Chapter 11 Rice and Wine

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When Lao He looked at the Li Gu porridge and dried meat on the table in front of him.

I was shocked and speechless for a long time.

"Uncle He, what's the matter with your injuries?"

As Zhang Bao spoke, he broke open a piece of dark cake and handed it over.

Lao He subconsciously took it.

After thinking about it, it was wrong.

Neither holding it nor putting it down.

But Zhang Bao in front of him started eating alone.

Lao He swallowed, but after all he couldn't hold it back and stuffed the cake into his mouth hungrily.

I almost choked to death.

After taking a sip of porridge, I settled down.

But then his face turned red.

He looked at Zhang Bao and Su Xiaoyue in front of him with some embarrassment.

That's when I discovered it.

Xiaoyue, this girl, was actually sitting on the table at this time, with a bowl of light porridge in front of her.

He looked sideways at Zhang Bao again.

Could it be...

Really transitioned?

I’m afraid dogs still can’t change their habit of eating shit!

Lao He thought about the severe beating he had suffered at the hands of Zhang Bao, and his heart was still full of resentment.

then.

After the master died.

He could have left to survive.

But thinking about the kindness of my master, I stayed.

Unexpectedly, this brat thought he was back to get some food, so he almost beat himself to death without explanation.

If I hadn't had some foundation, I might have explained it last time.

The young master is able to do this now, probably because that girl Xiaoyue begged for her so hard.

But he is an old man, so why should he be greedy for life?

Lao He sighed.

He stood up directly.

"I encountered two beasts, so it's okay."

But as soon as I got up, my eyes felt dark.

He lay down in a daze.

Zhang Bao was speechless for a while.

This year.

They are all so stubborn.

He and Su Xiaoyue hurriedly helped Lao He to the bed.

"Ms. sir...Uncle He..."

Su Xiaoyue looked at the unconscious Lao He at a loss.

"It should be due to exhaustion and collapse. This is not a problem. The key lies in these injuries..."

Zhang Bao frowned and looked at the scratches on Lao He.

Two of the scratches were so deep that the bones were visible. Although the blood was not bleeding much anymore, it would definitely not be possible if it was not treated.

"Do you have any medicine at home?"

Zhang Bao asked.

Su Xiaoyue shook her head.

Zhang Bao sighed.

In this memory, I also know that Daxia now uses herbs to heal wounds.

But Zhang Bao knew nothing about this.

Even if he knew what herbs were available, he could not find them in the cold weather, which really made Zhang Bao a little angry.

Is this all you can do?

Zhang Bao felt disturbed.

"correct!"

"Is there any wine?"

Zhang Bao turned to Su Xiaoyue and asked.

Although the current wine is not highly alcoholic, it is better to give it a try than wait.

It’s also a good idea to use wine to eliminate the bacteria first.

"liquor?"

Su Xiaoyue looked at Zhang Bao with some confusion.

"I buried some in the side yard before, but bandits have been there a few days ago, so I'm afraid they're all gone."

Su Xiaoyue said slowly.

"Forget it, I'll go take a look."

"You close the door."

As Zhang Bao spoke, he picked up the cakes and meat on the table, handed Su Xiaoyue a piece of meat, and then walked out quietly.

The side yard is not big.

It was originally used to store some sundries, and was connected by a wooden door.

At this time, a wall in the side yard had already collapsed.

Half of the house also collapsed.

The wooden door naturally lost its function.

The entire yard has long been abandoned.

The ground is covered with dead grass.

A pair of couplets with the word "福" written on them made a sound in the cold wind.

Under the broken wall.

There are many traces of excavation.

Zhang Bao came over.

There seemed to be a wooden trench underground, as if wine jars or something like that had been stored before.

By this time, they had all been evacuated.

Zhang Bao found a branch and poked it in the ditch.

It is indeed empty.

Zhang Bao dug for a long time without giving up.

Nothing at all.

Zhang Bao cursed secretly and sat down dejectedly.

