Little Zhuangtou and the Great General

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"No!" The old man categorically refused as soon as he heard Shen Miao's request, "He just apologized, and you believed it completely? Did you forget that he strangled your neck as soon as he woke up?"

"Of course I won't believe it completely, but since he admitted his mistake and apologized in a good manner, I can't let him stay in the cold all night because he choked his neck, and let the fever that had finally subsided come back again." Shen Miao explained.

The old man snorted coldly: "What if his apology is fake?"

Shen Miao frowned: "Why do you have to think so badly of that person? Do you know him?"

The old man stared at Shen Miao, but did not answer immediately.He really knew Yang Xingfeng, otherwise he wouldn't have been targeting this person all the time, he also knew Liu Nianlang, and knew about the two of them.But Liu Nianlang kept claiming that his name was Shen Miao, and that he didn't know Yang Xingfeng, which made the old man dare not easily admit that he knew Yang Xingfeng, and he didn't dare to tell this man named Shen Miao that the person he rescued was Yang Xingfeng.

Shen Miao didn't know anyone anymore, so he wouldn't unilaterally trust him alone. After learning Yang Xingfeng's identity, he would definitely go to Yang Xingfeng to testify. In this way, he couldn't explain to Yang Xingfeng why he knew his identity.

The old man had no choice but to sneer and said: "I don't know him, but I have eaten more salt than you have eaten, and I think people are much deeper than you."

"I admit that older people have profound experience, but the criteria for judging people are just that. First look at appearance and expression, then look at words and deeds, and finally get along with each other. You can see people's hearts over time. But your judgment of him has bypassed many steps. , directly came up with an answer that requires a long time to get along, I don't agree." Shen Miao retorted.

The old man then sneered: "In that case, you can do whatever you want." Then he raised his chin and pointed to the bare house, "I am only this big, and everything is here, and there is no quilt you want to pick up."

Shen Miao was taken aback for a moment, and thought about coming over to borrow a quilt, but forgot that the old man's family was very poor, and he usually slept in the haystack in the corner, sleeping with his clothes together, without a quilt.He scratched his head with a headache: "What can we do? Did we sleep together like last night?"

Shen Miao was in a dilemma. That person would sleep before he woke up. Anyway, the other person didn't know, and now they slept together after waking up. Even if the person had no objection, he still felt weird. After all, the relationship was not good enough to be honest with each other. the point.

The old man kept staring at Shen Miao, and when he saw this, he suddenly said, "I don't have a quilt, the dry grass can cover you up a bit, but..." He deliberately paused.

Shen Miao hurriedly asked, "But what?"

"Withered grass can't be directly used as a quilt, it has to be rubbed up, I don't have the time to spare, you rub it yourself." The old man said.

Shen Miao glanced at the scattered withered grass, and asked cautiously: "I don't know how, can you teach me?"

"Okay, just teach it once, if you can't learn it, forget it."

"Okay." Shen Miao quickly agreed.

The old man took some dead grass, and after tidying it up, he twisted it into a rope shape, and picked out four strong ones, two in a group, one up and one down, and tied the grass ropes alternately: "Just fix it like this, how long do you want to weave?" , just twist as many ropes as you want, okay?"

"Yes." Shen Miao nodded, the principle seemed quite simple.

Rubbing is not as simple as it seems. It takes a lot of hand strength to twist the grass into a rope, otherwise it will fall apart, especially the grass provided by the old man is not all straw of the same length, and there are some weeds. Once picked up, it will continue to drop grass.

Shen Miao had no choice but to rub it vigorously, but his hand was worn out before, and later he was burned when making the Malan head, and it hurt deeply when he rubbed it.Gritting my teeth and insisting on rubbing a dozen or so roots, problems appeared. The flesh on my hands was blurred, and a lot of blood was faintly oozing out.

The old man frowned, took Shen Miao's hand to check: "What's going on?"

Shen Miao smiled embarrassedly: "I haven't done any crop work, it's worn out."

"How could it be worn down like this?" The old man obviously didn't believe it.

Shen Miao had no choice but to explain again: "I accidentally got burned."

"Heh! I can't protect myself, and I still think about others." The old man laughed, and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms: "Spread your hands."

"Oh..." Shen Miao thought that it should be medicine and obeyed obediently. The next second, the pain was so overwhelming that he screamed out of pain.

