Chapter 5: Light Beauty

Mo Huaixiang patted the dust off her shoulders and pointed to the large bag, saying: "This bag contains thirteen dou of unhulled rice. There isn't much rice that has been milled at home. My father said to give the teacher the rice grains. For the past few days, the two of us have been taking turns helping the teacher mill the rice. Since it is rice grains, and considering that we both need to take care of the teacher and also eat and live here, we have given an extra three dou, which counts as our rations."

Headache, feeling nauseous

Zhuang Hui forced a smile; he was still not accustomed to his new role

Zhuang Hui was both surprised and delighted; this must be the handgun that fell to the ground after the police car of the patrol officer from before the time travel had an accident and was picked up by himself

Zhuang Hui nodded slightly: "Hmm, I... I am afraid I really have been knocked silly. I can't remember anything at all...!"

"What is there to see?" Ning Sanmei tossed her long braid in front of her, shyly fiddling with the ends of her hair, "After all these years working under your nose, haven't you seen enough?"

After washing her face, Ning Sanmei poured the dirty water from the wooden basin into a bucket. Zhuang Hui asked curiously, "Why not throw it away? What is it kept for?"

"It's nothing," Zhuang Hui said with disappointment, casually adding, "I dreamed about it when I fainted."

Sister Huai Xiang, I will start the fire, you go back and get some rice, I will make porridge for the gentleman. The gentleman's home only has bran cakes left, he is seriously injured and needs to be nourished.

When Ning Sanmei was busy, Zhuang Hui leaned back and shifted his body slightly. Only then did he feel something heavy at his waistband. He reached in to touch it, and it was cold.

He hurriedly fumbled to remove the magazine and took a look; the magazine was filled with two rows of bullets. After counting, there were a total of 20 rounds

The smile on Ning Sanmei's face immediately vanished, and a trace of worry crossed her brow. She quickly replaced it with a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, when Doctor Gong arrives in a while, he will prescribe you some medicine. After taking the medicine, you will gradually start to remember."

"You don't want me to see your face, do you?" Zhuang Hui looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Look at you, how can the things you dream of really exist? Honestly." Ning Sanmei playfully glared at him, then continued with her busy work

No need for that, water is very precious, there is not enough to drink, let alone to wash one's face

"There is no need to say thank you; if a mistake has been made, it is only right to make amends." Mo Huaixiang turned to Ning Sanmei and said, "Today you take care of the gentleman, and tomorrow at this time I will come to relieve you."

Mo Huaixiang glanced at Zhuang Hui with a smile before turning to leave. Although the room was relatively dim, that glance from Mo Huaixiang made Zhuang Hui feel a tingling sensation throughout his body, as if he had been electrified. It was hard to tell that this sturdy village woman possessed such an alluring gaze.

Once Mo Huai Xiang had left, Ning San Mei began to start the fire. Her hands and feet were quite nimble, and the fire quickly blazed up. Only then did she sit on a low stool beside Zhuang Hui, gazing at him with tender affection and compassion.

Ning Sanmei's eyebrows drooped, and she nodded anxiously. She took the medicine bag from his hand and accompanied him into the kitchen. Doctor Gong lit the fire and sat on a low stool beside Zhuang Hui. He bent down, took his wrist to check his pulse, and then looked at his tongue. He then asked him: "How do you feel?"

Zhuang Hui said: "Go wash your face. Look at how dirty you are."

Fortunately, she quickly stood up from the fire pit, which allowed Gu Yezhou's eyes and the book's gaze to be released. Ning Sanmei carried a large bag of rice and a small bag of millet outside, placing them in the adjacent room. Upon returning, she scooped two ladles of water into the iron pot, without rinsing the rice, and bent down to take a three-legged stand from beside the fire pit, placing it on the fire pit. Then, she set the iron pot on the three-legged stand and began to cook porridge

Used when cooking pig slop

Zhuang Hui gave a wry smile and said, "With so little water, how can you wash your face? You should pour a bit more."

Ning Sanmei sat beside him again on the hot stove and asked, "Is it good now?"

What is this

Ning Sanmei shyly smiled and said, "No need, right? Water is quite precious."

"Doctor Gong has arrived!" Ning Sanmei flew out of the kitchen door like a swallow, and upon seeing Doctor Gong standing in the corridor with several bags of medicine, she hurriedly approached him, saying: "You have come!"

Isn't it soul transference? How could this gun follow me through? And why didn't other things on me, like my phone, come along? He didn't understand; it should probably be because I was holding this handgun at that time.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, creaking on the floorboards. Then someone shouted: "Mr. Gu!"

Ning Sanmei shot him a glare in annoyance, then scooped half a ladle of water into the basin and began to wash her face

Well, it's normal, don't worry, I have already prescribed you medication, just take it and you will be fine

Twenty bullets should be enough to ensure one's own safety

"So, have you seen a big guy, like this!" Zhuang Hui gestured to describe the appearance of the police car and mentioned some characteristics.

Ning Sanmei looked at him strangely and said, "What noise? I didn't hear anything. I was working in the fields at that time, not there. It was someone else who came to tell me that you were injured, and that's why I ran over."

