I am a primitive

In the past, although Fu Jiang would be a little depressed at times, he will not appear in this state now.

Facing the lucky general in this state, Han Cheng always has a hidden worry lingering in his heart.

After all, Fu Jiang was already very old among wolves.

It didn't take too long for Han Chengcai to come to this era and he came to Han Cheng's side. After more than ten years, Han Cheng has already regarded this loyal guy as a part of the tribe members.

And it's a very important part.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

Squatting behind the door of the house where he lived, Han Cheng poured some fragrant meat porridge into a large bowl with a gap.

"Come on, General Fu, hurry up and eat this food. It took me a long time to cook this food. That stupid deer doesn't even have it. You are the only one. Get up and taste it."

After Han Cheng poured the meat porridge in the bowl, he greeted General Fu who was lying behind the door.

Behind the door, Han Cheng built a small nest there with his own hands. This small nest is the residence of Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang is a dog who pays attention to hygiene. He knows to go to the toilet to solve it when he poops and pees.

Bai Xuemei or Han Cheng would give it a bath when it was fine, so even if its kennel was moved behind the door, there would be no bad smell in the room.

General Fu, who was lying in the kennel, raised his head when he heard Han Cheng's words, and groaned at Han Cheng.

Then he stood up hard and walked out.

This very common action in the past, for the current Fu Jiang, is already a lot of effort.

Standing in front of Han Cheng, its body was shaking uncontrollably.

Han Cheng looked very distressed, and quickly picked up the dog bowl containing food and put it under Fu Jiang's mouth.

"Eat, eat more food to get better, and then continue to bully that stupid deer."

While stroking Fu Jiang's dog's head, Han Cheng said aloud, as if coaxing a sick child to drink medicine.

Fu Jiang obediently lowered his head when he heard the words, and went to eat the meat porridge in the bowl.

Han Cheng couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw this.

But good times don't last forever.

Fu Jiang just took two small bites and stopped eating.

No matter what Han Cheng said, no matter how much he persuaded him, he just ate it.

After arriving, Fu Jiang looked at Han Cheng and groaned twice.

Han Cheng could actually see the meaning of pleading from it.

After looking at Fujiang for a while, Han Cheng finally let out a long sigh.

"Don't eat if you don't want to eat, go back and rest quickly..."

In the past, let alone porridge with minced meat, even if it was plain porridge, such a big bowl of blessing would be finished in a short time.

but now.

I don't know if he understood Han Cheng's words, or because he was too tired, Fu Jiang quickly lay down on the ground to rest.

It's just that it didn't return to its kennel, but lay on the ground outside the kennel.

Fu Jiang, who was lying on the ground, was not shaking as much as before.

Han Cheng was afraid that Fu Jiang would be lying on the ground and be frozen by the ground, so he picked him up with his hands and prepared to put him back in the nest.

General Fu didn't struggle, and let Han Cheng hold him and put him in the kennel.

After putting Fu Jiang back into the kennel, Han Cheng squatted here and reached out to touch Fu Jiang's dog's head, then picked up the bowl he brought over and walked outside.

Looking up at the gray sky, scattered snowflakes fell on his face, which was icy cold.

Han Cheng's heart is as gloomy as the sky in this winter.

He was really worried that this dog Fu Jiang would leave completely because of this.

He is a nostalgic person, especially when he is facing Fu Jiang, the guy who has been by his side not too long after he came to this world.

Han Cheng, who likes snow the most, looks at this year's first snow at this time, and doesn't feel half happy...

After coming to the kitchen and standing in front of the stove with burning coals for a while, Han Cheng walked out from here again, and came back from outside after a short while, holding some herbs in his hand.

Add some water to the pot, throw the herbs in his hand into it, cover the lid, and Han Cheng sat in front of the stove and started a fire.

Han Cheng didn't know what disease Fu Jiang had, but he couldn't bear to watch it go on like this.

Regardless of whether these methods are useful or not, he will try it.

When Han Cheng boiled the medicine and walked out of the kitchen with a steaming and bitter medicine bowl, the scattered snowflakes outside had grown bigger and fell down one after another.

The fluffy snowflakes fell into the soup bowl, and instantly fused with the soup.

Han Cheng pushed the door in with the medicine bowl in hand, and the snowflakes on his body melted quickly.

General Fu maintained the posture that Han Cheng carried it in before, and when he heard Han Cheng coming in, he raised his head and yelled twice at Han Cheng, looking weak.

Then he lowered his head again and put it on the ground.

At the beginning, the dog who couldn't see Han Cheng for a while, would be so alive that he couldn't stop when he saw him again, is now very old...

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, reached out and gently stroked Fu Jiang's head.

After waiting like this for a while, he reached out to touch the soup in the medicine bowl, and after finding that the temperature was suitable, Han Chengcheng began to feed Fu Jiang the medicine.

Fu Jiang, who didn't even want to eat meat porridge, naturally wouldn't drink such a bitter soup.

After repeated persuasion to no avail, Han Chengcheng began to pour drugs.

He found a bamboo tube, put it into Fu Jiang's mouth, and then poured the medicinal soup in the bowl into Fu Jiang's mouth along the bamboo tube.

The pouring of the medicine was not so smooth, and Bai Xuemei came to help to pour the medicine soup down.

Fu Jiang, who had been given the medicinal soup, sneezed several times in a row and shook his head a few times before slowly regaining his composure.

But it still looks uncomfortable.

Han Cheng carried Fu Jiang back into the kennel, squatted here and stroked Fu Jiang's dog's head for comfort.