The four-and-a-half-year-old conspicuous Bao was exiled to Hainan and made a fortune by traveling to

"Look! The young master is making some noise!

The young master is not dead! "

The boy shouted excitedly.

The managers and subordinates all gathered around.

"Ouch! You all get out of the way..."

Song Chengfeng kept moving his hands. He was not worried that too many people around would affect the young master of the Jiang family's breathing...

Not worried, the young master of the Jiang family spit out the water in his abdomen and sprayed it in their faces...

He was simply worried that they would crowd in his little one.

Wen Shishi squatted aside and looked at the people on the ground without blinking...

As if to test myself, the results of teaching methods.

Although there was a weak reaction, the young master of the Jiang family did not spit out any of the water in his chest...

"Blow!"

Wen Shishi reminded.

Song Chengfeng sighed. In normal times, he would definitely refuse...

He has never been kidnapped by morality and only relies on his own will.

If someone uses "the benevolence of a doctor" to bind him, in order to save people, he must blow on the man mouth to mouth...

He will definitely turn around and leave!

But right now, he couldn't find anything to dislike among the people around him...

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to accept my fate and move forward...

His body was pushed to the side, and the boy rushed forward and blew a few fierce blows...

When everyone was shocked, the boy straightened up and explained with a wry smile, "I see Mr. Song is in trouble, so I will do the hard work for you...

Let’s wait until the young master is revived and beaten by him if he can’t beat him...

If I do something wrong, I will have to trouble Mr. Song..."

Song Chengjian looked at Wen Shishi and asked for his opinion.

Wen Shishi can understand adults very well. When the boy was breathing out his breath just now, she lowered her head and took a closer look...

Nodding, Wen Shishi affirmed, "Yes, that's it!"

After everyone recovered from the shock and embarrassment just now, they heard the little man say again, "Second brother, press it!"

Then he pointed at the boy next to him and said, "If you press it, he will blow again!"

and also? !

Because of the shock, the worries of the people around him were slightly diluted.

My mind was distracted, imagining what if the young master woke up and learned that he had been kissed several times by his own servant in public...

I probably want to jump back into the sea and drown...

Apparently, the steward also thought of it.

Therefore, I strictly ordered, "What is happening now is strictly sealed, do you understand what I mean?!"

Everyone around him should do the same.

Song Chengfeng didn't stop, and his cooperation with the boy became more and more tacit.

As the air is pressed and delivered multiple times, the body under the hands and the body's breathing rise and fall, becoming more and more obvious.

"puff!"

Finally, when the boy took a full breath and was about to move forward, the young master suddenly sprayed water on his face.

The boy didn't bother to wipe it, his face was full of surprise, and he shook the young master's shoulders, "Master!

I’m wishing you happy! Master, please wake up! "

Song Chengfeng lifted him away and continued to press the young master Jiang's chest...

"puff!"

The young master of the Jiang family vomited out two more puddles of water before slowly waking up.

The manager was overjoyed and led his subordinates to kneel down and salute Song Chengjian...

Song Chengjian's hands were sore and he was a little exhausted, so he asked Lao Shi to help the steward up, and the others around him asked the steward to wake everyone up.

The young master had just woken up, and the steward had no intention of being polite. He hurriedly squatted in front of the young master and asked him how the situation was.

The third child carefully handed the second brother a bowl of water, which he had brought out from the temple. After eating a few pieces of quarantined meat, Song Chengjian felt that his strength had relaxed.

Feeling better, I walked back to the young master of the Jiang family and took his pulse.

After a long while, he let out a long breath, and finally got over it.

Apart from physical weakness, fortunately, there were no other emergencies.

The rain finally stopped.

The haze in the sky has not yet dissipated, and the wind has gradually calmed down.

Although there is no tile to cover the body, at least there is no need to continue to be exposed to the rain while the whole body is penetrated...

Looking at the people around him, Song Chengfeng immediately ordered, "Third brother, please help the temple and pick up some bricks and firewood...

Bring some water and pots and pans, whatever you can get..."

Just as he finished speaking, several monks stood up and said, "Let's go together..."

Song Chengxin nodded and took Lao Qi, not to mention Lao Ba, back to the temple with the monks.

"be careful!"

The eldest brother Song Chenghou reminded him.

Seeing Song Chengfeng take out the oil paper bag from his arms and open it full of medicinal materials, he already understood his plan...

I saw a temple without a roof in the distance, and a whole big tree that had been blown down was hanging upside down on the mountain. It might fall down at any time...

When Song Chengxin, his brothers, and the monks entered through the main entrance, they opened it and the steward could only get a glimpse of what was going on inside...

Turning around and looking at the sea, the waves gradually slowed down, and a lot of cargo was scattered on the sea where the cargo ship had dumped...

The steward immediately ordered his subordinates, who were familiar with the nature of sleeping water, to row a boat to the screen and fish out all the goods that could be fished out.

Without saying a word, the subordinates put away the fishing nets, rowed the fishing boats, and returned to the sea.

The three Song Chengxin brothers and the monks came out one after another, carrying a lot of bricks that had fallen from the collapsed wall...

There is also a wooden barrel and an iron pot pressed in the kitchen.

"Master, the spring in the back hall has stopped flowing..."

The monk held up the half bucket of water in his hand. After repeated sedimentation, there was only so much drinkable water left.

The abbot looked worried, but only for a moment...

There is always a way out.

Song Chengfeng immediately took the bucket and directed Lao Shi to take the iron pot to the beach and rinse it clean...

Let Lao Qi and Lao Ba use the bricks and stones they brought out to build an earthen stove shape.

The three of them finished immediately. Song Chengfeng had prepared the medicinal materials to replenish qi and dispel wind and cold, and finally made a fire...

Old Ten was lighting a fire nearby, while Old Sixth poured the medicinal materials and water into the pot and simmered them over low heat.

"Seventh brother, eighth brother, you make two more fires, and use the fire to dry the clothes in the baggage on the back of the tenth brother...

Take advantage of the wind and rain now, so hurry up! "

The eldest brother reminded, looking at the abbot, "Abbott, you also ask other masters to light some fires and dry the clothes they took out...

In case something changes at night, there are clothes to keep out the cold..."

One of the men in charge joked and said with a smile, "It can't be such a coincidence, right? Didn't the typhoon just pass?

What else could change? ! "

A young monk also said to Song Chenghou in a gentle tone, "The donor is worried...

According to the past, if the eye of the storm moves twice, it will never move back..."

Song Chenghou smiled lightly, but before he spoke, the sixth son Song Chengfeng straightened up and looked at the speaker, "According to the past, there shouldn't be typhoons now, what's the result?!"

Song Chengfeng didn't notice that Wen Shishi, who was in his second brother's arms, looked up at him with bright eyes.