Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 743

Qiongqi shook his head and replied: "I don't know either, I met him in the mountains, but he seems to have been seriously injured, and the smell of blood on his body is very strong. Originally, we planned to take advantage of the official mission to leave the mountains yesterday and sneak away , but he fainted, so I had no choice but to bring him back with me."

In fact, Qiongqi didn't want to take him with him at the time, but it thought that Si Qing seemed to like Xiao Yifeng's face very much, and in order to please his master, he carried him all the way back.

Unexpectedly, after hearing its answer, Si Qing said dissatisfiedly: "What a trouble! Don't bring other dangers to the village."

After thinking about it, Si Qing was a little worried, she had to go and see Xiao Yifeng, and if he was fine, get out of here.

After Xiao Yifeng was brought into Zhuangzi by the villagers, he was arranged to stay at Si Zhengping's house.

When Si Qing passed by, Mrs. He had just re-bandaged Xiao Yifeng's wound and was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

The people in the village don't understand medicine, and they only know some simple bandaging methods to treat wounds.

But Xiao Yifeng's wound was too deep, and the condition didn't look good, some places were even suppurated, and Mrs. He didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only ask Mrs. Zhao to boil wormwood water, scrub the area around the wound for him, and then Replaced with a clean cloth.

As for other treatments, she, a peasant woman, really doesn't understand.

When she came out of the house, she was a little worried: "Master, this child is seriously injured, he needs to be treated by a doctor."

Si Zhengping was in trouble with ten red fruits in his hand, and his aunt asked Si Shanhe to bring him a message, saying that he would distribute these ten small fruits to the villagers.

How is this divided?

It is not enough for the whole village to take one bite.

Hearing what the old woman said suddenly, he said angrily: "Where is the doctor, my aunt fainted and didn't call for a doctor."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and thought carefully about how to divide the ten vermilion fruits.

It just so happened that Si Xiaoshun ran back from the outside and saw the red fruit in Si Zhengping's hand at a glance, grabbed one with his hand, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

The sweet juice instantly filled the mouth.

Si Xiaoshun's eyes lit up instantly: "Grandfather, what kind of fruit is this? Isn't this too delicious? It's more juicy than wild pears, and it's fragrant and sweet. It's so delicious!"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and was about to stuff the remaining half into his mouth in one gulp.

Si Zhengping took back the remaining half of the vermilion fruit with quick hands, and glared at Si Xiaoshun heartbroken.

"You little bastard! This is what my aunt wants to distribute to the villagers! There were only ten of them, but now, you ate half of them. Why do you want me to explain to my aunt?"

After speaking, he raised his hand to beat him.

Si Xiaoshun was so frightened that he ran away, saying as he ran, "It's not enough for such a little thing. This is fruit, not caramel, and it can't be turned into water. Everyone has a sip. If I don't eat, everyone can't share. How can you blame me!"

When Si Zhengping heard his defense, he was so angry that he wanted to beat him up.

But after chasing and chasing, I suddenly had an idea, yes, this fruit is not enough for the villagers to share, but what if it is boiled into soup?
Everyone has a bite, isn't it all divided?

Immediately, Si Zhengping slapped his thigh excitedly, called He's and Zhao's Xiao He's, and gave them the fruit to crush and make soup.

I happily went to inform the villagers to come and drink soup.

When Si Qing came over, he happened to catch up with the villagers squatting at the door of Si Zhengping's wooden house, each of them holding a pottery bowl, sipping soup made from vermillion fruit.

That battle looked a little weird.

If it weren't for everyone's neat attire, others would think it was like a beggar gang having dinner.

(End of this chapter)