Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 174 Wang Mang's New Year's Eve wish was this

"I grew up in the village, it's pretty much the same as here. Haven't you ever lived in the countryside?"

"No."

As Su Jiahe walked, she thought about all the difficulties she might have encountered in ancient society. Although she had endured considerable hardship since childhood, she still didn't have the necessary skills to fetch water, cook, farm, weave, or sew.

It seems that ordinary people in ancient times suffered much more than himself.

"Brother Wang, why don't I go back? Life in ancient times is too difficult."

"It's okay, I'm here." Wang Mang patted his chest and said, "I have fifteen years of experience in time travel."

"So, you are really amazing. You have integrated into the ancient life by yourself."

As they were talking, Su Jiahe and Wang Mang had already arrived at the door of another house. For some reason, a woman's wailing could be heard from the house.

"Mrs. Liu San, why are you crying? Is there something wrong at home?" Wang Mang hurried forward and knocked on the door.

"Brother Wang, do you know this family?"

"There are only a few people like this in the village, and I know them all," said Wang Mang.

The gate suddenly opened, and a peasant woman with disheveled hair and tear-stained face stood at the door, followed by a timid little boy.

"Mrs. Liu San, what happened in your family? I heard you crying outside." Wang Mang asked with concern.

"Uncle Wang, Liu San may be dying soon." The peasant woman sobbed.

"Huh? Wasn't he fine two days ago? I even saw him getting out of bed. What's wrong with him? Can I take a look?"

The peasant woman led Wang Mang and Su Jiahe into the room, where they saw a dark-skinned man sprawled on a straw mattress, a large abscess on his exposed back. He was sweating profusely, his fists clenched, and he groaned continuously.

"Is this a sore?" Wang Mang looked at the man's back.

"Oh, don't mention it. It was just a small lump a couple of days ago, and he didn't take it seriously. Who knew it would turn into a big boil this morning? It hurts so much that he can't even walk. Uncle Wang, do you think Liu San can be saved?"

The peasant woman became sadder and sadder as she spoke, and she and the children cried together.

"Why don't you call a doctor?" Su Jiahe asked in a low voice while standing aside.

"The doctor is still in a town a few miles away. It will take a day for him to get here. Besides, even if the doctor comes, my family can't afford the consultation fee." The peasant woman looked at her increasingly weak husband, her eyes full of helplessness.

"Oh, it's really not easy for you. It's so difficult to see a doctor." Su Jiahe sighed.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, let me take a look." Wang Mang washed his hands in the basin beside him, walked forward and pressed the swollen part of Liu San's back.

"Ah!" Liu San let out a cry of pain.

"Sorry, I'll be gentler." Wang Mang quickly took his hand away.

"Uncle Wang, I heard that many people have sores and can't be saved. Liu San doesn't know how to..."

"It'll be fine, don't worry," Wang Mang waved his hand, "I think I can cure this sore."

The peasant woman immediately showed a look of surprise, but Su Jiahe quickly and quietly pulled Wang Mang's sleeve and pulled him aside.

"Brother Wang, are you sure you can cure illnesses? Human life is at stake, don't make it worse."

"Don't worry, I've had sores before and I know how to deal with them." Wang Mang said confidently.

With the help of everyone, Liu San was transferred to Song Yingxing's residence. Wang Mang took Liu San into the bedroom, closed the door, covered the windows, and took out a medicine box from the cabinet.

"Uncle Wang, what medicine should I take for my illness?" Liu San asked reluctantly, lying on the bed.

"Turn your head away and don't look."

Wang Mang pressed Liu San's head back down, then opened the medicine chest. Su Jiahe then saw that it was full of medicines brought back from the modern world. No wonder Wang Mang didn't want outsiders to see it; he wanted to keep it a secret.

Wang Mang rummaged through the medicine box for a while and finally found a tube of ichthyol ointment.

"Are you sure this medicine is effective?" Su Jiahe was still a little worried.

"This is what I used at the beginning. It is absolutely effective." Wang Mang said, then opened the lid, applied the ointment on Liu San's affected area, and then applied several layers of gauze.

"Okay, just rest here for a day and it will take effect soon." After saying that, Wang Mang quickly put the ointment back and hid the medicine box.

By noon, Su Jiahe was already feeling hungry. Fortunately, there was a servant at home who lit a fire and cooked for everyone. Soon, wisps of smoke began to drift from the courtyard.

"Miss Su, can you come over and help me pull the bellows?" The attendant said to Su Jiahe while cooking porridge.

"Ah, me?"

Su Jiahe didn't know how to cook on a clay stove, but Song Yingxing was busy studying books and Wang Mang was looking after Liu San, so he was the only one free, so he had to bite the bullet and do it.

"This is my first time cooking, please don't be disgusted." Su Jiahe squatted beside the stove and pulled the bellows a few times clumsily.

"Miss Su, slow down. The fire is too big and the porridge is going to get burnt." The attendant shouted hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. If you tell me to pull, I'll pull."

For the first time, Su Jiahe learned that cooking on a clay stove requires two people to work together, one to control the fire using the bellows, and the other to cook on it.

After a long while of work, the meal was finally ready. Wang Mang came out of the bedroom and smiled when he saw Su Jiahe's face.

"Jiahe, what did you do to make your face so dark?"

"Ah? Is my face black?" Su Jiahe subconsciously touched his face and found that his hands were covered with cigarette ash.

"Did you make it from the fire just now? Where can I wash my face?"

"There is water in the water tank outside." Wang Mang pointed to the yard.

Su Jiahe hurried out, scooped a bucket of water, rubbed it on her face again and again, and then went back to eat.

Lunch was also very simple. On the low table, there was only a plate of wild vegetables, a dish of pickles, and a few bowls of porridge. The porridge was not made entirely of refined rice, but mixed with various coarse grains.

Su Jiahe quickly finished her lunch, and within an hour, she felt her stomach growling again.

"Brother Wang, is there anything else to eat here?" Su Jiahe asked Wang Mang quietly.

"No, it's not like our time here, where we had so many snacks and fruits at home." Wang Mang shook his head.

"Can I go out and get some food?"

"Do you have the currency here?"

"Yes, I brought some with me specially."

Su Jiahe opened the bag she brought with her and saw some gold, silver and jewelry inside.

"Hurry and put it away!" Wang Mang immediately tightened his grip on the bag. "Jiahe, you can keep these things for emergencies, but you must not show off your wealth now. Besides, there are no shops in the surrounding villages. You won't be able to go out and buy things if you want to."

"Ah? Okay." Su Jiahe silently put away the bag. "Brother Wang, have you been living like this for the past half month?"

"I think it's great, getting back to basics."

"But, we can't even get enough food here, the soup is just bland." Su Jiahe looked hopeless.

"I traveled through time not for material enjoyment, but for spiritual pursuits." Wang Mang stood up and stretched. "On New Year's Eve, I made a wish, hoping to have the opportunity to travel through time again and realize my ambitions. Although life is hard now, I will just sleep on straw and eat bitter food."