A million ways to survive in the dungeon

The room with four walls is filled with a faint scent of medicine.

There was still a small amount of medicinal residue left in the empty can that was poured aside.

But in the old terracotta medicine storage jar next to it, not even half of the medicine leaves were left.

In the bedroom, the old lady who was paralyzed on the bed was sleeping innocently, with a rare sense of comfort on her face.

In the next room, the mottled walls and cobweb-covered ceiling all bear witness to the vicissitudes of time that this place has experienced, just like the old man.

The old man was sitting at the square table with all the paint peeling off, and the melancholy on his face was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.

From the next room, the old woman's painful whimpering suddenly came.

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

I found that the old woman had woken up.

"Nanny." He stepped forward and held his wife's hand.

Two pairs of hands like dead branches grasped tightly.

The wife's face was covered in sweat, and her expression was full of pain.

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

But this does not relieve severe cancer pain.

"Drink some more." The old man handed her the remaining half bowl of concoction on the bedside and fed her to drink.

After the anesthetic decoction entered her stomach, the expression on my wife's face relaxed a little.

My wife's eyes looked blurry again, and as the medicine took effect, she would fall asleep again.

"Nanny, marry me and make you suffer."

The wife smiled and said nothing.

The cancer pain left her unable to speak even a single word.

But the eyes already gave the answer.

Then, the old woman closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Return to the hall and sit down again.

The tea leaves in the pot have been brewed countless times, and they are so clear that there is no taste at all.

The old man took a sip and glanced around at the surrounding walls.

There is nothing left to sell at home.

In the whole room, there was only this worthless table, a worthless water glass with a corner broken, and the wardrobe in the corner that could only hold a dozen pieces of clothes.

My wife has cancer.

The cancer pain caused by late-stage cancer tortured her every minute.

The medicinal soup she was fed just now was just an analgesic herbal medicine prescribed by a barefoot doctor. Apart from analgesic, it would not have any therapeutic effect on the condition, and the side effects were obvious, making the patient sleepy all the time.

But even this cheap medicinal herb is no longer affordable for the elderly.

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

The newly chopped firewood has also been sold out. I sold it for 10 copper coins, and I still have 5 copper coins on hand.

A course of medicine, for one week, costs 50 copper coins.

Sell ​​the remaining six vegetables in the garden?

No, the old woman hasn't had a good meal for a long time. No matter what, I will cook a delicious meal for her tomorrow, and the rice vat is already empty.

The old man subconsciously touched his broken knee.

If I hadn't challenged that foreigner and broken my knee, maybe... No, where could I earn 35 copper coins a night?

The old man did not regret challenging the foreigner with white hair and heterochromatic eyes.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

Look at what this country has been made into by foreigners?

The children have become uneducated and greedy for pleasure.

It doesn’t matter if no one respects us veterans.

Those foreigners are obviously targeting our Tianshan regime.

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

The old man sighed helplessly.

It seems like he regrets why he is so old and unable to do anything when his family and country are being poisoned.

Even his wife, who has been with him all his life...

A tear fell from the corner of the old man's eye.

But he quickly wiped it off and collected himself.

His eyes returned to stubbornness.

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

The old man stood up, limped towards the shabby wardrobe, and took out a neat piece of clothing.

The moment he saw this piece of clothing, Zheng Qian, who was hiding, couldn't help but frown.

It was an old, but neat and straight old Tianshan military uniform.

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

There are more than a dozen various medals pinned to the left chest of this military uniform.

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, took off the military medals one by one, took out the only piece of white cloth in the house, and placed the military medals neatly in it.

Because the old man is too old, his expression does not change much.

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

Even when facing an invincible opponent like himself, who kicked his own knee to pieces, the old man had never shown such an expression.

The next day.

An old man came to the top rental stall at the city gate.

The old man spent 3 copper coins to rent a stall.

When he came to the stall, he took out the white cloth, placed it on the ground, and arranged the military medals inside neatly one by one.

A boy about fifteen or sixteen years old was walking and reading a military novel. He happened to pass by and noticed the old man's stall.

He glanced at the military medals 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 tapped one of the military medals with the corner of the book.

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

The young man generously took out twelve copper coins: "I'll buy three, it's cheaper."

The old man's lips trembled.

He thought of his wife who was still in the hospital bed. The medicine could only last for another three or four hours at most.

He nodded helplessly.

He personally picked up three military medals and held them in both hands.

His thumb swept over its surface for the last time, and after sweeping away the dust for the three military medals, he handed them to the young man as if saying goodbye.

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

The young man grabbed the military medal, took down twelve copper coins, turned around and left.

The old man watched the young man go away.

He saw with his own eyes that the young man tore off the brocade cloth from a military medal and put it on his belt as a decoration.

The other two medals were casually put into his pocket.

The old man stared at him for a long time, until he had disappeared around the corner of the street, and he stared for a long time before looking away.

Two hours later, the old man left the stall holding a white cloth.

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 wanted to follow him.

Just looked at his back silently.

Not everyone is as strong as Zheng Qian.

Even after serving as a soldier all his life, this old man is still not a strong man, he is just an ordinary warrior who has perfected his skills.

After being a soldier all his life, the honor he had earned with his life was only sold for 51 copper coins, and was bought as a toy by those young and ignorant brats.

After staying in place for a long time, Zheng Qian clenched his fists slightly, and as if he had made some kind of determination, he turned around and walked in the direction of the Sword Casting Pavilion.

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