Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

"Hey, can you please slow down a little? Wait for me, my old bones!"

Yuchi Baoqi weighed the travel bag on his back: "What kind of old man are you? For a man in his forties, it's as if he will be buried tomorrow. It's really unnecessary."

Li Shimin hopped on one foot and sat on the side of the road: "I have walked more than thirty miles, and I haven't seen a single person. My feet hurt like crazy. I don't care, I won't leave."

Li Shimin turned his face to one side, folded his hands on his chest, and looked angry. From the corner of his eye, he saw Yuchi Baoqi walking over, mumbling something.

"No matter what you say, I won't leave. I can't move even a little bit!"

Yuchi Baoqi took off Li Shimin's boots. There were blood stains and body fluids on his clothes.

Seeing Yuchi Baoqi's eyes turn red, Li Shimin was still a little touched. Xiaobao was a kid who was willing to do whatever he wanted, so Li Er felt really sorry for him.

Unexpectedly, Yuchi Baoqi vomited out with a cry: "Ugh! I said... ugh!!! I said your feet smell too much!"

Li Shimin's originally touched heart suddenly turned cold. He took out the jade belt from his waist and was about to slap Yuchi Baoqi: "I thought your red eyes were because I felt sorry for you, but I didn't expect you were retching!"

Yuchi Baoqi jumped back. The jade belt was not long enough to reach it. Yuchi Baoqi sat down on the spot and dug around in his travel bag. He took out a tube of ointment, a handful of silver needles, and a few rolls. Bandages, straps.

Yuchi Baoqi had a ball of cotton stuffed in her nose. She sat down next to Li Shimin with her things and took the foot that had taken off her boots and footwear over her.

"Ugh! I have to say...how powerful your feet are...Ugh!"

Yuchi Baoqi used a silver needle to pop the blisters on Li Shimin's feet one by one, squeezed out the pus inside, and then applied ointment to the seams between Li Shimin's toes.

Li Shimin was curious: "The sole of my foot is injured, why do you apply ointment between my toes?"

Yuchi Baoqi glanced at Li Shimin: "The ointment is not for blisters, it's for your athlete's foot, genius."

After saying that, regardless of where Li Shimin was sulking, Yuchi Baoqi picked up the bandage and carefully wrapped Li Shimin's foot, protecting the wound from infection and at the same time protecting the ankle to reduce friction between the foot and the shoes.

Yuchi Baoqi took another bandage and started to put the leggings on Li Shimin. Halfway through the beating, his hand movements stopped slightly. Speaking of which, the legging technique was taught to him by the group leader Li Wenlong.

The leader of the regiment, Li Li, might be Li Shimin's descendant for who knows how many generations. Yuchi Baoqi found it quite interesting when he thought about it.

After Yuchi Baoqi secured Li Shimin's legs and feet, he clapped his hands and stood up: "Hurry up, if we don't meet anyone again, we will die tonight."

Li Shimin got up and walked twice, but he still felt a slight pain in the soles of his feet. The pain was inevitable if the skin on the soles of his feet was broken, but it was much better than before.

Li Shimin pointed to his legs and the leggings tied by captain Chi Baoqi: "What are these?"

"Are you a hundred thousand why? So many problems? Leggings! They can help people who need to walk long distances, reduce the risk of varicose veins in the legs, prevent mud, sand, and gravel from entering the shoes, and prevent large amounts of blood from accumulating in the feet, making the entire Sore calves.”

Yuchi Baoqi saw that Li Shimin was hesitant to speak, and sighed: "Dad, you are my biological father, dad. You are not needed in the army, right? The Tianwei Army also travels long distances by car when fighting. To protect yourself from mud, haven’t you ever worn the military boots of the Tianwei Army?”

Li Shimin scratched his head in embarrassment. He was a little shy because Xiaobao had seen through all his little thoughts.

Yuchi Baoqi walked faster and faster, until he started running. Li Shimin followed Yuchi Baoqi but couldn't catch up. He waited there for a while and the taillights of the car were no longer visible.

"Why are you running! Stop running! Slow down! Slow down, I beg you! I beg you, slow down! Stop running!"

After a hearty three-kilometer cross-country training session with heavy weights, Li Shimin held Yuchi Baoqi's arm, breathing heavily and almost losing strength.

"Don't run away, I beg you, stop running away, Brother Bao... If I come out with you to do any travel challenges again, I am... I was raised by you."

Yuchi Baoqi pointed to the front not far away: "House, smoke, otherwise I will get lost."

After Yuchi Baoqi finished speaking, Li Shimin was carried on Yuchi Baoqi's back before he could react, and he walked all the way towards a house not far away.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? My father and I are on our way, but my father can't do it! Is there anyone?"

A man just walked out of the house carrying a rice bowl, and the hostess who heard the shout ran out without taking off her apron.

Seeing Yuchi Baoqi carrying Li Shimin on his back, the man quickly put the bowls and chopsticks on the ground and walked quickly over to help put Li Shimin down.

"Little brother, what happened to your father?"

Yuchi Baoqi didn't know where the tears came from, so she held the man's arm and refused to let go: "My father and I encountered a wolf a few nights ago. We ran out of dry food and everything. We have been hungry for several days. My father I'm about to starve to death."

The non-existent "antenna" above the man's head was erected. What did he hear? starve? starve! Can people starve to death in front of their own homes? This is Northland! If people know that someone is starving to death in front of their own house, they will be laughed to death!

"Ferner! Go, go, go, go, go..."

The woman understood what the man meant, turned around and ran into the kitchen. The man also helped Li Shimin into the room with Yuchi Baoqi, and found a chair for Li Shimin to sit on.

The woman brought out two full bowls of rice bowls. Yuchi Baoqi smelled the delicious rice and said, "My dad is saved. This is my dad's favorite stewed bean dumpling with potatoes, ribs, and oh my eldest brother and sister-in-law. It’s so embarrassing to give you the polished rice.”

The man waved his hand: "What's so embarrassing about this? We can't starve to death here! Eat, and just ask your sister-in-law to ask for more after you're done."

The man remembered that his bowl was still at the door, so he turned around and went out to get the bowl. When he returned to the house, he remembered that he didn't cook much for each meal, but suddenly there were two more people to eat, and his wife should have nothing to eat.

The man handed the rice bowl to his wife: "Fen'er, you eat, I'm not hungry yet. I'll eat some noodles when I get hungry soon."

What Li Shimin eats is so delicious. All he eats these days is canned food. With this rice, Kuku's rice will be enough.

"The noodles are cooked with potato seeds. The soup is just mushy, and the ribs fall off the bone as soon as you take a sip. My sister-in-law's skills are enough to open a shop!"

The woman was still wrestling with her man with her job in hand. When she heard Yuchi Baoqi's words, she felt a little shy for a moment: "What's the matter? Home-made craftsmanship cannot be put on the table."