Nongmen Xiaojiao bag, she relies on space to be rich

Chapter 211
Hearing An Zhinan's praise, the coachman just shook his head with a smile, looked at An Zhinan admiringly and said: "The girl is too famous, it's rare in the world for a girl to be as vigilant as you are, and it's easy to see a girl's face." Zhi is a very intelligent person, as expected, if the girl hadn't noticed it today, maybe the old man would have been planted in this wilderness."

"Uncle Feng likes to joke. I think you can handle it without me just now. I think you were a little aware of it before."

The coachman chuckled and stopped talking.

With what happened just now, several people left without stopping after eating, not planning to take a rest at all.

Uncle Feng was no longer in the mood to drive slowly this time, he kept driving the carriage towards the road, and was sweating all over in the winter, which showed that he worked hard.

The three people sitting in the car were devastated by the cold wind. The curtains of the carriage could not be stopped due to the speed of the carriage, and the cold wind was blowing on several people.

Seeing that the tips of their noses were turning red from the cold, An Yanshu quickly got up and pulled out the quilt from the back row to cover the two of them while holding on to the handle.

"Cover it tightly, so you don't catch a cold. I'll make the car curtains thicker when I get to the next town, so that it won't be blown up in the future."

An Zhinan sniffed and said, "Brother, why don't you cover it together, I think you're swaying from the cold, and besides, there are no outsiders in the car, so your body is more important."

Hearing the swing, An Yanshu's body suddenly stopped, and he pretended to cough lightly and waved his hands: "No, please cover it up, I'll add a cloak."

The cloak was just behind Wei Xin, An Yanshu got up and was about to reach for it, but the carriage stopped instantly, and the inertia made An Yanshu jump directly towards Wei Xin.

Seeing Wei Xin's terrified and worried eyes, An Yanshu subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the carriage, his elbow suddenly bent for a moment and straightened immediately, his brow was sweating coldly.

The moment An Yanshu fell down, An Zhinan quickly caught his other hand to avoid bumping it, and then asked aloud, "Uncle Feng, what's wrong?"

"There is a person lying on the road in front of him, he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. I'll go down and have a look."

An Zhinan supported An Yanshu to sit in his seat, covered him with a quilt, and then opened the curtain to watch.

There was indeed a black figure lying ten meters ahead, most of which was covered by snow, and it was only vaguely known to be a person.

The coachman approached cautiously with a long whip in his hand, kicked the man lightly twice, and only dared to reach out to approach the man after confirming that there was no danger.

An Zhinan took a look, jumped out of the carriage and walked over. After getting closer, he saw the man's face clearly. He was a very handsome man. His face was pale and bloodless. He was lying quietly in the snow. He looked about 20 years old. She was wrapped in black clothes, with a ring-shaped jade pendant around her waist, and a pair of jade-embellished boots on her feet. Even with her eyes closed, she still couldn't hide her luxurious and restrained temperament.

The coachman looked at An Zhinan, frowned and said: "This man looks like an ordinary person. He can lie down on this avenue. He must be in trouble. I see a sword wound on his waist. Miss, how do you deal with it?" ?”

"It's better not to cause trouble. I just want to reach the capital safely. As for this man, Uncle Feng, wait a moment," An Zhinan turned his head and ran towards the carriage after speaking, and came back with a medicine box and cloak in his arms.

Looking around, An Zhinan pointed to the side of the road and said, "Uncle Feng, take him there first. I'll treat his wound, and then we'll leave. There's only this to do."

The coachman nodded, and suddenly thought of something when he stepped forward to help him. He slapped his forehead and said, "I remember that there is a temple not far in front. The monks are the most kind-hearted. Why don't we send him to the temple? It's safer that way." .”

An Zhinan thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "Then go to the temple, after all, accidents will happen if you can't save someone with your front foot."

"Hehe, Miss Bodhisattva heart."

An Zhinan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a calm tone, "I just want to do good deeds for my family."

If there is no An Yanshu and Weixin this time and there is only myself, then it is nothing to save, after all, seeing people dressed in extraordinary clothes, many friends have many ways, but right now the safety of the eldest brother and sisters cannot be neglected.

The two dragged the man into the carriage, and after briefly explaining to An Yanshu and the others, An Zhinan returned to the original place, cleaned up the surrounding traces, and then boarded the carriage and set off for the temple.

On the carriage, Wei Xin looked at the man's eyes with a flash of unbearable, and then set his eyes on An Yanshu, his eyes gradually became firm.

"Nannan, let's leave this man in the temple. I've encountered too many troubles this day. I'm afraid there will be accidents."

An Zhinan looked at Wei Xin reassuringly, nodded and said, "That's what I planned too, but I still feel a bit uneasy. Let's try our best to hurry along this way, but Uncle Feng will have to work hard."

"Uh-huh."

After two quarters of an hour, the kung fu carriage stopped safely in front of the temple. An Yanshu's arm was aching and he didn't try his best. An Zhinan and Uncle Feng helped the man into the temple.

"Amitabha, the benefactors are well."

An Zhinan nodded to the little novice monk: "Well, little master, is there any free room in the temple right now? My friend is not in good health and needs an empty room to rest."

As early as when several people came, the little novice noticed the unconscious person, and hurriedly nodded and waited for the person to walk into the temple, and finally stopped in front of a house, and said while bowing: "I think this benefactor is not looking well, So I arrange to live in this cleaner room, and the monk has to go and tell the host that water and firewood are available in the house, so you can do whatever you want, and the monk will come back later."

"Thank you little master, let's go slowly, little master."

After seeing off the little novice, the others quickly walked into the room and put the man in black on the bed.

An Zhinan watched the man's waist soaked, opened the medicine box, took out a pair of scissors, and cut off the clothes on the waist, the wound was clearly exposed to the eyes of several people.

Wei Xin covered his mouth with both hands and whispered, "Why is there such a wound?"

An Zhinan was also startled, he didn't expect the wound to be so long, and the wound was already black, probably frozen by the snow.

Looking at the hideous wound, An Zhinan pursed his lips, turned to Uncle Feng and said, "Uncle Feng, there should be a master who knows medicine in the temple, right?"

"There will definitely be. Temples generally don't have shops in front of the village and behind the village. There will definitely be medical skills in the temple."

"Then please ask Uncle Feng to ask the little master. I can handle simple wounds. His wound really needs stitches."

"What? Stitching? Oh, I'll go right away," Uncle Feng hurried out to look for the little master.

An Zhinan turned his back to An Yanshu and Wei Xin, and pretended to take out a bottle of ordinary wound medicine from the medicine box, but actually took out some spring water from the space, wet the handkerchief and gently wiped the blood around the man's wound, and then After taking a look at the pale man, he walked to An Yanshu's side.

(End of this chapter)