"What's it called? It's just some medicine. The worse the pain, the faster it will get better. Don't you understand?" The old man glanced at Shen Miao.

Shen Miao looked at the old man with a distorted face, it was really painful.

"I can't stand such a little flesh and blood pain, how will I live in the future?" The old man gave Shen Miao a contemptuous glance, ignored Shen Miao, and sat down to help twist the remaining straw rope, and then lay it flat and tie it.

Shen Miao endured the pain and looked at the old man making the straw shop, thinking that the old man was really good, he had to speak in such a vicious tone.Thinking about it, the pain in his hands basically disappeared, replaced by an extremely cool feeling. He vaguely recalled the martial arts novels he had read, and it seemed that when talking about healing medicines, he said that the cooler the medicine, the better the effect. Then he The medicine in hand should be very good.

The old man didn't explain anything about the medicine, he only thought that Shen Miao's pain should be over, so he said, "Move back by yourself."

Shen Miao hurriedly thanked her, and happily reached out her hand to move it. Before leaving, the old man seemed to have remembered something to stop him, and asked, "Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

Shen Miao hadn't thought it through yet, but had only roughly imagined that if there was really no room, she could squeeze with the horse for one night, which would be warm and safe.

Seeing that Shen Miao didn't answer, the old man said, "If you don't have a place to sleep, come here to sleep." He pointed to the roof, "There is a place on the roof that is usually used for stacking firewood, and you can sleep after a little tidying up."

Shen Miao followed the old man's expectations. He remembered that the roof was triangular, but now the ceiling was flat. There should indeed be a small space above it. It was much better than sleeping with a horse. Shen Miao was a little moved, but remembered seeing the old man one day At that time, the old man didn't seem to like being in the same room with people very much, so he politely declined the old man's kindness and went back with the straw mat.

The old man watched Shen Miao's eyes dim again.

When she got home, Shen Miao found that the porridge bowl was empty.

Taking advantage of the time when Shen Miao was leaving, Yang Xingfeng forced himself to get up and check the residence, and was frustrated to find that the place was so dilapidated that it couldn't be broken anymore. Apart from this bowl of porridge, there was nothing else to fill his stomach, so he had to eat it.After eating, he also checked his condition. There were many scars all over his body, and there was no medicine to treat them. The possibility of scars was very high, which made Yang Xingfeng very angry.Later, he found that his clothes were ragged, he had no shoes, and the only jacket he was wearing that looked like a piece of cloth didn't seem to belong to him. Yang Xingfeng was so angry that he couldn't stop cursing Liu Nianlang in his heart.

Cursing and cursing, Yang Xingfeng was tired, after all he was seriously injured, even though he woke up, he was still not well, so he could only shrink back on the bed.

Seeing this, Shen Miao quickly covered Yang Xingfeng with the grass: "There is no quilt here, so I can only cover this, let's put it down first!"

Yang Xingfeng thanked him briefly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep, still making up his mind that the crimes he suffered today will be returned to Liu Nianlang in the future.

Shen Miao couldn't see through Yang Xingfeng's thoughts from the outside, so she kindly stopped him and asked him to drink the dendrobium water.

Seeing that it was the medicine that would help him recover, Yang Xingfeng obediently sat up and went to sleep after drinking it.

Shen Miao packed up the bowls and chopsticks and went out to clean them. She stayed outside for a while before entering the house. After confirming that Yang Xingfeng was asleep, she made a charcoal fire, closed the door slightly and left.

The horse was already resting outside, looking at the two pots of Dendrobium extremely conscientiously, and surrounded him with them, sensing Shen Miao's approach, immediately raised his head, and gave Shen Miao a strange look.

Shen Miao said with a smile: "Your master is awake, I can't sleep with him anymore, I'll squeeze with you tonight, don't you hate it?"

The horse shook its head, showing that it didn't dislike it, and lay on its side generously, exposing its belly to let Shen Miao sleep. Shen Miao happily fell asleep next to the horse, and immediately fell asleep because she was too tired.

Early the next morning, Shen Miao woke up to the sound of the horse's uneasy snorting. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Yang Xingfeng staring at him leaning on a piece of wood. : "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Yang Xingfeng's eyes immediately returned to normal, and he said lightly: "It's dawn, how about breakfast?"

"It's already this late?" Shen Miao got up quickly.