Entrepreneurship in a different world

The little guy's eyes swept over Wen Rong's face with some hesitation, and then looked at the parts below his head. He looked back and forth several times, as if he was sure that something the size of a leaf suddenly protruded towards him. But when his little black paws were about to touch his clothes, they flinched back in fear.

Wen Rong analyzed his actions just now, he wanted to pull himself.

So he took the initiative to reach out and hold his little black claw.

The little guy grinned flattered, turned around and pulled Wen Rong into the depths of the alley.

Wen Rong let him drag him, turned seven or eight turns in the narrow alley, and stopped outside a shed made of rotten boards.The shed has only one small door that can be squatted on the ground and drilled in. No, it cannot be called a door, it is a hole.

"Ah~~ah!" The little guy tugged on Wen Rong's arm, wanting him to enter the hole, and let out an urgent cry.

Facing the dark and simple wooden shed where the inside could not be seen clearly, Wen Rong hesitated.As a newcomer, he still can't take care of himself. He doesn't know much about the surrounding environment, so it's not good to be taken to an unfamiliar place by strangers.

Even if the stranger is a young child.

"Ah~~ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Seeing Wen Rong, the little guy was unmoved, thought for a while, imitated an adult, shrugged his shoulders, folded his hands together, knelt down and bowed to him again and again.He didn't know how to express it, he couldn't even speak, but he learned through observation that he should do it at this time.

Wen Rong hurriedly lifted him up from the ground, touched his ears in embarrassment, and finally patted the little guy's head, "Go, take me in."

The little guy moved nimbly through the hole, and Wen Rong followed him and half-crawled in.

After entering, there is a space of more than ten square meters inside, which is half the size of the small house that Wen Rong lived in before.The inside is a bit brighter than it looks from the outside. There is a hole one person wide in the wooden board at the slanted rear, and it is covered with a translucent window paper, which is the only light source.

When Wen Rong looked around, the little guy ran to the corner on the left and squatted down, screaming 'ahhh'.

Wen Rong moved two steps forward, his eyes adapted to the light inside, and he saw what made the little guy so anxious.

On the straw mat in the corner lay a man—a half-grown boy.He curled up silently on the ground, his body exuded a stench and an ominous aura.

"Ah!" The little guy looked back at Wen Rong, pointing his black paw at the young man on the ground, his immature face was covered with tears.

Wen Rong stepped forward in two steps, lifted the little guy up and put it aside, and began to examine the boy carefully.

Apart from the bad smell, the young man showed no signs of injury, but he was unconscious, and it was useless to try to pinch someone. Wen Rong suspected that he had suffered internal injuries, so he lifted the rags from his body, and went up and down by the light. After checking it, he found a purple-red bruise the size of an adult's foot on his chest.

"He probably passed out due to internal injuries, and he needs to call a doctor." Wen Rong said to the little guy next to him, realizing that he was stupid.If you can afford a doctor, how could it take so long.This bruise looks like it was several days ago.

The little guy's face was covered with black mud marks from tears, and he couldn't quite understand what Wen Rong said.

Wen Rong sighed and touched his neck vigorously.It's useless to look at him pitifully like this. He's not a doctor, so there's nothing he can do.

This boy is still alive, but his breath is a little weak. If he can't wake up like this, he will starve to death.He wanted to help, but he had no money and was hunted down, how could he help?

Wen Rong looked around in the shed with half-cast eyes. If he could wake up under the current situation, maybe he would have a chance to survive.

wake up……

The few knowledge reserves in his mind flashed back and forth erratically, and his eyes fixed on a simple fire pit in the middle of the wooden shed. The white ash left in the fire pit made his eyes shine suddenly.

When he was a child living in the countryside, he often followed the old people in the village up and down the mountains and rivers, and saw the wisdom and experience accumulated by many working people.

At that time, a person in the village who had a headache would usually not go to the town's health center, so he used some local methods.

He still remembered that an old aunt used to mix 'baicao ash' with water to irrigate an unconscious child, and it worked.

The current situation is completely like a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If he doesn't care about this young man, he has no other way to survive.Without thinking too much, Wen Rong walked to the side of the fire pit, first grabbed a handful of white ash in the fire pit and twisted it carefully to make sure it was grass ash, then picked up a notched pottery basin on top, and turned it over.

The bottom of the clay pot is smoked with a thick layer of pot bottom ash due to burning grass, which is 'baicao ash'.