Zhuang Hui gazed at her, momentarily taken aback; this girl was indeed a stunning beauty. Her charming face was one that could evoke both joy and pouting, with eyebrows like paintings, captivating and enchanting. Her long eyelashes framed large eyes, complemented by a high nose bridge, and her rosy cherry-like lips were adorned with a shallow dimple, making her appear exceedingly adorable. Her lips, as luscious as a peach, parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth that were perfectly curved, stirring a flutter in the heart of anyone who beheld her. Although her complexion was slightly darker, it was a tender and healthy hue. This appearance could rival even the most popular contemporary starlets, and compared to the heavily made-up celebrities of today's society, Ning Sanmei exuded an added touch of innocence and purity.

A Type 92 5.8 mm police pistol

Ning Sanmei's dirty face flushed with two rosy clouds, and she shyly glanced at him. She flicked her long braid, took a wooden basin, scooped a small ladle of water from the large water jar beside the fire pit, and poured a little into her palm, wiping her face bit by bit.

Zhuang Hui seized the object and took it out

"Are you kidding me?" Zhuang Hui said, glancing at her beautiful long black braid, and continued, "I see that aside from your face, everything else about you is quite clean. Your hair is not messy either. If you don't wash your face or bathe, how could you be so clean?"

Zhuang Hui hurriedly tucked the pistol back into his bosom

Zhuang Hui was very excited. He raised his eyes to look at Ning Sanmei, who was busy cooking by the stove. The light in the room was dim, and she did not notice Zhuang Hui's actions

Ning Sanmei felt a bit embarrassed as she was stared at by Zhuang Hui, and she playfully asked, "What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize me?"

Mori was stroking his beard and smiling as he said: "Indeed, indeed! Sir, your kind-heartedness ensures that the children you teach will surely succeed. By the way, sir, you should focus on recovering from your injuries; do not worry about the matters of the school for now. I will arrange for those little ones to review their lessons on their own."

Zhuang Hui has come to understand why she does not wash the rice before cooking the porridge, as water is too precious; if it can be saved, it should be saved, and there is no time to consider so much.

Ning Sanmei nodded

"Yes!" the two girls replied in unison

Mori has gone out with those few people. Mo Huaixiang did not leave. She moved to the side of the fireplace and said: "I will start the fire!"

As they were speaking, Mo Huaixiang entered with a bag of rice slung over her shoulder and a small half-bag in her hand. Ning Sanmei hurried over to assist, placing the bag of rice on the hearth.

Zhuang Hui looked at her and said, "Thank you, Sister Huai Xiang"

Ning Sanmei gaped in astonishment, but that lovely little mouth could at most fit a quail egg: "What should we do?"

Ning Sanmei took down the iron pot hanging on the stove and set it aside, then picked up a small clay bowl with blue edges, scooping a little less than half a bowl of rice from the rice bag and pouring it into the iron pot. As she performed this action, she half-squatted under Gu Yezhou's eyelids, fully revealing her curvaceous hips beneath her slender waist in front of him. Gu Yezhou felt a warmth rising in his heart.

Ning Sanmei chuckled and said: "My dear! You know, there is still water by the river in the county town at the foot of the mountain. I go down the mountain every day to fetch water, and I wash my face and feet while I'm at it. I hide in secluded places to take a bath. Unlike you, who makes excuses about the lack of water and doesn't wash."

Slowly help him recall! What else can be done? Gradually, he began to remember.

"Good! Don't move, I am afraid of you, but I am not."

Ning Sanmei shook her head in confusion: "I have never seen it, what is it? So strange."

Then, she pointed to the small bag and said: "This is rice, which I have already pounded. This is all we have at home, and I will give it all to you, sir. I will pound more later."

Mo Huaixiang slapped her forehead: "Look at my memory, I will go right away"

How is Mr. Gu doing?

Zhuang Hui nodded and said thank you

Gong Langzhong smiled and said, "It is nothing to worry about; this is normal. Some people, when their heads suffer a heavy blow, will forget certain things. The more severe the injury, the more they will forget."

The water is insufficient to wash properly! Hurry up, or I will get up and do it myself!

Regardless, now that he has this thing in hand, Zhuang Hui suddenly feels much braver. In this unfamiliar ancient world, it seems he has found a support. However, he is unsure whether there are any bullets and how many there are.

Zhuang Hui smiled and said, "Then you should wash your face now, let me take a look."

Zhuang Hui was left speechless; this is simply a case of cherishing water as if it were gold

It's not too bad... Ning Sanmei lowered her voice, "It's just that he can't remember anything anymore, he can't recall anything at all. Previously, he didn't even recognize Uncle Mo, Da Gui, or Er Gui. He doesn't even know who I am! What are we going to do about this?"

Mori addressed the others, saying: "Alright, let the gentleman rest well, everyone go back!" He then said to Ning Sanmei: "You and Huaixiang, you two have worked hard during this time, take good care of the gentleman. If there is anything, just let me know."

After some thought, Zhuang Hui asked Ning Sanmei: "When I was injured by them, didn't you hear any loud noises? For example, a huge bang or something like that?" Zhuang Hui thought that when the police car came through, there should have been some significant commotion.