Chapter 2

Song Wu is used to snoring when he is used to snoring. It seems that he is not used to snoring at night.

The next morning, song QingHan was awakened from hunger.

I don't know whether it's because there is another one in his stomach, or because there is no oil and water in his food. He is very hungry now.

I want Wu Dahu to cook something good, but when I look at the situation of this family, I know that this requirement is too difficult for him.

After eating Wu Dahu's steamed bread, he asked in surprise, "don't you eat anything?"

Wu Dahu stopped, avoided his eyes, and slowly said, "I've eaten it."

Two people are the bed of front and rear feet. The steamed bread is steamed by himself. How could he have eaten it?

Song QingHan was a little stuffy. He used to be a child of a poor family. Naturally, he knew how terrible poverty was.

Wu Dahu noticed his expression and thought that he was blaming himself for eating first. However, it was hard to explain. So he lowered his head in silence, put his basket on his back and prepared to go out.

"Where are you going?"

Song QingHan saw that he was going to go out, and quickly walked forward a few steps, as if he wanted to go out with him.

Wu Dahu nervously looked at his stomach and frowned: "I'll go to the mountain to see what to eat. You can stay at home."

Song QingHan noticed his sight, and somehow felt a little dazzling.

Sure enough, men are the same, and think children are more important than adults.

He used to see this kind of thing much in obstetrics and gynecology. Once he met a pregnant woman who accidentally fell at home and lost the twin boy in her belly. The man of that family even blamed her for not lying on the bed honestly and had to walk around.

The final result is also lamentable, the man quickly found a small, maternal until discharged from hospital is still complaining that he should not get up and walk, if you lie down peacefully until the twins are born, how can his husband be robbed.

Lying down when you're pregnant? If you really lay down for ten months, adults will be abandoned. Moreover, even if it is a sow, a litter of more than a dozen, there is no lying pregnant.

Thinking of this, song QingHan's mood became bad, sink his face, regardless of the way: "I also want to go, you can rest assured, will not leave your child."

Wu Dahu opened his mouth, and finally did not say anything. He opened the door in silence and watched him walk out of the yard.

Song QingHan could not help but ask, "don't you need to work in the field?"

Wu Dahu took his sight back from the wheat field, looked at the road under the feet of song QingHan, and said slowly: "the field was given as betrothal gifts."

Song QingHan at the foot of a meal, turned to look at him, just to see his eyes flash away lonely.

"Do you like him... Me?" He asked.

If it was not for this reason, he could not think of why such a poor man would give his living land to others.

Wu Dahu glanced at his stomach again, pursed his lips and whispered, "no matter what, I will marry you."

Song QingHan looked at his stomach with his head down and knew it instantly.

It's for children, or men's sense of responsibility.

Somehow, he felt a little sad for the owner.

The family pawned themselves as paving stones. When they found it useless, they squeezed the last drop of value. Even the married couple didn't love themselves. In the end, they died without even experiencing the feeling of being loved.

However, he immediately realized that the poor man had become him, and it was up to him to feel the miserable life in the future.

Thinking of this, he paused, clenched his fist, and looked like he was fighting with himself.

No way! To change!

Wu Dahu then stopped and took a look at him. There was a flash of doubt in his eyes.

Song QingHan suddenly raised his head and looked at him with sharp eyes: "you sent all the fields out. How are you going to live in the future?"

He thought it clear that he and Wu Dahu have a relationship of prosperity and loss, at least in terms of food.

Therefore, if we want to change the current situation, it is impossible without Wu Dahu's help.

He decided to put aside prejudice and cooperate with Wu Dahu!

Wu Dahu saw that he was a little different from his eyes. He replied honestly, "I can hunt. I can catch some small wild animals every day. If I'm lucky, I can catch wild boars and foxes occasionally."

Song QingHan was surprised and said, "what about those things? Why didn't I eat it? "

Wu Dahu was afraid that he thought he had eaten it secretly. His face turned red and explained, "all of them have changed money. The rice, oil, meat and so on at home have to be bought with money."

Fortunately, his skin color is dark, even if he blushes, he can't see clearly. Otherwise, if song QingHan knew that he had such a thin skin, he didn't know how to laugh at him.

After listening to his answer, song QingHan nodded thoughtfully.Although there is no cost involved in hunting, if you are injured, it will not be worth the loss. Moreover, even if Wu Dahu is fierce in snow, he will not be able to hunt his prey every day. For now, we still need to get a stable source of funds.

