flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Although the lethality of this gas bag is not as strong as that of bombs, in ancient times when cold weapons were king, it can be regarded as a simple version of bombs with great lethality.

Qin Min's heart couldn't help feeling a little hot.

I have to find some time to make some ignition wires and stick them on the gas bag.

Without the ignition wire, the gas bag would detonate immediately, and she might be the one who burned by then.

However, even if it is not made into a bomb, the natural gas is still very useful.

Just find a relatively long medical air pipe, insert it into the air bag, and draw out the natural gas, and you can cook and cook without cutting wood.

Before Qin Min had time to be happy, he felt his heart throbbing, and the nausea caused by suffocation rushed back to his throat.

This state of fatigue and nausea may take a day or two before it returns to its original state.

Fu Minglai didn't look at Qin Min, but lowered his head to look at her basket. Just those few herbs, they looked the same as when he left.

"Why did it take you a long time to make such a small amount?"

He saw a few herbs in her basket that he hadn't picked before, "Are you looking for these strange-looking herbs? When I came here just now, let's see how many more there are."

Qin Min suppressed the nausea in his chest, and said slowly: "No, these herbs are enough, I'd better go back to the cave."

Her limbs were still weak, but she barely regained some strength. Now she walked a few steps, her head began to feel dizzy again, and her chest was also churning and faintly nauseous.

In her current state, it would be great if she could insist on walking back to the cave where she was stationed. Where can she pick herbs everywhere.

Fu Ming saw that she really didn't want to pick herbs anymore, so he said, "Then go back."

Qin Min followed behind him. He didn't pay attention to the mud puddle under his feet. He stepped on the ground and rushed forward, slamming into Fu Minglai's back.

Qin Min was dizzy at first, but he was hit dizzy by the back that was as hard as a rock.

Fu Minglai was about to turn around when the clothes on his back were suddenly grabbed, only soft voices could be heard behind him.

Qin Min gritted his teeth, "Don't move, just stand like this."

I feel like I'm going to spit it out again.

She leaned her forehead against her strong back, trying to relieve the severe nausea in her chest.

Fu Minglai stood motionless on the spot, looking at the large saline-alkali land in front of him, with a calm expression and no words.

After a while, Qin Min slowly loosened his clothes, took a step back, and said slowly, "Okay, let's go back to the cave."

Fu Minglai turned around and glanced at her, then stretched out his hand towards her.

Qin Min looked at his palm with doubts on his face.

Fu Minglai looked at the somewhat haggard and gloomy little face, and said softly, "I'll take you back."

Qin Min thought about his physical condition, and put his hand on his palm.

Fu Minglai picked up Qin Min in one hand, her rattan basket in the other, and his own rattan basket on his back, and went back to the cave where he was stationed.

Fu Ming came to the cave and bent down to put Qin Min on the bed, but she grabbed her clothes tightly and stuck to her body.

Qin Min held him tightly, afraid that he would touch the bed, and quickly said: "Put me beside the bed, I want to change clothes."

She is covered in mud, how can she lie on the bed, or on someone else's precious animal skin,

Fu Minglai put her next to the bed, turned around and walked out of the cave.

Qin Min was relieved that he didn't dirty the flat animal skin.

She found out the clothes she had brought, lifted her heavy limbs, put on the clothes and fell down on Fu Minglai's bed, not wanting to move at all.

Fu Ming came back to the cave, found a water bag and handed it to her, watched her drink it, and then said slowly, "Is it better?"

Qin Min nodded.

Seeing her recovering, Fu Ming asked softly, "Did you fall hard? How did you become so weak that you can't even walk?"

Qin Min sat on the animal skin, his expression moved slightly, "Uh...I..."

Fu Minglai glanced at her feet inadvertently, and frowned slightly, "Why are your feet so red?"

Qin Min thought for a while, "Maybe it's because I've walked too much in the past few days, and even climbed the Salt Mountain."

The touch of the salt mountain and the saline-alkali land is like a cobblestone road, even harder than the cobblestone.

She thought about the rock salt and medicinal herbs, and walked for most of the day wearing the thin straw sandals.

As a result, not to mention the pain, the soles of the feet were still very congested, red and completely different from the fair calf.

Fu Minglai frowned, the little lady's feet were still tender compared to theirs, and she might not be able to walk tomorrow if she was so red.

"Does it hurt?"

Qin Min looked at them in surprise, "Aren't you in pain?"

"We're used to walking."

Fu Ming came to think about it, "Could it be because of the pain in my feet that I can't walk and keep falling down?"

Qin Min was startled when he heard the words, and nodded immediately.

Since he helped her justify herself, she didn't bother to explain anything.

Fu Minglai was silent for a while, and said calmly and quietly: "Do you need me to press your feet for you?"

After all, he had learned the art of massage from her, and he knew where to press to quickly disperse blood and reduce swelling, which could help her relieve pain.

Qin Min shook his head, "No need, the swelling will subside after a while."

Fu Minglai looked at the soles of the feet that were so red that they were about to bleed, "I don't think so."

Qin Min looked at the soles of her feet. Although she didn't take a picture, if she didn't relax her feet, she might have fasciitis.

"Then please press it for me."

Fu Minglai sat on the side of the bed, put those little feet in his arms, and gently pressed her feet according to the acupuncture points Qin Min taught.

Those feet were only as long as his palms, and they looked small, but they insisted on following them for so many walks.

The soft soles of the feet were inadvertently scratched by the thick calluses on his fingers, and for a moment, it was like being scratched by soft and sharp feather roots.

Qin Min's heart trembled, and his toes curled up unconsciously.

Suddenly I feel a little bad.

Today, the soles of my feet are more sensitive than usual, and the reaction is particularly severe when I touch them.

She said stiffly: "Why don't you forget it, I think it will be fine soon."

Fu Minglai was a little puzzled, "Am I uncomfortable?"

Qin Min watched him look like a student looking for knowledge, swallowed, and said honestly: "The force...the force is too light, like scratching an itch."

Fu Minglai understood.

He pressed the Zhaohai acupoint on the inner side of her foot with his fingers, increasing his strength.

The little feet in his hands tensed up suddenly, and soon there was a muffled hum of patience and coquettishness.

"It's too heavy, it hurts."

Fu Minglai adjusted the pressure several times, but he couldn't press it well. He was confused, "...Do you want me to be lighter or more important?"

Qin Min just wanted to retract his feet, and smiled dryly, "I want you to stop pressing, is that okay?"

From mild itching to severe pain, she realized that her feet were an entire sensitive area that no one else could touch.

Fu Minglai clasped the slender ankle, not letting her take it back, and said in a deep voice, "Then let me slow down a bit, and you relax a bit."