After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

According to the law, the three members of the Tong family were punished with sticks.

Tong Meng, whose butt was already suffering, made the situation worse, and climbed up from under the yamen's stick again, his pants were already stained with blood, and he walked with a limp.After staring wildly at Dong Chuanlin for several times, he went home in embarrassment and unwillingness.

The dead knot lingering in his heart was gradually untied, and Dong Chuanfang laughed through his tears, yelling that he wanted to have a big meal.

Dong Guangcheng and Liu Yue were happy from the bottom of their hearts to see their lifeless daughter finally able to laugh heartily.They discussed going to the market to buy some good dishes to celebrate.

Dong Chuanlin and Han Song looked at each other and said, "Father and mother, you go home first, and we will go to Yicao Tang first. This is all thanks to shopkeeper Yin. I want to thank him very much."

"Okay, you must thank him!" Dong Guangcheng nagged a few words, took his daughter-in-law to buy vegetables, and before leaving, he urged: "Remember to go home early for dinner."

After seeing off their family members, Dong Chuanlin and Han Song strode towards the carriage. Shopkeeper Yin had been waiting for a long time.

The county government office is not far from Yicaotang, and it will be there in a while.

After getting off the carriage, Dong Chuanlin and Han Song entered the compartment they often frequented, while shopkeeper Yin went straight to the study.

The boy fetched hot water and handed over a towel, stepped back, bolted the door tightly, checked the window again, and Han Song was completely relieved after making sure it was safe.

"This is shopkeeper Yin's territory, so there's no need for it." Dong Chuanlin sat on the stool, bent down to lift his trousers, and his movements were easy and natural without hindrance.

Han Song soaked the towel in hot water, "It's always right to be careful." Wringing the towel half dry, Han Song squatted down in front of Dong Chuanlin.

The exposed calf was still black and black. After a simple wipe, Han Song washed the towel, folded it, applied it to the wound, and pressed it tightly with his palm.

"Hot." Dong Chuanlin couldn't help shrinking his feet.

"Don't move." Han Song put his other hand on his calf, preventing him from moving. "It will be fine in a while."

Dong Chuanlin kept his face down and said nothing, the towel fully soaked in hot water was boiling hot, and the hot air kept penetrating into the meat.When Han Song let go, there was a layer of red gauze covering the black and blue areas.

After repeating the hot compress several times in succession, the whole calf became red, and the black and blue spots near the knees had turned into green and red, which made me cautious.

Han Song, who was still ruthless just now, clutching the hot towel and refusing to let go, felt a little distressed at the moment, and nodded with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

Dong Chuanlin: "It doesn't hurt, it's hot."

For some reason, the temperature of the towel is not too high, not unbearable, otherwise Han Song would not be able to wash the towel easily.But Dong Chuanlin just felt hot, the whole skin was hot.

As soon as the words fell, the hot calf felt a cool breeze, a little cold and a little itchy, scratching the heart.

Dong Chuanlin looked down and saw that Han Song was blowing on his calf, the itching replaced the cold for a while, the tips of his ears turned red instantly, and the muscles in his calf were tense.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time. I was delayed by something just now..." Shopkeeper Yin pushed the door anxiously and entered. After seeing the warm scene between the two, his voice suddenly weakened, and he coughed twice unnaturally.

Dong Chuanlin hastily withdrew his legs and urged Han Song to stand up.

Han Song gave him a puzzled look, since he didn't do anything wrong, why did he panic and act like a thief.He asked, "Shopkeeper, have you got the potion?"

"I got it, here it is." Shopkeeper Yin took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to him, "It's fine to wash it after applying it."

Han Song took the medicine bottle and opened the bottle after washing his hands.

The dark green thick juice flowed from the mouth of the bottle to the palm of the hand, it was sticky and exuded the fragrance of herbs.

Cover the cyanosis on the calves with the concoction, and rub it back and forth. After a while, the reddened skin gradually turns green, from green to blackened green.

"Wow, this color looks like a heavy poison!" Dong Chuanlin smacked his lips and sighed.

"There is poison/medicine in the concoction." Shopkeeper Yin ignored the shock of the person opposite, and continued: "It's just poisonous when taken internally. If there is no wound on the leg, it will be fine."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Dong Chuanlin stared round his eyes and asked hastily, "Brother Song, do you have any wounds on your hands? I'll do it myself."

Han Song held his leg and said seriously, "Sit down." During this period, his hands kept moving, rubbing every piece of skin carefully from top to bottom.

Shopkeeper Yin automatically ignored the interaction between the two, and said to himself: "I reminded you when the medicine was applied, but you didn't listen to persuasion." After a pause, he continued: "Things went better than expected. It didn’t come in handy, and it made you suffer in vain.”

Dong Chuanlin felt the hand on his calf froze suddenly, he grinned and said: "No way, the prince just glanced at it, this effect is enough."

While speaking, Han Song had already rubbed the bruised and black spots from the beginning to the end.He brought a basin, washed the sticky concoction with clean water, and dried it with a towel.

After wiping, the bruises on the calves were completely gone, showing the original skin color, and the clear water in the basin became turbid.

After finishing the processing, Han Song wiped his hands and asked, "Master Yin, are the two brothers okay?"

"Aren't they still in prison? Where are they now?" Dong Chuanlin said, "I want to thank them very much. They are really dedicated."

At that time, if he hadn't known in advance that they were undercover agents, Dong Chuanlin would really have thought that some people were not used to it and came to make trouble for the scene of mixed fish and dragons.

Shopkeeper Yin said: "It's okay, I took a few boards on their buttocks, I let them go back to rest."

As an accomplice, the men in black and gray were given a symbolic fine of several boards.Thinking of their merits, shopkeeper Yin told the two of them to go back to work for a few days.

