The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1238 - 1318: Strength in Numbers
Dong Huiying pondered slightly, "Call Liu Yan over in a while. I’ve already evacuated everyone from the mountain, letting them wait for us in Pingchang Prefecture. Let’s send these fruits over too, but..."
The road is too long, I just don’t know if these fruits can last.
Thinking of this, she realized she must find a way. Just looking at what these fruits have done for Liang Zhichen and Shu Yu, you can tell they’re miraculous. If they spoil halfway, it would be such a waste.
A bit later, Dong Huiying selected several types of fruits, experimented with their effects for different purposes a few times, and finally decided to turn these fruits into fruit wine by categorizing them.
Yixuan was very familiar with the winemaking process, having made a living off it. So, as usual, he and his wife circled around the stove, working with great teamwork.
But there were just too many fruits that Liang Zhichen had brought back. If it’s just relying on these two, the fruits might spoil before the heavy winemaking task is completed, so the whole mountain got involved. Other brothers joined in, and Liu Yan also brought the women soldiers who stayed on Anyang Mountain to lend a hand.
There is strength in numbers; the process was bitter and tiring, but eventually, everything was done.
Dong Huiying had Liu Yan and others find a hidden place in the mountain to dig a big pit and bury the large, plump wine jars inside.
"Do these fruits have any use for you?"
For example, the fruits that increase inner strength. Besides Yue Ning, who is carrying a child, everyone else at home eats them daily, almost as if treating these miraculous fruits as regular fruits.
Dong Huiying nodded, "A little bit."
But they aren’t very useful. However, the fermented fruit wine might help her somewhat.
Liang Zhichen felt a bit disappointed upon hearing this.
Seeing his gloom, Dong Huiying smiled, "Don’t worry too much. It can’t get worse than this. Besides, I can use needles on myself to stay alert, so you needn’t worry too much."
Liang Zhichen looked at her hair.
She had lost a lot of hair; it’s uncertain if she noticed it herself.
Her once lush hair had thinned significantly.
These days, every morning she was awakened with the Golden Needle, sometimes by Shujun, sometimes by Yixuan. When they combed her hair, each stroke would see a clump of short hair fall out, and then the two of them would carefully hide the fallen hair in their sleeves to prevent her from noticing.
Her changes didn’t stop there. Her previously white-and-pink skin seemed bloodless, pallid and unhealthy, with the blue-purple veins visible through her thin skin. Additionally, Liang Zhichen discovered another thing...
Her strength seemed not as great as before.
During these days of winemaking, with those large jars and small jars, although she could still move them and lift them, it was no longer as effortless as before.
He smiled slightly, and gently caressed her cheek, "You’re right, there’s really nothing to worry about."
No matter how bad things get, if...
At worst, he would go with her.
To die is all, nothing to be afraid of. As long as he is by her side, as long as he can accompany her, he feels fearless, even if it’s as dangerous as mountains of swords or seas of flames, he could carelessly charge through.
Dong Huiying tilted her head, gently rubbing her cheek against his palm.
Some things don’t need to be said; a mutual understanding is enough.
