A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

A faint fragrance of medicine permeates the room on the four walls of the disciples.

There was still a small amount of medicine residue left in the empty can.

But in the old terracotta medicine storage tank next to it, there is not even half a medicine leaf left.

In the bedroom, the old grandmother, who was paralyzed on the bed, fell asleep with a rare comfort on her face.

In the next room, the mottled walls and the cobweb-covered ceiling of the room, like the old man, all testify to the vicissitudes of time experienced here.

The old man sat at the square table that had fallen out of paint, and the melancholy on his face couldn't be removed.

In the next room, the old woman's painful whimper suddenly came.

The old man got up anxiously and walked into the room.

It was found that the old woman was awake.

"囡囡." He stepped forward and took his wife's hand.

Two pairs of dead branches held hands tightly.

His wife’s face was full of sweat, and her expression was full of pain.

The old man put his wife's hand to his mouth guiltily and kissed hard.

But this does not alleviate the severe cancer pain.

"Drink some more." The old man handed the half bowl of concoction left at the head of the bed to her, feeding his wife a drink.

The narcotic medicinal soup was in the abdomen, and the expression on his wife's face eased a little.

The wife's eyes were blurred again, and as the medicine took effect, she would immediately fall asleep again.

"Nanny, marry me, it makes you suffer."

The wife smiled and did not speak.

Cancer pain made her unable to say even a word.

But the eyes have already given the answer.

Instead, the old woman closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Go back to the hall and sit down again.

I don't know how many times the tea in the pot has been brewed, and it is clear that I can't taste the slightest taste.

The old man took a sip and scanned the surrounding walls.

At home, there are no more things that can be sold.

In the whole room, there is only this worthless table, the worthless drinking glass with a broken corner, and the closet in the corner that can only hold a dozen pieces of clothes.

His wife has cancer.

The cancer pain caused by advanced cancer afflicted her every minute.

The medicinal soup that was fed to her just now is nothing but an analgesic herb prescribed by a barefoot doctor. Apart from analgesia, it will not have any therapeutic effect on the condition, and the side effects are obvious, which will keep the patient drowsy.

But even with such cheap Medicinal herbs, old people can't afford it now.

There is a trace of sadness in the old man's eyes, but more stubborn.

The firewood I just chopped has also been sold out. I have sold 10 copper coins and there are 5 copper coins in his hand.

One course of medicine, one week's worth, costs 50 copper coins.

Sell ​​the remaining six vegetables in the garden, right?

No, the old lady hasn't eaten good for a long time, no matter what, she will cook a delicious meal for her tomorrow, and the rice tank is already empty.

The old man subconsciously touched his broken knee.

If you didn't challenge the foreigner and broke your knee, maybe...no, where can I go to earn 35 copper coins all night?

The old man did not regret his challenge to the foreigner with white hair and heterochromatic pupils.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

Look at this country, what is it like being made by foreigners?

The children have become ignorant and greedy for pleasure.

No one respects our veterans.

Those foreigners are obviously targeting our Tianshan regime.

Why, don't Jianren and Jianhuo expel foreigners quickly? Are they all blind?

The old man sighed helplessly.

It seems that I regret why I am so old, facing the poison of my country, but I can do nothing.

Even the wife who has been with him for life...

A drop of turbid tears fell from the corner of the old man's eyes.

But he quickly wiped it away and sorted out his emotions.

His eyes returned to stubbornness.

After thinking for a while, he raised his head as if he had made a decision.

The old man got up, limped to the shabby closet, and took out a neat dress from it.

When he saw this dress, Zheng Qian in invisibility couldn't help but frown.

It was an old but neat old Tianshan military uniform.

The old man took it out with both hands respectfully, and put the military uniform on the table carefully like a devout believer.

On the left chest of this uniform, there are more than a dozen various medals.

The old man tremblingly stretched out his hand, took off the military badges one by one, and took out the only white cloth in the family, and placed these military badges neatly in it.

Because the old man is too old, his expression doesn't change much.

But Zheng Qian clearly saw that his spirit was shaken as never before.

Even in the face of an invincible opponent like himself, kicking Own's knee to pieces, this old man never showed such an expression.

The next day.

At the top rental booth at the gate of the city, an old man came.

The old man spent 3 copper coins and rented a booth.

When he came to the booth, he took out the white cloth and put it on the ground, placing the military badges neatly.

A teenager who was about 15 or 16 years old, holding a military novel while walking, happened to pass by here and noticed the old man’s booth.

He glanced at the military badge on the ground, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Old man, how do you sell this?" The young man closed the novel and knocked on one of the army badges with the corner of the book.

The old man raised his cloudy eyes and said quietly, "Five copper coins each."

The boy boldly took out twelve copper coins: "I will buy three, which is cheaper."

The old man's lips trembled.

He thought of his wife who was still in the hospital bed.

Nodded helplessly.

He personally picked up three military badges and held them with both hands.

The thumb swept across its surface for the last time, and after sweeping the dust off the three military badges for the last time, it was handed to the teenager like a farewell.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The boy grabbed the medal, took a picture of twelve copper coins, turned around and left.

The old man watched the boy go away.

He saw with his own eyes that the boy tore off the brocade on a military badge and put it on his own belt as an ornament.

The other two medals were put into the pocket at will.

The old man stared for a long time, until he had disappeared from the corner of the street, and he stared for a long time before he looked away.

Two hours later, the old man took the white cloth and left the booth.

All 12 military medals have been sold out.

A total of 51 copper coins were sold.

Looking at the old man's limping back, Zheng Qian no longer wants to follow him at this moment.

Just watched his back in silence.

Not everyone is a strong like Zheng Qian.

Even if he has been a soldier for a lifetime, this old man is still not a strong one, just an ordinary Practitioner who refines his skills to the utmost.

Being a soldier for a lifetime, the honor earned by his life, in the end, he only sold 51 copper coins to buy toys for those young and naive little ghosts.

After staying in place for a long time, his fists were slightly squeezed, Zheng Qian turned around and walked towards Zhujian Pavilion as if he had made up his mind.

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