Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Cheng Ling's light work deterred the chasing villagers, making the noisy scene quiet for a while.

Peng Xingfa, the accompanying yamen from the government office, immediately stepped forward and shouted with a loud voice: "Fuck you motherfuckers! Open your eyes and see, our Langjun is a living person, who is a ghost or a ghost, and his mouth is open. You think it's too good a day, don't you?"

People like Peng Xingfa, they are all real government officials, and it is normal for them to be bossy among the common people.

The main thing is to stay by Cheng Ling's side and act on both sides. Cheng Ling himself does not oppress the people. Shouldn't Peng Xingfa and others have to look at Shangguan's face and act?

But Peng Xingfa consciously restrained himself, and his words fell into the ears of the villagers in Xiaoshu Village, but it was like poking a hornet's nest.

The villagers cheered, and a man with a red face rushed forward with a hoe, and shouted: "Folks, this is a human, not a ghost, let's rush!"

"People from other places, meddling in their own business, helping quack doctors to harm others, beating!"

"beat!"

Seeing that there was another piece of dirt flying over, Cheng Ling pulled the messy-haired old man beside him with one hand, and quickly raised the other hand, flicking his sleeve.

Her sleeves are about half a foot wide, which is not considered a big sleeve, but under this blow, a strong wind suddenly generated, and the strong wind rolled back, forming a substantial force, forcing the scattered pieces to fly. The earth fell back suddenly.

Just listening to the sound of chi chi chi, all the broken soil and gravel fell to the ground, and they were inserted in front of the feet of the villagers.

Especially the few villagers who rushed in the front even clearly felt the shocking feeling of the gravel falling to the ground. At that moment, the villagers all stopped their rushing footsteps.

One person said timidly: "Mother, this is not a ghost, this person is even scarier than a ghost!"

Another person exclaimed: "No... This person can't be a magician!"

Before he could finish the words, the villager shook his hand, the wooden pick in his hand was not steady, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

His face turned pale, and he turned to run. After two steps, he remembered the pickaxe he had dropped on the ground, and hurriedly turned around to pick it up.

Crowd: ...

Cheng Ling pulled the old man beside him and asked, "Are you a quack doctor?"

The dizzy old man who was chased hurriedly came to his senses. With an "ouch", he stood upright and seized the opportunity to shout, "No, no! Folks, this old man is really not a quack doctor! That child, that child... alas !"

The words were unclear, and suddenly, the old man's face suddenly changed.

"Not good! The baby is still dizzy! Oops, no, I have to go back to see the child. How is the child?"

When the voice fell, the old man grabbed the corner of his robe, pulled his legs, and rushed in the direction of the villagers.

The words were mixed, but Cheng Ling understood.

It doesn't matter whether the old man is a quack doctor or not, but before he was chased and beaten, he should be treating a child, and now the child's condition is unknown.

The villagers just chased and beat the old man. What happened to the child?

No one knew what happened to the child. After listening to the old man's words, the villagers were all surprised.

Someone exclaimed: "Ah! How is the baby?"

Someone said angrily: "You can't be saved long ago if you look like this, you should ask this quack doctor to pay for his life!"

However, the old man put his old legs upside down, and suddenly rushed straight past the villagers.

Because Cheng Ling was right next to the old man, the villagers were subconsciously frightened and did not dare to block the road. In such a breath, they asked the old man to rush in from the road at the entrance of the village.

In the rear, Ning Xun carried the burden and followed him with great strides, and the rest of the people followed quickly.

Cheng Ling followed the old man into the village, and the old man rushed to a fenced courtyard at the foot of the mountain, and heard the woman's sobbing from the thatched cottage.

"My baby, your life will be miserable. Don't reincarnate in your next life. It's better to be a pig or a dog than to be my baby..."

The old man's footsteps stopped for a moment outside the thatched hut. After a while, he gritted his teeth secretly and rushed into the house as soon as his scalp became tense.

A woman screamed angrily from the room: "Ah! You old plague thief who killed a thousand knives, get out, get out! What are you doing here? Isn't it enough for you to hurt my baby?"

The old man could only hurriedly say: "No, Madam Xu, let the old man take a look, let the old man take a look, maybe there is still help..."

Madam Xu just screamed: "No! Get out! It's all your fault. You can't eat that bastard. You must say it's a good thing. Give it to my baby and hurt my baby!"

"Ahhh!"

The scream pierced through the meninges, covering up the scattered children's panting.

Cheng Ling did not delay, and hurriedly walked in.

The hut was low and gloomy, the woman hugged the child desperately to protect each other, and the old man was unable to move in or retreat beside him, so he was so anxious that he was at a loss.

Cheng Ling extracted the keywords in the conversation between the two, and suddenly asked, "What is a shandanzi?"

When Madam Xu heard the stranger's voice, her body trembled in shock, and she quickly turned her head to look at Cheng Ling.

At this turn, the child in her arms finally showed some appearance.

I saw that the boy's hair was yellow and sparse, and his thin face was flushed red at the moment.

His lips were slightly opened, but the two lips were so swollen that they almost blocked the entire nasal cavity. His breathing was weak and difficult, as if he was already venting a lot and taking in less.

Madam Xu had no choice but to hold the child and cry in panic.

The old man was also stunned, and said in shock, "Why, why are these lips swollen like this? It shouldn't be, it hasn't been like this just now!"

Cheng Ling finally understood, she took a step forward and came to Xu Niangzi in a flash. A hand reached out and caught the pulse gate of the child's wrist like lightning.

Cheng Lingdao: "This is an allergy. What did he eat? Where is the shandanzi? Let me see it! Does he eat anything else?"

Madam Xu looked at Cheng Ling in confusion, but did not respond.

The old man's eyes wandered around the room, he quickly ran to a corner inside, and grabbed two of the small yellow-brown balls in his hand.

He ran back to Cheng Ling, looked at her eagerly and said, "It's this! I only ate this. But it, it's not a shandanzi, it's a surplus child. Eating it can strengthen the spleen and replenish qi, and children with weak spleen and stomach have loose stools and diarrhea. , Eating it is symptomatic!"

Cheng Ling looked at the spare son in the old man's hands, but was also stunned. Yes, this is indeed a spare child, also called a yam egg!

She immediately said, "Is the child eating a surplus child?"

"No, no! It's cooked and eaten!" The old man said repeatedly.

If you eat yam eggs raw...you don't even have to eat them, just stick to the mucus under the epidermis. For some people, it may cause allergies.

Of course, normal allergies are unlikely to have such serious consequences as this child. But each person's constitution is different, so this is impossible to say.

As for whether it will be allergic after it is cooked, it is hard to say, and Cheng Ling has no time to study it.

She just took the child from Madam Xu's hands, but when Madam Xu couldn't react, she was swept away by Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling hugged the child, got up and walked under the eaves outside the house, and saw a half shed with a water tank under the shed. She held the child in one hand, and scooped the water with the other and rushed towards the child's lips.

And said: "Yang Lin, take the Fangfengtongsheng pill!"