Cross the ancient times with golden fingers to farm and raise cubs

Chapter 190 Banquet Three
Yu Xiaoxiao looked away, added a piece of firewood to the fire, and was a little idle.

She is also a person who can't sit still. After sitting for a while, she stood up and went to get a basket and planned to go into the woods to have a look, pick some wild vegetables or hunt a pheasant and hare.

She informed Zhiye and went into the forest.

Zhiye, who was left to watch things, had nothing to do, so he chatted with the wounded when he was bored.

"Hey, what's your name? What should I call you?"

The man who was applying medicine to the last spot turned his head and looked over, making sure he was talking to himself, and said, "My surname is Yan, you can call me Yan San."

Zhiye can naturally hear the meaning behind this person's words, and without asking questions, they exchange names: "Yan San, you can call me Zhiye, the one just now is my grandma, you can just call her Grandma Xiao. "

"okay, I get it."

Yan San nodded to show that he understood, and continued to apply medicine to his wound.

Finally he finished his work, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Looking down at the wet clothes on his body, he pursed his lips and said to Zhiye: "Young Master Ye, I wonder if I can borrow the next set of clothes?"

When Zhiye heard what he said, his eyes fell on his still wet clothes, he smiled awkwardly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I forgot to find you a change of clothes, but the clothes I have here They're all worn, don't mind."

Yan San nodded to express his understanding. After all, he was still in the wilderness when he was away from home. It would be good to have clothes to borrow, so he would not be given the qualification to pick and choose.

Seeing that the person didn't mind, Zhiye got up to get the clothes.

He didn't give any close-fitting clothes, even men wouldn't use other people's close-fitting clothes.

Yan San took the clothes and said "thank you" again, and then asked unnaturally: "I wonder if you can ask Mr. Ye to look at it for me?"

Zhiye nodded, turned his back to him very politely, and helped him out by the way, so as not to be embarrassed.

Yan San quickly took off his clothes, wrung out the close-fitting clothes, put them on again, and then put Zhiye's clothes on the outside.

"Okay, please trouble Mr. Ye."

Zhiye waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, Yan San, you can sit here and bake."

"it is good."

The two sat together, watching the fire and fell silent for a while.

It was rare for Zhiye to see someone, so he couldn't help being talkative, and wanted to chat with someone, so as to relieve boredom.

"Yan San, can you tell me how you were injured? If it's inconvenient, then forget it."

Yan San shook his head with a smile and said: "It's not inconvenient. I just went out with my friends. Unfortunately, I met a bandit. I was hacked a few times by the bandit. I survived, but the wound was bleeding all the time, which caused some pain. Dizzy, slipped and fell into the water, accidentally bumped his head, and then passed out and was washed down by the water."

Speaking of this, Yan San paused for a while, and thanked Zhiye with his fists together: "I would also like to thank you for saving my life. Now that I am still injured, I am afraid I will trouble you for a long time. When I get home, I will definitely pay you a lot of money." grateful."

Zhiye didn't care and said: "That's not necessary, saving you is just a matter of course, and I don't expect you to repay anything."

Yan San boasted: "You and Grandma Xiao are really good people."

"Overrated."

Having said that, the two fell into a situation where they had nothing to say.

Zhiye didn't know what topic to find to continue the conversation, but Yan San was distracted, he survived, wondering what happened to his friends now?

Thinking that someone might have been killed by them, he felt a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't wait to go home to ask for help, but he also knew that with his current situation, he couldn't go back at all, and even he was still the oil bottle of the savior. Face demands this, demands that.

Zhiye sat with the man in silence for a while, and noticed Yan San's changing face from the corner of his eye, and could not help guessing that this man might have just asked him how he was injured, reminding him of his friends who had suffered the same disaster , Now he was probably worried in his heart, he hesitated for a while and decided to comfort him.

"Yan San, don't worry too much. Auspicious people have their own nature. You can be rescued from such a serious injury. I think your friends will be as lucky as you."

Yan San forced a smile, but didn't reply, he was lucky to be rescued, who can say whether other people also have this luck.

However, the savior had already spoken to comfort him, so it was not good for him to put on a dejected face, trying to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and adjust his mood.

After all, he was seriously injured. Although he took medicine and took medicine, but now that his body is slowly warming up, he is a little mentally weak, and his eyelids seem to be fighting up and down.

Zhiye had been looking at him from the corner of his eye the whole time, seeing that he was so sleepy, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't fall asleep, wait until I tie up the hammock, and you can lie on it and rest for a while, Today we plan to rest here and not leave, you can rest assured."

"Okay, please trouble Mr. Ye."

"No problem."

Zhiye got up to tie the hammock, Yan San secretly pinched himself so that he would not fall asleep, and moved to the fire again. Although the clothes inside had been wrung out by him, it was still a little uncomfortable to wear. It was very uncomfortable to stick to the wet body.

He was too close, and his whole body was sweating a little. If someone looked at him at this time, he would find that his whole body was smoking, which was a little funny.

As soon as Zhiye finished tying the hammock, when he turned his head, he saw Yan San, who was very close to the fire and was steaming all over his body. He thought what was going on, and ran over in a few steps, watching the steam rising from his clothes, The worry in my heart was replaced by a smile, and I couldn't help laughing for a while.

Looking at his little head, just as he was about to speak, he saw that Yan San was about to fall into the fire without any warning, and he pressed his shoulders reflexively: "Be careful."

Yan San was also taken aback by himself, he became sober, his face turned pale from fear, he raised his head and looked at Zhiye gratefully with a trembling voice: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your rescue, and I owe Mr. Ye another life." .”

His already pale face was even paler now, and his feeble smile made him look even more haggard.

Zhiye held his shoulders and didn't let go. He was really afraid that if he let go, something unexpected would happen to him.

"Yan San, don't be too polite. You'd better go lie down and sleep for a while. You look so frightened. Do you want me to help you up?"

Yan San shook his head, and sincerely apologized again: "I was too sleepy just now, and I still have the strength to stand up, which made you worry."

As he spoke, he propped up his legs and stood up slowly. Maybe it was because he had been squatting for a long time. When he stood up, his feet still felt a little numb, but it was still within a tolerable range.

"Okay, you go and lie down there."

Zhiye pointed to Yansan where the hammock was, and signaled him to go there by himself.

Yan San thanked him again, and Zhiye nodded to express his acceptance, urging him to hurry over to rest.

(End of this chapter)