It seems that this trick won't work either.

It seems that it can only depend on Lao He's luck.

Just when Zhang Bao was about to go back.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the dead grass in the corner.

Zhang Bao was stunned.

Picked up the branch.

Pushing aside the pile of dead grass, there was a huge rat inside.

Zhang Bao and Mouse looked at each other.

The mouse turned around and walked away.

Zhang Bao was left speechless for a while.

This world.

Rats are no longer afraid of humans.

Zhang Bao was about to go back when he was suddenly startled.

its not right!

Why does this mouse grow so big?

Zhang Bao and the others had killed a lot of rats before.

All of them are very thin.

But this one with a fat head and big ears has either become a sperm or...

Zhang Bao quickly chased after him.

Follow this big rat.

Arriving in front of the half-collapsed house.

A few grains of millet were suddenly discovered in the ground.

Zhang Bao was overjoyed.

He quickly moved away the beam blocking the door.

But with this move, the whole house shook.

Zhang Bao secretly said it was not good.

After hesitating for a moment, he got in anyway.

I saw an open grain bag inside the hole of the Tukang, with many round yellow grains inside.

"Is this...Ji Mi?"

Zhang Bao recognized it.

A comrade in the grassland once brought back a sack of millet after visiting relatives.

It can be used to steam rice, cook porridge, grind it into flour called "milk noodles", and make cakes. It is the main food in their grassland.

The porridge Su Xiaoyue cooked before was made from the crushed grains of this kind of millet.

Zhang Bao didn't recognize it when he drank it.

He quickly waved his hands to drive away a few fat rats.

Drag out the bag of millet.

Next to the rice bags, there are actually several small jars with the word "wine" written on red paper and black characters.

Zhang Bao was overjoyed and quickly took out two jars.

Using their hands and feet, they first put the rice bag and the two jars out through the gap in the beam.

But when Zhang Bao went back to get another few jars of wine.

The beam clicked.

Zhang Bao cried secretly.

Using his hands and feet, he quickly climbed out.

The moment Zhang Bao climbed out.

The house behind collapsed with a loud bang.

Zhang Bao wiped the cold sweat from his head.

There was lingering fear on his face.

What a pity those jars of wine might have had other things in them.

But now that it is buried, it is unrealistic to dig it out with bare hands.

Zhang Bao picked up all the few grains of rice scattered on the ground.

He picked up two jars of wine and walked back.

When Su Xiaoyue looked at the bag of millet rice on Zhang Bao's shoulder, her small mouth opened wide enough to put a big duck egg in.

He quickly helped Zhang Bao unload the rice bag from his shoulders.

A thin trickle of sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

I don't know if it's excitement or something else.

"It's better to grind these millet rice into powder and store it in the shape of stones. Just be careful of those mice."

"After you make our food, it would be better for me to hide it on the rafters."

Zhang Bao said to Su Xiaoyue.

Su Xiaoyue nodded.

Ever since Zhang Bao changed his gender.

Su Xiaoyue felt that she was about to lose the ability to think.

She would do whatever Zhang Baorang asked him to do.

She was even a little satisfied and... happy.

Zhang Bao came to the bedside carrying a jar of wine.

After opening the mud seal.

A strange smell of alcohol came out.

Zhang Bao took a sip in confusion.

It is indeed wine, it seems to be rice wine, with some sour taste.

Zhang Bao didn't do much research on liquor. Most of what he drank before was beer.

At this time, we can only treat the dead horse as a live doctor.

Zhang Bao lifted up Lao He's clothes.

A few scratches were shocking.

Zhang Bao didn't hesitate and poured a bowl of wine directly.

"Ouch——"

Lao He sat up with a ferocious expression.

Zhang Bao never stops doing anything.

Following Lao He's open mouth, he directly poured the rest of the wine in the bowl into it.

Then he poured another bowl and poured it on Lao He's wound.

Lao He twitched painfully twice, rolled his eyes, and fainted again.