"Coo, coo, coo —!"
Pain.
Great pain.
In the middle of the night.
Zhang Feng's stomach was churning.
He couldn't help curling up like a shrimp.
Damn it, maybe they used raw water to boil the pig trotters, this motherf * cker ….
Zhang Feng had diarrhea five times in one night.
At this time, he only felt uncomfortable as if his whole body was about to collapse.
Finally, after a violent contraction of his lower abdomen, Zhang Feng suddenly got up in a hurry, and then stumbled out of the door in a hurry.
Before coming to the outhouse, he directly finished his business on the spot.
Yes, yes, he couldn't hold it anymore.
After squatting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Feng only felt that his intestines were about to come out. Then he habitually touched his waist and suddenly remembered that he was in the Tang Dynasty, and the toilet paper he carried with him was used up.
"Chen Tieniu!"
"Da Bing, Da Bing!"
Zhang Feng had to call someone, but he didn't. Instead, Uncle He hurried over and almost kicked Zhang Feng's head.
Uncle He looked at Zhang Feng in surprise and asked, "Fengzi, what's wrong with you?"
"Diarrhea. Uncle He, you came at the right time. Do you have any paper?"
"Paper? No! What do you want paper for? "
Zhang Feng was speechless.
"To wipe my ass!"
Uncle He was stunned.
"So, you usually use toilet paper to wipe your face?"
Zhang Feng was also stunned.
"What else can I do? Let's not talk about it now. Hurry up and get me some paper! "
Uncle He sighed and secretly called him a prodigal. Then, he groped on a tree next to him and handed Zhang Feng a thick stack of leaves, saying, "I don't have any paper. That thing is precious. If you don't mind, you can make do with the leaves."
"…"
In the end, Zhang Feng had no choice but to make do with it. Only then did he enter the small wooden house with Old Ho's help. Their movements finally alerted Zhangsun and the others.
When they went out and saw Zhang Feng's pale face, they were scared out of their wits.
"Feng Zi, what's wrong with you?"
"Diarrhea."
After learning that Zhang Feng was suffering from diarrhea, they rubbed their sleepy eyes and left.
When Old He heard Zhang Feng's voice and rushed over, Old He's wife also heard Zhang Feng's voice. At this time, she had already brought over a big bowl of ginger soup. However, there was a layer of black substance floating on the ginger soup. Upon closer inspection, it was actually charcoal powder.
"Come, Feng Zi. Drink this and you'll feel better at night. Tomorrow morning, I'll go find Doctor Sun to take a look at you."
As she spoke, Old He's wife took out a packet of white powder wrapped in old Spring Festival couplets from her sleeve. Zhang Feng saw that this was lime powder from his kiln factory. Under his horrified gaze, Old He's wife poured a little lime powder into the bowl. Then, the bowl seemed to be boiling.
She held the bowl of water and handed it to Zhang Feng. It seemed that she was going to feed him.
Zhang Feng hurriedly stopped her and said, "No, no, I'll have to trouble Sister-in-law to bring me a bowl of salt water and a piece of charcoal. This …"
When Old He heard that, he said with some displeasure, "Feng Zi, these are commonly used things. You'll be able to sleep well after a bowl. Drink it."
As he spoke, Old He took the bowl and brought it to Zhang Feng's mouth.
Zhang Feng had no choice.
It seemed that if he didn't drink it, he wouldn't be able to have a good night.
At this time, Li Chengqian and the others put on their clothes and walked out of the door. They looked at the ginger soup and said, "Drink it. This thing is a good medicine. If you don't drink that, I have something good here. Do you want to try it?"
As he spoke, Li Chengqian took out a small porcelain bottle and tossed it in his hand.
Zhang Feng's eyes lit up.
But Old He's next words still made him drink this bowl of poisonous soup.
Regardless of anything else, although it was a little shocking when these things were mixed together, the effect was still very good. At the very least, Zhang Feng's rumbling stomach warmed up after a bowl, and he no longer felt so uncomfortable.
Seeing that Zhang Feng was fine, Old He pulled Li Chengqian out of the door and said, "Young Master Li, Feng Zi just asked for toilet paper. You know my situation. I can't afford it, so I'll have to trouble Young Master Li to quickly buy some for Feng Zi tomorrow."
Li Chengqian asked in surprise, "Why does he need toilet paper when he has diarrhea in the middle of the night?"
"To wipe his butt."
Old He didn't know that this thing was commonly used by people in the upper class, so he said it naturally. But when Li Chengqian heard it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"What did you say? Feng Zi wants toilet paper to wipe his butt? "
Old He was also stunned.
"Young Master Li, don't you know?"
What did Li Chengqian know?
Even his father, the emperor of the dynasty, only gave him coarse cloth. Good lord, this kid used toilet paper?
Toilet paper was not cheap in the Tang Dynasty. A catty of toilet paper cost at least 100 copper coins. How could ordinary people afford it?
Moreover, this thing was thick and heavy. Only medicine shops would use a little of it, as well as during weddings and funerals. Also, during festivals, window flowers and couplets would be used a little. This was already considered extravagant.
Good lord, this kid actually used toilet paper to wipe his butt?
Your butt is very expensive!
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