Caomin

After massaging for a while, Fan Haoxuan stopped, tied up the packed things with a straw rope, and took Yuan Jia away: "Don't worry, your legs are fine, it's just that the meridians are a little blocked, and some places haven't recovered. Okay. I will use my internal force to help you unblock it for the time being, and when I find the herbal medicine, I will help you get some external medicine, and after a period of conditioning, you will be able to walk as usual."

Yuan Jia nodded, but most of his attention was on the straw rope.At his age, he has almost never seen straw ropes. The hemp ropes and leather ropes used for those small accessories are common, and the impression of rubbing straw ropes only stays in the textbooks.Now seeing two "live" straw ropes, his mood is no different from visiting a folk museum.

Yuan Jia was silent, but Fan Haoxuan was quite satisfied.This child is quiet and doesn't know how to ask questions. Just by looking at his eyes along the way, you can tell how much he admires him.Fan Haoxuan felt nothing uncomfortable in his heart.

After walking a short distance, Fan Haoxuan pulled Yuan Jia to his side.

Yuan Jia looked up at him suspiciously.

Fan Haoxuan pointed not far away, and said in a low voice: "Follow closely."

Yuan Jia soon understood the reason.The place was an abandoned village, not far from the river where they landed.Fan Haoxuan's pot and wooden bowl should have been found here.

The place is now occupied by a gang of refugees.People in extreme environments can often do things beyond imagination.Yuan Jia felt that he still needed to listen to the opinions of professionals.He glanced at the pot and thought, they are also wealthy people.Even if the pot is only the size of an open laptop, the small pot is made of iron!It's worth the money!

Professionals took Yuan Jia into the village, and soon found an empty house.

Their attitude of being like no one else, others dare not easily provoke them.The two men's deterrence is still somewhat, especially Fan Haoxuan's tall and tall figure, except for a little torn clothes, he is not yellow and emaciated at all.Although Yuan Jia looked thinner, he had served in the army for three years, and his appearance was better than those of these refugees.

This village has the same thatched huts, surrounded by a bamboo fence. I don't know where the original residents have gone.Although there are many refugees, they cannot occupy a village.

Fan Haoxuan was a little anxious when he walked into the room.The thatched hut has no door, only a tattered straw curtain, and there is still mud inside.Before he had time to look around, he put the pot on the ground, grabbed Yuan Jia's hand, and looked into his eyes worriedly: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Fan Haoxuan got a little closer, spraying warm and moist breath directly on Yuan Jia's face, this feeling of entangled breathing made Yuan Jia blushed involuntarily: "No... um, it seems that something is in the eye, look it out Foggy."

Eyes can be big or small.

Hearing Yuan Jia's words, Fan Haoxuan quickly dragged him to stand outside the room where the light was better, and looked at his eyelids, but he didn't see anything.

Yuan Jia's face was getting redder and redder, not because of embarrassment, but...don't compete with him for oxygen just because of his lung capacity!My eyes are getting blurry, okay?

Fan Haoxuan really couldn't see why: "You still can't see clearly?"

Yuan Jia nodded, shook his head again, thought for a while and said, "It's not that I can't see clearly...it's..."

Yuan Jia's ability to master oral English was not good, he spoke slowly, and got stuck at the critical moment, which made Fan Haoxuan extremely anxious, and wanted to ask more questions, but found Yuan Jia staring at his chest.On his chest, in his clothes...

"This area of ​​yours looks particularly blurry and foggy." Yuan Jia pointed to Fan Haoxuan's chest, and turned his head to look at other places, "Other places are better."

Fan Haoxuan rubbed the stone beads on his chest, and asked: "What's wrong with other places?" Fan Haoxuan couldn't figure out what the stone beads were.Fan Haoxuan was a little concerned about the other things Yuan Jia said.

Yuan Jia pointed to several places.

Fan Haoxuan walked forward and asked Yuan Jia to follow him: "You just need to show the way." Another bamboo was removed from the fence and stuffed into Yuan Jia's hand, "Hold it, be careful yourself."

Yuan Jia smiled and accepted the kindness.There are many ways to be kind to a person.Fan Haoxuan's kindness made him feel warm in his heart, obviously it was just a chance encounter.

As for what good plans he has on him?He thought about the original body's memory, but he didn't find anything. Anyway, the worst would not be worse than dying in Jeju City.Yes, without Fan Haoxuan, he might have died long ago.Even if Fan Haoxuan plotted against him, the worst would be to pay his life back.How did you say that?There is no way to repay the grace of saving life, only to promise with your body... Ah bah, it's a life for a life.

While Yuan Jia was thinking about the mess, Fan Haoxuan had already inspected the nearest foggy place, turned his head to look at Yuan Jia thoughtfully, took out a willow-leaf knife and swished it twice. A long section of the bottom was dug out.

Yuan Jia knows this guy, Yam.Right now, this one doesn't look very good, it's bumpy and not at all straight like the ones sold in vegetable markets and supermarkets.But Yuan Jia knew that this kind of yam was the most authentic and delicious.

Moreover, things like yam are good even without seasoning, the key is that they can also be used as a staple food.

It's winter now, and the surrounding area is full of withered vines and weeds. If it weren't for Yuan Jia, Fan Haoxuan might not be able to find the yam.

Knowing the function of Yuanjia's eyes, the next step was much easier. After digging several places one after another, the two of them harvested a lot of yams.

Fan Haoxuan dug one and hid it in his clothes. He didn't know how he got it. Even Yuan Jia didn't find out where he hid it.

This kind of digging and digging is very common, and those refugees have been doing this all the time, hoping to dig something that can be imported.

Others saw Fan Haoxuan's actions and found that they hadn't found anything after spending a long time, so they actually smiled.The smile was not kind at all, full of sarcasm.