He thought that what he could do was just like medical skill, but in ancient times, surgeons without scalpels and operating tables were no different from angels with broken wings.

Although he also has knowledge of Obstetrics and Gynecology, I'm afraid there are no women here. When a man gives birth to a child, he himself is very frightened, let alone help others...

seeing the unpredictable look on his face, Wu Dahu can't help but remind him: "Song... Childe, it's time to go. It's too late to catch prey."

Song QingHan came back to God and asked subconsciously, "why do you still call me Mr. Song?"

Seeing Wu Dahu pursed his mouth and didn't speak, he immediately responded and seemed to be the original idea again.

Song QingHan felt that since they were partners now, they still had to be a little closer, so he took the initiative to ease the relationship and said with a smile, "call me QingHan or Xiaohan later, and I'll call you Dahu, or you'll be too unfamiliar with Childe's call."

Wu Dahu stopped, nodded, vaguely said: "small, small cold, go."

They walked quietly to the mountain. Song QingHan caught a glimpse of a plant on the ground and felt that the leaf was a little familiar.

"Ah! Yam! Isn't that yam? " He exclaimed in surprise.

Wu Dahu looked down at Song QingHan, holding his sleeve hand, thinking that this was the first time he approached himself.

He followed song QingHan's line of sight to look at the past. He thought he would see something surprising, but he didn't expect it was "itch stick".

Seeing song QingHan's face full of excitement, he patiently explained: "this thing is called an itch stick. The mucus flowing out is highly toxic. People's skin will become red and itchy after being stained with it. The medicine doesn't work."

Song QingHan looked at him strangely, his voice trembled.

"You mean you don't eat any of these things?"

Wu Dahu nodded. Seeing song QingHan, he jumped up happily and reached for his waist.

Because of the distance, the two people with four eyes are embarrassed.

Song QingHan coughed lightly, and the excited flush on his face still did not disperse. He pointed to the yam and said, "quick! Dig out all these, and you'll be able to eat at night

Wu Dahu is a little confused. Didn't he say that this thing is poisonous? Why did song QingHan still dig?

However, he seldom saw song QingHan show such a simple and happy expression, and his heart moved, and he really dug up yams according to his instructions.

When he filled half a basket of yams, he straightened up, wiped his sweat and said to song QingHan, "is that enough?"

Song QingHan count, 18, enough to eat a few days, busy nod.

The two continued to move forward. Seeing that Wu Dahu was carrying so many yams on his back, song QingHan couldn't help but persuade him: "otherwise, you'd better put these yams here first? Come back and get it, or you'll have a hard time reciting it. "

Wu Dahu was stunned. He didn't think song QingHan would care about him. He shook his head and said, "nothing. I won't come back from here for a while."

Song QingHan had no choice but to nod his head. Yu Guang glanced at a yellow shadow and turned his head.

"Sugar jar!" He exclaimed, a little hasty.

Isn't this mountain full of treasures? How can this big fool be as blind as blind!

Wu Dahu reluctantly followed him behind, carefully protecting him, and walked to the "stab ball" in front of him.

He knows that women and men like colorful things, but the spike ball is useless except a little yellow!

Song QingHan waved his big hand and said excitedly: "pick! I'll pick it with you. It's a good thing to make wine

Wu Dahu has some headache. It's just for him to dig the "itch stick", but it's about half a column of incense. But how long does it take to pick the "prick ball"? After picking, all the prey ran away. What else to hunt?

After picking one, song QingHan looked at Wu Dahu's basket with some embarrassment.

Wu Dahu knew that the gap in his basket was too big to hold the spike. He wanted to use this as an excuse to let song QingHan stop picking it. When he saw him holding the thorn ball in his own clothes, he still gave in. He went to one side and broke a large leaf. After weaving three or two times, a small basket appeared in his hand.

After handing the basket to song QingHan, Wu Dahu sighed secretly when he saw him laughing happily.

Song QingHan probably realized that after picking the sugar jar, it would be late. When the sugar jar covered the bottom of the basket, he stopped and said to Wu Dahu, "go ahead and hunt first."

Wu Dahu finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace a few minutes. However, every time he took a few steps, he had to look back to see if song QingHan had kept up with him.

Song QingHan also knew that Wu Dahu was anxious, so he didn't look around and kept up with him attentively.

When the trees on both sides gradually became tall, Wu Dahu suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "here we are!"