The next day, early morning.
The scorching sunshine arrived as promised, awakening the desolation of the desert with its temperature. Lin Xiaolu, who was sleeping, was also awakened by the sunshine, and sat up on the bedding with the handsome duck who had also just woken up.
"Donor Lin, Donor Duck, good morning." Wugu, who was cooking fried rice at the side, smiled at them and said hello, and handed him the dust-cleansing pill.
Lin Xiaolu let out a long "Ah~" and yawned, then waved his hand handsomely in response, and the handsome duck also quacked twice.
After taking the dust-cleansing pill, the young man saw that Jiang Ning hadn't woken up yet, so he squatted down by the bonfire and stared at the fried rice in the pot.
"Donor Lin, aren't you going to exercise today?" Wugou asked softly while fanning the campfire with a cattail leaf fan.
"I'll go after I finish eating." Lin Xiaolu said while swallowing while looking at the food. After saying that, he glanced at Wu Kuan and found that Wu Kuan always had a smile on his face, as if he was very happy.
"What's wrong with you, little monk? Are you smiling so arrogantly?"
"Ahem." Wujia felt embarrassed, then pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing his constipated expression, Lin Xiaolu suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately asked sternly: "Are you hiding something from me when you are so happy? Tell me!"
Wugou was choked by Lin Xiaolu's words. He didn't dare to look into his eyes. He lowered his head and hesitated: "Little monk did something good last night, so he feels happy."
"Oh? What good thing have you done? Tell me and let Handsome Duck hear it."
"The young monk won't say anything."
Wugou said with a dull head: "If the young monk had told me, Donor Lin would definitely blame the young monk for meddling in other people's business."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment. Then he thought about it and immediately guessed the whole story and glared angrily:
"Are you so happy that you went to collect protection money by yourself! Wu Guan, I misjudged you, let's break up our friendship!"
Handsome Duck also put his little wings on his fat waist and yelled: "That's right, you don't even call me big brother for such a fun thing, brother, don't do it anymore!"
Wujia, who was only thirteen years old, saw that they had misunderstood him, and he suddenly felt aggrieved, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Just as Lin Xiaolu was vigorously fighting against Wu Gu, Jiang Ning, who was on the mat, suddenly let out an uncomfortable groan.
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In the afternoon, in the golden desert, Wujiu led the camel, and the camel carried Shuaishuai Duck on its back and marched leisurely.
Lin Xiaolu followed Wu Guo, carrying the unconscious Jiang Ning on his back, and asked questions as he walked:
"Aning, haven't you also practiced martial arts? How can you still be infected with febrile diseases?"
Facing Lin Xiaolu's question, Jiang Ning, whose head was burning, couldn't muster the energy to answer. She could only lie softly on Xiaolu's back, hugging his neck, silently enduring the heat and discomfort in her body.
"The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is too big. Although Donor Jiang is a martial arts practitioner, she is still a girl, and her energy and blood are not as good as those of a boy. It is inevitable to contract febrile diseases." Wugu sighed.
Lin Xiaolu was helpless, his neck was itchy from Jiang Ning's hot breath, and he murmured while carrying her on his back:
"When you grow up, I am the only one who has carried my sister, and you are the second one. If you succeed in restoring the country and become the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, you must remember how good I am to you and leave two children for my sister and me. Since you have a high-ranking official position, whenever I don’t want to hang out in Emei, I will go find you and then bully those corrupt officials, landlords and wealthy people.”
Jiang Ning was so uncomfortable that she didn't want to speak, so she squeezed him with her little hands. Unfortunately, Lin Xiaolu couldn't feel the force at all.
For the whole day, Xiaolu carried Jiang Ning on his back the whole time, but Jiang Ning's body temperature still didn't go down and she was so confused. This was why Lin Xiaolu and Wujiu didn't dare to put her on the camel, for fear that she would be in a daze. Fall down again.
Soon, night came again, the cold wind picked up again, and the temperature dropped again. Wujiu lit a big bonfire to keep Jiang Ning warm, while Lin Xiaolu wasted no effort and just relied on a pair of small hands to shape a semicircular wall. A wall of sand shielded her from the wind.
Jiang Ning just sat by the bonfire, leaning against the sand wall with a flushed face, muttering unconsciously in a low voice.
Wu Gu and Lin Xiaolu were extremely anxious when they saw this, fearing that she would become stupid if she continued like this. There were many poor people who became stupid because of febrile diseases and persistent hot flashes. If Jiang Ning became a fool, she would still be a fool in the future. How to restore the country?
"Donor Little Deer, the porridge is ready."
Wujiu handed a bowl of porridge made from fried rice to Lin Xiaolu. Lin Xiaolu noticed the change in his name and smiled at him.
Then he went to feed Jiang Ning with rice porridge.
Although he was careless in his words and expressed his disdain for Jiang Ning, his actions were very gentle. Every time, he would blow the hot rice porridge to cool down, and then gently feed it into the girl's mouth, while the girl was wrapped He was wearing a Taoist robe, his face was flushed, and he was eating in small bites. They were both sitting under the stars in the desert night, reflecting the light of the fire, one was feeding porridge and the other was drinking porridge, silent and silent.
When Wu Gu saw this scene, he happily served Shuai Shuai Ya a bowl of porridge and said with a smile:
"The little deer donor is actually a very gentle person."
After hearing what he said, the handsome duck flapped its wings: "Looking at my eldest brother's skillful appearance, you can tell that this is definitely not the first time that he has fed porridge to others like this."
"Oh? Is Little Deer Donor very good at taking care of people?" Wugou asked curiously.
"Don't ask me, I don't know about my eldest brother's past." After saying that, the handsome duck flapped its little wings and feasted on the rice porridge.
Soon after a bowl of hot porridge was eaten, Lin Xiaolu touched Jiang Ning's forehead and found that it was still very hot. After thinking about it, he rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand to insert it into the ground.
"puff!"
With a soft sound, under his violent strength, the entire forearm was inserted directly into the depths of the sand, and then the cold sand was pulled out.
"Little Deer Donor, why is this happening?" Wugou asked in confusion after seeing this scene.
Lin Xiaolu laughed and explained: "A Ning's head is too hot. If this continues, it will definitely burn it. My sister also suffered from febrile disease when she was a child. It was a snowy day, so the storyteller in the village went to freeze it. I took some ice cubes from the river, wrapped them in cloth and applied them on my sister’s forehead, saying it was called physical cooling.”
"Physical cooling?" Wujiu was stunned, what is this?
"I'm not sure. Anyway, the effect is pretty good."
Lin Xiaolu continued to explain: "The desert is scalding hot under the sun during the day, but not at night, especially the underground sand, which is as cold as ice and can cure Aning's illness."
After saying that, he took out the handkerchief Jiang Ning carried, wrapped the frozen sand and soil, and applied it to the girl's hot forehead.
Seeing this scene, Wujiu clasped his hands together and marveled beside the campfire:
"Little Deer Donor is so wise."
"Haha, this is nothing. Little monk, your Dharma is amazing. That is great wisdom."
Lin Xiaolu showed a rare moment of humility. He came to sit down by the campfire, drank porridge and said with a smile: "Compared to your Dharma, this is just a small path for me."
