Escape from famine at the beginning: I use space to raise three cute babies

Xiang Jiuling didn't understand it, and there was no instruction manual in the space.

She sighed helplessly, and when she came to her senses again, she had already reached the cave where several children and the original husband were hiding.

The three milk babies looked at her with serious faces, as if they were ready to 'die heroically' at any time.

"There's no food left in it."

There was fear in Milkman's eyes. Every time he finished eating, the stepmother would lose his temper. Her hysterical appearance was really scary.

"Is your father inside?" Although he hadn't entered yet, Xiang Jiuling could already smell the vague smell of blood in the air.

"What?" Dabao was confused.

"I can treat your father's injuries." Xiang Jiuling glanced at them. Although she knew martial arts and had supplies, she was not familiar with the place after all. It was better to temporarily use the original owner's previous connections to understand this era, and then wait until she understood it.

Make other plans.

"Can you really cure daddy?" Dabao looked like he didn't believe it.

Faced with the child's doubts, Xiang Jiuling didn't care: "Believe it or not, Wen Xi is still in a coma, and you three little Doudings can't do anything. I admit that I was not good to you before, but now you can only rely on

I."

Dabao hesitated for a moment. Xiang Jiuling was right. The three of them were still children and couldn't do anything. As long as she could help them save their father, they were willing to believe it.

Walking into the cave, Xiang Jiuling found that Wen Xi's situation was worse than she imagined.

On Wen Xi's lower abdomen, a wound opened by a long knife was still oozing blood. There was a thin layer of sweat on Wen Xi's stern face. His facial features looked particularly heroic. Even if he was seriously injured at this moment, his temperament did not diminish. He looked like

He is a battle-scarred general who escaped from a costume drama.

The famine years are not easy to live in, and horse bandits are still going around the mountains to rob food.

Wen Xi practiced martial arts, and in order to protect several children, he was hit by a knife.

The whole village of Zhuge was dispersed by horse bandits, and several children tried their best to drag their father into this relatively hidden cave.

Xiang Jiuling stepped forward and stretched out his hand to open Wen Xi's wound. The wound penetrated three-thirds of the flesh. Although it looked scary, it was actually not serious. It was just the rainy season right now and the cave was very humid. The wound had not been treated.

Begins to become inflamed and discharge pus.

Touching Wen Xi's forehead, Xiang Jiuling found that he had a fever.

Although the number of times of retrieval is limited, if the inflammation is not eliminated, this man will definitely die.

"You three go get some water, make a fire to heat the water, and then put the knife on the fire to roast it." Xiang Jiuling directed the three children to act, although he didn't understand what Xiang Jiuling wanted to do.

, but the children still behaved obediently and started to act according to Xiang Jiuling's instructions.

After all the children had gone out, Xiang Jiuling's consciousness entered the space again. She only had the last two chances to pick up items. Among the dazzling array of products, she chose disinfectant alcohol and three kilograms of brown rice.

Wen Xi's wound was not deep, but it was inflamed. He could find substitutes for other things, but alcohol could not.

Xiang Jiuling put the brown rice into the rice bag carried by several people when they were fleeing the famine. When she lifted Wen Xi's clothes, a big hand with sharp bones suddenly grabbed her wrist with force: "What are you going to do!"

Xiang Jiuling looked at him in surprise, not expecting that this man could still wake up after being so seriously injured.

Seeing that Xiang Jiuling didn't answer, the man grabbed Xiang Jiuling's wrist harder, causing her to frown. She shook off Wen Xi's hand and approached him: "If you still want me to save you, then stop talking nonsense.

Lie still."

Wen Xi was startled. The daughter's house in front of him was very close to him. He could even feel Xiang Jiuling's breath swirling around his cheek. He had never seen such a 'domineering' side of her, which made Wen Xi

He took a breath, was this really the Xiang Jiuling he knew?

Wen Xi frowned: "Can you save people?"

"A dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor." Xiang Jiuling said nonchalantly, rubbing his sore wrist and looking into his eyes, he wished he could tear Wen Xi into pieces.

After hearing Xiang Jiuling's words, Wen Xi's already ugly face turned ugly. Seeing him like this, Xiang Jiuling felt happy.

"I don't care what you do, but don't do anything to the child!"

"You're the one who's warning me?" Xiang Jiuling lit a fire, sterilized the dagger, and walked towards Wen Xi, "Seeing as you're in such good spirits, I guess scraping your bones and healing your wounds will be a piece of cake for you soon."

dish?"

"I don't mind being a widow, but I think some of my children don't want to be orphans?"

It's not that Xiang Jiuling was deliberately seeking revenge.

The number of retrievals is limited. Today's Xiang Jiuling has been used up, and there is really no way to get another bottle of anesthetic.

Although Wen Xi looked cold, he was sensible and knew that his wound might change if it was not treated. The man tore off his clothes and showed his thin waist in front of Xiang Jiuling, removing the wound.

It's a little scary, but it's also very eye-catching.

Xiang Jiuling exhaled a breath: "Don't worry, I'll do it very quickly."

Wen Xi: "..."

Xiang Jiuling put away her playful attitude and carefully shaved off the rotten flesh near the wound with a dagger.

Wen Xi bit the hem of his clothes, enduring the pain of being torn apart by a thousand cuts. Even though his eyes were bloodshot, he was unwilling to scream.

Xiang Jiuling marveled at his endurance, and at the same time, his movements became faster. When the man was about to faint from the pain, Xiang Jiuling took out alcohol to disinfect him, and then pulled off the hem of his clothes to bandage him.

Wen Xi glanced at her, and there were a few drops of sweat on the girl's fair face. Although her words were unclear, her method of rescuing and healing people was particularly exquisite. One look showed that she was proficient in this. For a moment, Wen Xi

I couldn't help but take another look at Xiang Jiuling.

"Wen Xi, are you in pain?" Xiang Jiuling was speechless. Why is this man always in a daze, afraid that he will be a fool?

After cleaning the dagger, Xiang Jiuling called the three children back from outside the cave to fetch water: "You go make some porridge, and I'll go out and see if there's anything else to eat."

Erbao lowered his head dejectedly and couldn't help but mutter: "You have eaten the last bag of rice at home, how can there be any rice left?"

"Oh, I hid half of the bag before." Xiang Jiuling said casually.

Several children were startled and immediately went over to check the rice bag.

Inside, three kilograms of brown rice made the three children excited: "There is really rice!"

"But... the stepmother doesn't even have to carry a baggage, so where is the rice hidden?"