Gourmet Farm: Your Highness, I can't get enough to feed

Chapter 22

Seeing Yun Buhuan like this, Zhao Xiaomiao was startled, and quickly asked, "Yun Buhuan, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Buhuan curled up into a ball, preventing Zhao Xiaomiao from seeing his pain, "I'm hurt!"

"Wound?" Zhao Xiaomiao thought that when he saw him, he was injured. Did he get involved in the wound when he attacked the wild boar just now?
"I'm sorry, I'm too greedy, otherwise you wouldn't..."

"Go around and see if there are any young leaves, stop the bleeding for me!"

Hearing what Yun Buhuan said, Zhao Xiaomiao hurriedly searched nearby with Xiao Ai in his arms. Seeing the entwined vines not far away, she quickly picked some young leaves and walked towards Yun Buhuan.

"Is this okay?"

Yun Buhuan looked at the handful of vine leaves that Zhao Xiaomiao was holding, and hurriedly picked up a stone beside him and smashed it with a hammer.

"That... where is your wound?"

Zhao Xiaomiao asked, Yun Buhuan froze and looked up at Zhao Xiaomiao, "Do you want to apply the medicine for me?"

Zhao Xiaomiao looked at him with such strange eyes, where is the wound?

"Where is your wound?"

"Chest!"

Zhao Xiaomiao's expression froze, chest?This ancient man was very concerned about these things. If he applied the medicine for him, what would he do if he relied on her?
"Can you take the medicine yourself?"

Yun Buhuan nodded, "I used to apply the medicine myself."

Hearing his words, Zhao Xiaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, then you apply the medicine yourself, and I'll wait for you by the side!"

Yun Buhuan watched as Zhao Xiaomiao went to the wild boar, unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her white chest, which was bloody and bloody. Yun Buhuan pressed the medicine on her chest without frowning.

Zhao Xiaomiao looked at the killed wild boar, the sickle just cut across the wild boar's neck, no wonder the wild boar died, but this technique was really accurate enough.

"Yun Buhuan, have you done it yet?"

Zhao Xiaomiao asked without looking back, "Later, you help me hold Xiao Ai, and I will drag the wild boar down the mountain!"

Yun Buhuan tidied up his clothes and walked over to look at the wild boar, "It weighs at least one hundred fifty or sixty catties, can you carry it?"

Zhao Xiaomiao rolled his eyes at him, "Who said I carried it back, I will drag it back!"

How can her thin body carry it, but she can afford it!
Yun Buhuan watched as Zhao Xiaomiao cut down the vines with a sickle and began to weave them. After a while, a thick vine was made. Zhao Xiaomiao tied up the wild boar and dragged it. The shit was about to come out, but it was only moved. After a few steps, the wild boar didn't drag her back, she was going to die of exhaustion!

"Let me carry it down the mountain!"

Yun Buhuan looked at Zhao Xiaomiao, "I just finished dressing up, it's fine if we go down the mountain slowly!"

Zhao Xiaomiao looked at him, thinking that his wounds were open just now, and rejected him, "I will find a way myself!"

With such a big wild boar, even if she was exhausted, she would have to get it back. She was counting on this wild boar to stand up!

"What can you think of?"

Yun Buhuan looked at Zhao Xiaomiao, "Such a big wild boar, do you still want to drag it back?"

Zhao Xiaomiao looked around, looked at the thick vines, walked over and took a sickle to cut off the vines, made a circle from the vines, wrapped them with thinner vines, and started to make vine wheels, Yun Buhuan Looking at her swift weaving, I was a little surprised, but I didn't expect that she really had some tricks!
It took Zhao Xiaomiao more than an hour to finish the self-made cart with bleeding blisters on his hands. The four bowl-sized wheels are very hard because they have been wound many times, and the wooden sticks are like a cart.

[I don’t know if you guys have ever seen a vine car made of vines. Tutu’s father was an expert when he was a child, he was very good at weaving, and he was quite strong]

(End of this chapter)