Yuan Jia frowned, and was quickly pulled away by Fan Haoxuan.

Back in the house, Yuan Jia watched Fan Haoxuan juggle, took out the yam from his body, and piled up a small bag on the ground.

Yuan Jia and Fan Haoxuan's eyes turned green immediately.How can a little snails and a few river mussels be enough for two people?What's more, they were hungry for several days before.If it weren't for the fact that yams couldn't be eaten raw, they would have been eager to eat them raw.

Fan Haoxuan's willow-leaf knife was already in his hand, and he looked at Yuan Jia with straight lips, his meaning was clear: how to cook, tell me!

So, not long after the two entered the house, they went back to the river with all their belongings.

Yuan Jia was almost half-dragged and half-carried away by Fan Haoxuan for the last part of the journey.He couldn't walk fast, Fan Haoxuan was impatient and almost carried him on his shoulders.

When dealing with the snails, Yuan Jia hardly saw anything. The willow-leaf knife was caught between his fingers, and his eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye.Now that the yam has been replaced, it is bigger and more willful in shape. Yuan Jia finally saw the movement track of the willow-leaf knife... an afterimage.

Yuan Jia looked at Fan Haoxuan's chest, and it was still foggy. Coupled with this afterimage, he was a little dizzy.

So Yuan Jia looked down at the peeled yam skin, it was as thin as cicada's wings.He picked up one and held it up to the sun, and it was really transparent.

Seeing that Yuan Jia didn't look at him, Fan Haoxuan over there pursed his lips and pressed down unhappily.A lancet knife made it even faster.

The peeled yam has a slimy layer and must be washed.Fan Haoxuan wouldn't let Yuan Jia dip into the cold river water. After washing it, he cut the yam into pieces. It didn't matter too much, and put the water in the pot and stewed it directly.

Fan Haoxuan's expression was a little dull: "That's it?"

"Yeah." The conditions are limited, and I can't play any complicated tricks, "Actually, steamed yam tastes better, but it's a pity that there is no steamer."

As soon as Yuan Jia finished speaking, Fan Haoxuan stood up, broke off two sections of stems from the nearby reeds, peeled and sliced ​​them, weaved the seams, and made a simple straw mat in a short while.

"Does it work?"

"Yes!" This man is so easy to use, why does he seem to know everything?Well, except for cooking.

My mother said that a man who can't cook can't fool a little girl these days. To be a man, he must be able to cook.This kind of family education, almost the same as the Yuan family's family education, ran through Yuan Jia's entire life.

Sometimes Yuan Jia gets bored and thinks, if he can't fool a little girl, he can't fool a little boy!

Yuan Jia rubbed his chin, looked at Fan Haoxuan who was holding a wooden bowl and squatting to guard the yams in front of him... Well, did this trick someone?

It wasn't long before the lunch of the Don River mussels and snails. Although the soup in his stomach was watery, Yuan Jia felt that it was hard for him to eat a full meal after so long. Yuan Jia nodded after Shan Yao poked at each other.

Fan Haoxuan was burned, covered his mouth and watched Yuan Jia eat the yam in small bites.After being smoked by the hot air and water vapor, the lips became even redder!

Yuan Jia lowered his head and smiled secretly while eating.Yam, a food that he didn't think was very delicious before, tasted sweet and soft at this moment. It was soft in the mouth, and it slid directly into the stomach without chewing. The whole stomach was ironed and comfortable.

Yuan Jia finished eating one piece, let out a sigh of relief, took Fan Haoxuan's wooden bowl, and put yam in it: "Wait a little bit, you can eat it in a while."

Fan Haoxuan's eyes sparkled, watching the pile of yams in the wooden bowl getting higher and higher, the corners of his drooping mouth turned up involuntarily: "Don't keep pinching it for me, eat more yourself."

Yuan Jia ate from the pot, very boldly: "No hurry, there will be steamed ones in a while."

Yuan Jia talked for a while, but didn't directly steam it in the pot.Both Yuan Jia and Fan Haoxuan understood that after being hungry for a long time, one cannot be full immediately.These days, it is difficult to even have a full meal, and what we are facing is not the lack of medical care, but the lack of resources in this area.In case I have eaten enough, I don’t even have a hawthorn slice to help digestion, so why bother?

So, after that, Yuan Jia just put the straw mat in a clean pot and boiled it.

When returning, Fan Haoxuan took a pot of water and chopped a bundle of firewood.

Yuan Jia was holding a wooden bowl and two pairs of chopsticks, the soles of his feet were a little fluttering, and he looked at the person walking in front one after another.This wood cutting is really chopping, directly by hand!Don't look at the firewood as thick as a finger, but it's also wood!How many people are there who can chop off a chopstick with their bare hands?

Yuan Jia only felt that the person in front of him was getting more foggy, and his legs felt weak even after returning to the thatched cottage.

After Fan Haoxuan put the things away, he turned around and removed the only table in the house that was missing a leg and put it in the corner. Yituo: "Come here and lie down."

When Yuan Jia saw the "little boy" sitting on the bed that couldn't be more rudimentary, he didn't have any intention of rejecting him, and fell asleep directly after lying down.

Fan Haoxuan lightly took off Yuan Jia's coat, covered him, massaged his feet again, and then fell asleep in his arms.

He hasn't slept well for so long.

The author has something to say: the mind of the magic stick

God stick: In fact, for a long time, I didn't see the face of the guard clearly.

Personal guard: Σ (っ°Д°;) っ

Magic Stick: Really, it comes with a montage effect.

Personal guard: What is montage?

God Stick: The meaning of being too clear...

Qin Wei [upright face]: If you hold my chest, you won't lose sight.

ps. The upright personal guards have been taking advantage!