Infrastructure: I survive in troubled times

Chapter 77 Removing the stitches (two more)
"Shh..." Hong Wangyue climbed out of the shack, and suddenly Lingling's big eyes looked at Cui Ming's index finger and said, "Mother is sleeping, keep your voice down."

"Little son, the fish cakes are ready." Cui Ming bowed and looked at him.

"Mother said before going to bed that no one should disturb her, she will wake up when she is full." Hong Wangyue looked at her with big watery eyes and said.

"Then don't eat this fish cake?" Cui Ming asked in a low voice.

"Don't eat." Hong Wangyue shook his head slightly.

"What about you! Let's go have dinner." Cui Ming stretched out his hand and pulled him.

"No, I have to wait for my mother, and I'm not hungry yet." Hong Wangyue said, looking at her with clear eyes like black grapes.

"Really not?" Cui Ming said, looking at him without blinking.

"Don't go, I'm going to guard my mother." Hong Wangyue looked at her firmly and said.

"Okay then! When Madam Hong wakes up, you can go together." Cui Ming had no choice but to give up! "I'm leaving." The words fell and Fu turned around and left.

Hong Wangyue got into the shack again and sat cross-legged beside Hong Lianshuo.

Chen Zhongyuan looked at the empty space behind Cui Ming, who had left and returned, "Where are the people?"

"Miss Hong is still sleeping, don't let anyone disturb you." Cui Ming sat cross-legged on the straw mat and looked at him.

"Miss Hong is so tired that she has never slept properly." Chen Zhongyuan looked at her understandingly and said, "Just let her sleep a little longer." Turning over the fish cake, he said. "Isn't this little boy hungry? Why didn't he come."

"We have to wait for Madam Hong to wake up." Cui Ming said softly.

"Oops! I feel sorry for Mrs. Hong." Sixi laughed.

"Don't worry, let Mrs. Hong rest for a while, wake up, and then bake the fish cakes." Jiang Shuisheng looked at them with calm eyes and said.

"That's no wait, let's eat first." Chen Zhongyuan decided.

After eating the fish cake, the sun has not yet set, continue training, holding the knife to practice swinging the knife.

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It was completely dark, and Hong Lianshuo woke up leisurely, stretched, and slept very comfortably.

Hong Lianshuo opened his eyes and saw Hong Wangyue who was sitting beside him by the faint light of the bonfire, "You have been sitting."

"Yeah! Mother still tired?" Hong Wangyue grabbed the hand she put down and asked.

"I'm not tired anymore." Hong Lianshuo sat up and pulled his son out of the shack. He looked up at the stars through the dense leaves and said, "It's so late." He looked down at his son and said, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry." Hong Wangyue said honestly and obediently.

"Let's go! Let's find something to eat." Hong Lianshuo looked at him with a gentle smile and said with bright eyes.

"Miss Hong is awake." Four Xi said, looking at Hong Lianshuo who was approaching from a distance.

"I'm sorry, I got up a little late." Hong Lianshuo said apologetically, looking at him with beautiful eyes.

"Yes, yes! Mrs. Hong is too tired these days." Sixi laughed silly, "Sit by the bonfire and we will catch fish for you!"

"I'll do it myself." Hong Lianshuo said immediately after hearing the words.

"How can you do it yourself? We will do these little things. Besides, after training these days, our skill in peeling fish is getting longer." Sixi smiled and said, "Just sit and rest!"

"Okay then!" Hong Lianshuo pulled his son to sit on the straw mat and turned to look at Jiang Shuisheng who was wielding the knife, "Hey! Jiang Shuisheng, is your hand ready? How dare you swing the knife."

"I was injured on my left arm, it doesn't affect my sword swing." Jiang Shuisheng raised his sword and smiled.

"Come here, I'll take a look at your injury." Hong Lianshuo waved at him.

Jiang Shuisheng strode over with the knife in hand, crouched in front of Hong Lianshuo, stretched out his left hand and said, "Look, I look pretty good, no festering, no festering, not even red. The wound is itchy, just trying to scratch."

"Don't scratch it, scratch it again!" Hong Lianshuo supported his arm and observed carefully, "The healing is very good."

"I couldn't help it, I didn't dare to scratch it." Jiang Shuisheng smiled stupidly.

"I think the healing is good, let's remove the stitches for you!" Hong Lianshuo looked at him gently and said.

As soon as these words fell, the smile on Jiang Shuisheng's face disappeared cleanly, and his body became tense.

"Sit down, sit down, don't be so nervous." Hong Lianshuo raised his head and waved down.

"Hey!" Hearing that, Jiang Shuisheng pulled a straw mat and sat cross-legged on it.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." Hong Lianshuo looked at the nervous him funny and said, "Relax."

"I'm relaxing." Jiang Shuisheng whispered to convince himself.

Hong Lianshuo took out the machete he was wearing around his waist, and the sharp tip of the blade approached Jiang Shuisheng with a gleaming cold light.

Jiang Shuisheng closed his eyes subconsciously, his outstretched arm still trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Hong Lianshuo quickened his speed, and when Jiang Shuisheng did not fully let go of his wailing, he quickly finished removing the wire, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt that much." Jiang Shuisheng opened his eyes and looked at his arm as if a big caterpillar was lying on it. He took a closer look, "There's really no thread left."

"I've already said that it doesn't hurt anymore." Hong Lianshuo said with a funny look at him who was making a fuss.

"Don't you know? Next time, I will definitely not be afraid next time." Jiang Shuisheng looked at his arm, then looked at Hong Lianshuo and said stupidly.

"I don't want you to have another time, do you still want to get hurt?" Hong Lianshuo looked at him angrily and said.

"Uh..." Jiang Shuisheng was stunned for a moment, and then said smartly, "I told them it doesn't hurt, don't be afraid!"

"Hehe..." Hong Lianshuo looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, the wound is not completely healed, don't let it get wet, don't use force, or it will burst. Continue to paste the wound with dandelion."

"Yes!" Jiang Shuisheng stood up and bowed his hands, "Thank you Mrs. Hong."

"Okay, go see them, who should remove the stitches and call them over." Hong Lianshuo looked at him with eyes like glazed beads.

"Hey! I'll go now." Jiang Shuisheng turned and left happily.

Those who can remove the stitches have been removed, and some of the wounds are not long enough.

After eating the grilled fish cake, Han Jihu came over and sat on the straw mat, spinning a straw fan in his hand.

Hong Lianshuo curiously looked at the fan in his hand without blinking.

Han Jihu followed her line of sight and said, "It's called instant noodles, a bamboo fan." He smiled and said, "Under the shade of a tree, a fan of mosquitoes."

"Oh!" Hearing the words, Hong Lianshuo looked at him with jade-like eyes and smiled, "Too delicate." Especially a big man holding a small fan with a slap.

"Uh..." Han Yanhu looked at the fan in his hand, how to answer this.

(End of this chapter)