?
How could a jar of grass suddenly appear in his earthenware pot? There's more to this than meets the eye. This girl is suspicious; let's hold back for now.
"Hey, what is this? The taste is so...unique."
"Grass, a kind of grass. But, but..."
Ye Jingchuan was suspicious; he wasn't blind, and he could tell it was grass.
He reached out and picked up a few leaves, bringing them to his nose. A cool, refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
Upon closer inspection, the fragrance seemed familiar, and Ye Jingchuan fell into deep thought.
Suddenly I remembered, my master, the scent of the pills he treasured was just like this.
The master's original words were, "Xiao Chuan, remember this taste. When you encounter it again in the future, it means your opportunity has arrived. Seize it."
Could this be what our master meant when he said his opportunity was both far away and right before his eyes?
For a moment, he couldn't quite believe that his opportunity lay with a child. What if it wasn't? But what if it was? Wouldn't he be filled with unbearable regret?
Should he grab it?
Ye Jingchuan was at a loss for a moment and opened his mouth to ask.
"Just what?"
"I just wanted to return the gift to my uncle, but I was worried about causing him trouble."
"In return, how could your uncle accept gifts from you children? It would be too much of a burden."
Even so, Ye Jingchuan took the earthenware pot and hugged it to his chest, as if worried that she might change her mind.
Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin were really worried. "Uncle, why don't we change to another one? This one isn't very auspicious."
"Uncle, this is a bit... a bit too noisy."
Ye Jingchuan's eyes swept over the group, and Wenwen's composure only fueled his suspicions.
Wenwen's idea was simple: Star River Grass could enhance the efficacy of medicines, making it the most suitable medicine for the clinic.
Besides, even that silly bird, Ah Ying, has given an explanation.
Therefore, she accepted Ye Jingchuan's scrutiny with a smile, without any extra emotion.
"Uncle, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
Ye Jingchuan retorted defiantly, "What's there to be afraid of? My uncle is a law-abiding citizen and a doctor who saves lives."
"it is good!"
What a wonderful act of saving lives!
Caught off guard, Wenwen shouted, drawing the attention of several people present.
As long as she's not embarrassed, it won't affect her decision.
Wenwen took out a card about Star River Grass and handed it to Ye Jingchuan.
"Uncle, take a look at this first. I'll have my second brother tell you the story of the broken tiles later."
Wen Chengbin readily accepted the task, "Okay!"
He put down his work and waited to step in at any time.
Ye Jingchuan finished reading the words on the card quickly. He had just looked up and taken a deep breath when Wen Chengbin came on stage and started beeping.
This guy was a master storyteller, spitting as he spoke and gesticulating wildly. Ye Jingchuan took a few steps back before he could even react. After his rapid-fire delivery, he finished with a common storyteller's closing line, "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode! *Clap!*"
The sound of the wooden board being struck completely woke Ye Jingchuan up.
Ye Jingchuan's heart was in turmoil. Wen Chengbin's words reminded him of his master's teachings. The more he listened, the more certain he became that the girl in front of him was his opportunity, and he had to seize it when the opportunity came.
His eyes gleamed, and he paced back and forth excitedly, rubbing his hands together. After circling the room a few times, he went straight to the cabinet where the medicinal herbs were kept, reached out and pulled open a drawer, and took out a box.
"Wen'er, your uncle has something to show you. See if you like it."
Wenwen took it, and as soon as she lifted it a crack, a bright red light emerged. Once the lid was fully opened, the area around the box was enveloped in a red glow.
A bright red stone, the size of a baby's fist, appeared before my eyes, crystal clear, and a wave of heat rushed towards me.
To be honest, Wenwen didn't recognize the stone.
However, she has internal support.
"Uncle, is this... for me?"
"Take it if you like."
Wenwen!
This is too generous.
The image of Ah Ying's hoarse voice came to mind: "Master, this is a Fire Source Stone, a good thing, quickly put it away, put it away."
Since Aying said it was a good thing, then she would gladly accept it.
"Thank you uncle."
Wenwen added some more grass leaves into the earthenware pot, reminding him repeatedly, "Uncle, this must be used carefully; it's both a good and a bad thing."
Ye Jingchuan nodded repeatedly, "Uncle knows, knows."
In Ye Jingchuan's mind, this stone was just a trial balloon; as for opportunities, he believed that he had to seize them, and fate would decide the future.
The medicine that needed to be prescribed has been prepared, and Wenwen also asked for some medicine for headaches, fever, typhoid fever, and colds.
The selected earthenware pots have been loaded onto the truck.
"Wen'er, your father and second uncle's medicine is here. This is enough for a few days. When we get to the next town, your uncle will try to send you some more."
"Uncle Liang, take them home. Be careful on the way."
The uncle and nephew said goodbye at the entrance of the clinic.
Halfway there, Wenwen had the driver, Uncle Liang, drop them off at the courtyard and then sent him away.
Under the cover of darkness, the three siblings carried the earthenware pot into the yard, put it away, and then slipped out through the back door.
The streets were crowded with pedestrians, and the three of them mingled in the crowd as they walked towards the post station.
......
There is no curfew in Yanta Town, and apart from North Street, the other three blocks are bustling as if it were daytime.
It was late at night, and there was almost no one outside the post station except for a few soldiers patrolling nearby.
In the stables, the prisoners were gathered around a fire, cooking their own dinners.
The constables said that tonight's meal would be just one black flatbread per person; if they wanted something better, they'd have to figure it out themselves.
Wenwen finally got to eat a normal meal. Using the wooden box as a cover, she openly took out some cooked food from it, claiming it was bought from outside. In reality, it was food she had taken from the kitchen before leaving. Fortunately, the box had a preservation function, which allowed the delicious food to be preserved for so long.
"Oh, this taste is so familiar, it's like... um..."
"Eat up, even delicious food can't stop you from eating."
The family fell silent and ate their meal in quiet contemplation.
Wenwen finished eating quickly and looked around boredly.
The prisoner next door also bought a cart, which was piled with bundles of all sizes, as well as bedding rolls.
This family clearly had more complete supplies than them; they must have a lot of experience in the wild.
Looking further ahead, wow, many of the prisoners living in the stables have bought carts.
They come in unicycles, two-wheelers, and three-wheelers.
The yamen runners didn't care; as long as they weren't the ones pushing, they wouldn't care how many rounds it took.
The problem is coming.
Several families insisted on pushing their carts into the stables, making the place even more crowded.
Clearly, some people were not happy about this and watched the argument unfold.
"Hey, why did you push this cart in here? Can't you learn from the Wen family? Their cart is neatly placed by the courtyard wall. Look at you, how can you be so domineering?"
"The Wen family means well. They just gave up their doctor, so why not give up their stable as well?"
"Exactly, if you're going to be kind, give up some space so everyone has more room. Wouldn't that be better?"
Oh dear, what does this have to do with the Wen family? Why bring up the Wen family for no reason?
Is this what they call getting shot while lying down?