On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1570 Entering the Village to Perform

The person who fainted on the side of the village road was of course Feng Shaofu.

This is a good story he came up with. The abbot once taught them that if you want others to believe your story, you must first believe it yourself and feel involved in the story.

He pondered over it for half the night and felt that this identity was the most appropriate - a refugee, a disaster victim, and his only possessions were robbed by unscrupulous robbers.

Poor people are the easiest to gain sympathy and resonate with, and they are alone, so they are more likely to be believed. They have no background and are not afraid of any secrets being leaked.

How good.

After being carried into a villager's house and given a bowl of water, Feng Shao woke up in time.

"This is..." He showed just the right amount of confusion.

An old man smiled and said, "This is Dachao Village. This is my home. Young man, where are you from?"

Feng Shao made up a story about a place that is prone to disasters all year round, the kind that everyone in the country knows about and where the victims are.

"I was also fleeing. I wanted to come to the border to seek refuge with my relatives, but I was robbed by bandits. They took away my only belongings and food. They also wanted to kill me. I was so panicked that I ran here."

"I was so dizzy that I couldn't tell east from west. When I saw a house, I ran towards it. Then I was so hungry and tired that I fainted."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but sigh and said it was pitiful.

The old man also sighed: "Alas, this world is like this. Don't worry, young man, when you arrive in our village, take a good rest. I don't have much money, but it's no problem to provide you with food for a few days."

Everyone followed suit and said, "Yes, this is the head of our village."

Feng Shao hurriedly said, "So you are the head of the village. I am so disrespectful. Thank you very much, old man. You look kind and gentle, so you must be a good person. I will never forget your life-saving grace. When I find relatives and become rich, I will definitely repay you."

These words made the old village chief laugh out loud: "As for me, I don't ask for anything in return from you. The fact that you are safe and sound and have not died of hunger or illness in our Dachao Village is our merit."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The door curtain was lifted, and a young lady came in carrying a tray with a bowl of porridge and two plump buns on it.

"Come on, eat quickly," the head of the village said to Fengshao kindly.

Feng Shao hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"Okay, everyone, get busy," the village head said to the villagers, "get everything ready, we'll have a sacrifice tomorrow night."

"it is good."

Bee Whistle's ears stood up. Sacrifice? What sacrifice? Why doesn't it sound like a good thing?

Looking at the bowl of porridge and vegetable buns in front of him, he lowered his eyes - is this thing edible?

Wouldn't it be poisonous?

However, he was not afraid of poison, because the medicine the princess gave him contained an antidote for all poisons, and the prince also let him take it before he entered the village.

The young lady said, "Eat quickly, aren't you hungry?"

Feng Shao nodded, picked up the vegetable bun and took a bite. It was quite delicious.

Although there is no meat, it is probably cooked with animal oil, so it is fragrant and soft.

Feng Shao asked, "Sister, who are you to the head of the village?"

The young lady blushed and said, "I am the daughter-in-law of this family, and this is my father-in-law."

When Feng Shao heard this, he thought it would be inappropriate to speak casually to his daughter-in-law.

He maintained politeness and distance and asked, "Where is my eldest brother in your family?"

"You mean my husband? He passed away," the young lady said. "He fell ill at the beginning of this year and passed away."

Feng Shao's expression froze. "Ah, what a pity. Sorry to bring up your sad story."

The young lady didn't say anything, she lowered her head, and no one knew what she was thinking.

While eating, Fengxiao thought to himself, I didn't come here to sit here and stare blankly at you, I have to ask something.

But the conversation starts by mentioning someone's dead husband. How can we bring the topic back to the original topic?

Feng Shao took a sip of porridge and forced himself to change the subject: "I see the old man is in good spirits. How old is he?"

"About sixty," the young lady said, "I'm not particularly sure. My husband is the eldest son, and he has a younger brother-in-law who is in his twenties."

Feng Xiao nodded: "Thank you so much for saving me. I just heard the old man say, what is this village called?"

"Dachao Village."

"Are you from this village too?"

"No, I'm from Bali Village. I got married here last spring."

Feng Shao thought to herself, how pitiful! She got married last spring, and her husband died this spring. She has to be a widow at such a young age.

The remaining decades...are sad.

He sighed inwardly, and then thought, no, he came here to get information, why would he empathize with others?

Adjust your mindset quickly.

He finished the food in a few bites, and the young lady took it away. Before leaving, she looked back at him.

Bee Whistle smiled at her and nodded.

No one was in the house.

Feng Shao got off the bed and quickly swept around the room.

The layout is simple, and there is nothing wrong with the furnishings. It is very clean, with the furnishings of an ordinary village household. There is a porcelain vase on the table with a bouquet of flowers in it. This should be the most elegant thing in the room.

While listening to the noise, Feng Shao took the flowers out of the vase and felt around inside.

There is nothing hidden, no trap.

Just as he was about to open the closet to look for something, he heard footsteps outside the door, so he quickly sat back down on the bed.

The headman came in with a set of clothes, and seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, about to get up, he hurried over to stop him.

"Don't rush to get off the ground, take a good rest."

"I'm sorry, old man, my clothes are too dirty and have soiled your bed."

"It's okay, it's nothing, I can just wash it later," the village head handed him the clothes, "Here, change them, these are my son's clothes, they're not new, don't be disgusted."

Feng Shao took the clothes and thought about the bullying he had suffered in the past.

In the past, whenever he wanted to cry, he would shed tears as long as he thought about the bullying he had suffered in the past.

But this time… I’ve thought about it several times, but it doesn’t really work.

He thought that perhaps he had been living such a good life in the palace recently that he had forgotten everything that happened earlier.

This is a big deal.

While the head of the village was not paying attention, he secretly pinched his thigh.

The pain was so severe that tears welled up in his eyes immediately.

"Old man..."

The village head was startled: "Why are you still crying?"

"No one has ever been so kind to me," Bee Whistle sobbed, "You are not only my savior, but you also give me food to eat and clothes to wear. You are like my second parent."

As Feng Shao spoke, he was about to kneel down and kowtow.

The village head quickly stopped him and helped him up: "Look at what you are saying, there is no need to be so polite. Everyone is bound to fall into trouble sometimes, how can we not lend a hand to help?"

The village head sighed and said, "For example, if it weren't for the help from the imperial court, our village wouldn't exist."

Feng Shao was delighted and immediately asked, "Old man, what do you mean by this?"

"We are not from the Central Plains. We moved here from outside the Great Wall. Without the help and shelter of the imperial court, how could we be where we are today?"