Bind health system after exile

"What the lady said is true."

Yan Fu took a step forward. He was older and had a rich voice. Although he didn't speak often, his words had a convincing timbre when he spoke.

"While exploring the road yesterday, I saw smoke from a village in the northwest, so why not replenish some water there. The village is small, and it will be difficult for the enemy to find it for a while."

Yang Zhaoquan thought for a moment, nodded his chin, and agreed. He turned around without looking at Qin Shumei, took the package, and walked toward the northwest.

This golden thigh is good-looking and powerful, but its outlook is incorrect!

"Can Yanji's injury be cured if we go to the village?" According to common sense, the medical conditions in big cities will be better than in this small village.

"Madam, it's okay. I've had a weak skin since I was a child. This minor injury can be cured by applying some medicine."

Seeing Yang Zhaoquan walking away, Yanji hurriedly answered the conversation, his face flushed, and he didn't know whether it was from fever or embarrassment.

After getting along with each other for the past two days, the three of them all knew that Qin Shumei had no airs. Although she was the legitimate daughter of a high family, she took great care of them and was kind. She was almost like the girl next door.

"There's no way you can get hurt while working. You can't go see the doctor every time. The old people in the village know how to treat injuries, so they're better than a few of us."

Because he was talking to Qin Shumei, Yan Fu no longer had a sullen face, his expression softened involuntarily, and his tone was much softer.

Opening the system interface, Qin Shumei obediently added the sky-high price of the "Huangdi Neijing" to the shopping cart. As expected, medical skills are the most practical skills for time travel. The food is not delicious, but she can still survive to fill her stomach, but she suffers

He was seriously injured, but he couldn't survive for two days.

The road under your feet gradually becomes smoother and wider. Looking up, you will see green hills with shaded grass and trees, farmhouses dotted among them, a clear stream passing through the village, and neat cultivated fields scattered around the village, giving it a peaceful look.

Ignoring the blood blisters on her toes, her hungry belly and her unkempt appearance, Qin Shumei felt as if she was walking on the road to a farmhouse.

"Yanchang, do you think there are fish in this river?"

She hadn't seen meat for several days, and her eyes almost turned green after eating wild vegetables. At first, the pancake was quite delicious, with a little heat and a bit noisy, and when chewed in the mouth, it also had the sweet taste of wheat.

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But after leaving it for a few days, the noodles became hard and chewy, and with the help of the summer temperature, they gave off a stale smell. Every time Qin Shumei bit into it, she felt like she was eating.

Eat a flavorful brick.

Now that she was about to enter the village, she didn't want to eat the chickens, ducks, and pigs that had owners. She could still eat a fish that didn't have owners, right?

"Yes." Yanchang scratched his head. The lady's question was strange. There are no fish in the river, could there be big fat pigs?

"Brother Shachang, I really want to eat fish!"

Yanji laughed and poked Yanchang with the arm that he had taken. Most of the girls were thin-skinned and had no nerve to admit that they were only thinking about eating. Brother Yanchang didn't understand his daughter's thoughts very well.

Yanchang was not a fool. Hearing Yanji's explanation, he looked at Qin Shumei with a look of enlightenment.

Qin Shumei's purpose was exposed by Yanji, and she pouted a little embarrassedly. She rolled her eyes with a bit of annoyance.

"Yes, yes, I want to eat fish. Yanji, I think you have recovered from your injury and still have the energy to make jokes!"

"Madam, don't be angry, it's not healed yet. Hey, my arm hurts." Yanji saw that Qin Shumei was a little embarrassed and hurriedly put on the posture of a wounded soldier, shouting even more joyfully than when he was first injured.

"Come on, save your energy and stop yelling."

Seeing Yanji's white lips still making her happy, Qin Shumei felt funny and sad at the same time. She couldn't help but want to reach out and rub the child's head to express kindness and comfort.

Yang Zhaoquan heard the excitement and excitement behind him and couldn't help but look back to see what these people were doing.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Qin Shu's white and soft little hand resting on Yanji's thick, dark head, and his face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Several people turned their heads when they saw him, and quickly silenced what they should and stood where they should. It perfectly reproduced the scene of the primary school teacher entering the classroom.

Qin Shumei also felt his sharp eyes, and quickly withdrew her hands from Yanji's head, biting her lower lip unconsciously, and put both hands behind her back.

"When we enter the village soon, just tell us that we are fleeing from famine, and don't mention anything else."

"Yang Wu." Yang Zhaoquan pointed at himself with a cold face.

"Sister-in-law Qin." He pointed at Qin Shumei and put the emphasis on the word "sister-in-law." He did not look at her, but glanced at Yanji, Yanchang and Yanfu respectively. Seeing the three of them nodding frequently, he took it back.

look.

Although this village is only three or four days' walk from the capital, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, has a remote terrain, and is not an important transportation thoroughfare, so few outsiders visit.

When people in the fields saw four young men and a little girl coming, they all raised their heads and looked around. Some people even came up to the field ridge to chat with acquaintances.

As a serious city dweller, although Qin Shumei is diligent, she does not distinguish between grains and has infinite curiosity about the crops growing in the fields.

The yellow wheat ears in the field are growing happily, and the plump wheat grains glow with a golden dazzling light under the sunlight. They are not inferior to gold. Qin Shumei felt happy when she saw them and couldn't help but want to touch them with her hands.

As soon as she raised her hand to touch the wheat ears, Yang Zhaoquan held down his arm.

"Don't touch, these wheats are the life of farmers." He led Qin Shumei to the other side to prevent her from trying to touch the wheat ears again.

When they actually reached the entrance of the village, the people in the fields had already returned to the village to report the news, and there were people waiting for their group at the entrance of the village.

"What do you do?" The questioner was a strong middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows and a slight frown, looking at this group of suspicious people as if they were here to steal money.

"Brother, our village has encountered a disaster. We originally wanted to go to the city, but my little brother's arm was injured again. I am thirsty and hungry. I want to rest in your village. Is it convenient?"

Yang Zhaoquan couldn't speak to the common people, Yan Fu had a straight face all year round, and Yan Ji was young and injured. Letting Qin Shumei do the talking would make the four men look too cowardly. After all, Yanchang was the one to choose.

It is most appropriate to come forward and say this.

The middle-aged man repeatedly looked at several people from head to toe, almost treating himself as a human lie detector. However, these people looked more like refugees than refugees, and he could not find any flaws.

After two days of fighting in the wilderness, several people's coats were thrown into the road because they were in tatters and had lost their function. Even Qin Shumei, who was a girl, was only wearing clothes whose original color could not be seen.

Underwear, pitifully sandwiched between four older men.

Needless to say, their hair was messy and their faces were dirty. The worst thing was that these people's lips were chapped and bleeding. As the middle-aged man stood closer, he could even hear their stomachs beating with hunger.

Seeing these people, the middle-aged man felt his well-fed stomach and the comfortable and fit clean clothes on his feet, feeling that he was living a life like a fairy.

They do look like farmers who have been affected by the disaster, and they really don't look like those vicious money-grabbers.

With contrast, there is happiness, and with happiness, there is compassion. The middle-aged man waved his hand like a cattail leaf fan, and his expression became kind.

"You're so thirsty. It's so pitiful. Go to my house and let my mother-in-law get you a bowl of water."