As long as there is nothing to do, Dong Chuanlin heaved a sigh of relief, "Then please shopkeeper Yin, please thank the two brothers for me." He said again: "It's nothing, we two will go home first."

Shopkeeper Yin stopped him and asked, "Tomorrow I'm leaving for the pharmaceutical village, will you go with me?"

The shopkeeper has already spoken, how dare the subordinates refuse to obey.Besides, the matter is settled, there is no reason to continue to stay at home and not work.

Dong Chuanlin nodded and said, "Yes." Just after finishing speaking, he turned around and asked, "Brother Song, what do you think?"

"Okay, I'll be with you." Han Song lowered his head to straighten his crumpled skirt, and said casually.

Shopkeeper Yin found it funny after hearing this, why didn't he realize that Dong Chuanlin was still so clingy before.He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Should I change rooms for you when you go back? Move in and live together?"

"This...isn't it good..." Dong Chuanlin was suddenly a little shy, and looked back at Han Song, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.

"No, thank you shopkeeper for your kindness." As soon as Han Song finished speaking, Dong Chuanlin's good face immediately fell.

Although I had expected this answer earlier, when I heard him answer the question so solemnly, I felt strange.He pouted and stared at him, complaining in his heart - if it wasn't for the fear of disturbing Aunt Han's rest, I would have moved if you didn't let me move!

"It's too troublesome to change rooms." After living here, my mother is used to being around neighbors, so there's no need to move around.Han Song added solemnly: "Can you change to a bigger bed? The bed is too small and it will fall if you don't pay attention."

change bed? !

Shopkeeper Yin was angry and laughed and coughed until his face flushed, and he calmed down and said quietly: "Okay, I will ask the carpenter to make one for you later."

Han Song said in a very natural tone: "Thank you, shopkeeper."

After speaking, he looked down at Dong Chuanlin, who was covering his face and secretly laughing, wondering what he was trying to be hypocritical, he was not the one who couldn't sleep, if he didn't change the bed, he would have to coax him if he fell off the bed .

Thanks to the shopkeeper again, the two went home, and a sumptuous dinner was waiting for them.

The rosy-cheeked Dong Chuanlin drunkenly followed behind Han Song's buttocks and entered the room by the hem of his clothes.

Dong Guangcheng was very happy today, he specially bought a jug of wine, and Fei pulled everyone to drink with him.Dong Chuanlin didn't want to drink at first, because he was afraid that he would get drunk and talk nonsense.

But seeing the three of them drinking happily, talking and laughing, he felt itchy again and stared at them eagerly.

Han Song wanted to laugh when he saw his resentful little eyes, and poured the last bit of wine in the bottle into his glass.

Dong Chuanlin happily held the wine glass and sipped, the bitter wine tasted bursts of sweetness.

Unexpectedly, with just two or three sips, Dong Chuanlin became dizzy after drinking it.Fortunately, the two of them took a shower before the meal, otherwise Han Song was really afraid that he would fall and eat shit in the backyard.

The drunk Dong Chuanlin was obedient and glutinous, crawled into the bed after taking off his coat, and asked Han Song to come up to sleep in a serious manner.

Han Song smiled helplessly, coaxing him according to him.

When he lay down, Dong Chuanlin burrowed into his arms very consciously, raised his head and looked at him with fiery eyes.

"It's not that I'm sleepy, go to bed quickly, and have to hurry tomorrow." Han Song said softly.

"Brother Song," Dong Chuanlin opened his mouth after looking at it for a while, and when he heard Han Song's "um", he said again: "Tomorrow, I want to tell my parents about the two of us. Do you think it's okay?"

Han Song froze for a moment, tightened his long arms and pulled him into his arms, his voice was low, "Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Dong Chuanlin smiled merrily, and couldn't help but burrow his fingers into his waist, scratching and scratching, completely unable to calm down, just like an uncontrollable drunk.

After arguing for a while, Dong Chuanlin asked again: "Then, have you thought about what to say to them?"

Han Songdao: "Do you have a suggestion?"

"Let me think about it." The drunk woke up, let go of his thoughts for a while and said with a smile: "You just say——Uncle Dong and Aunt Dong are so sorry, I abducted your youngest son."

"How is it, isn't it perfect?" The drunkard stretched his neck in great interest and shamelessly begging for praise.

"Shouldn't you be the one who abducted me?" Han Song laughed, "All day long, the ghosts and ghosts are jumping around in front of me, looking at me wrinkled without giving you a smile."

"No way!" Dong Chuanlin refused to admit that this principled matter must not be compromised.Even if it was really him, he wouldn't admit it!

On a whim, Dong Chuanlin squeezed Han Song's thin lips with his hands, and said with great kindness: "I'm giving you a chance to answer me again and seriously. Who kidnapped whom?"

Han Song let him toss around, pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at the beams of the house, and raised his eyebrows to look at the quilt, but he didn't look at him directly, let alone answer the questions seriously.

Dong Chuanlin was in a daze when he was drunk.

It's so uncooperative!

He squinted his eyes to look at Han Song, and said in a strange way: "It's because you didn't cherish the opportunity, don't blame me." As soon as the words fell, he let go of his hand.

Before Han Song could react, the newly liberated lips suffered again.

Two rows of white teeth pressed against the soft lips, and the warm tongue poked out from the hole, carefully tracing the shape of the lips from beginning to end, leaving crystal clear traces wherever it went.

Letting go, Dong Chuanlin triumphantly said nonsense: "The tough-mouthed duck will be roasted, and the tough-mouthed Han Song will be gnawed!"

Han Song listened to him, the corners of his mouth turned up, and the moment his words fell, he moved his head forward.

Swallow all the sharp teeth and sharp mouth and glib tongue into the stomach.