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The medicinal herbs were crushed, and the medicinal juice, mixed with the medicinal herbs, immediately covered the wound. Han Xiu pressed his palm down on the medicinal herbs, got up and walked into the house, and tore off a piece of cloth to tie it up.

He then pressed the rest of the medicine on his arm and tied it with a piece of cloth.

After he was done, he walked around the room and stopped by the cabinet. He opened the cabinet door and looked inside. It was filled with worn-out clothes made of cloth.

Thinking about it, the owner of this body was obviously a rich young master. How come he was in such dire straits now?

Not only that, but he was also struck to death by lightning. How tragic.

Flipping through the cabinet, Han Xiu took out a cloth bag and weighed it in his hand, it was a little heavy.

When he opened it, it was filled with round copper plates.

Although he didn't know how the currency was calculated, he could tell that there were very few copper plates in the purse. It was probably impossible for him to have a big feast.

After thinking about it, Han Xiu walked out of the Bamboo House and went to walk around, intending to familiarize himself with the environment of the place.

Half an hour later, Han Xiu returned with a fish in his hand, while his pants were rolled up. It was obvious that he had just gone into the water.

He ran into the little house next to the house. It was a kitchen, but it seemed to have been used for a long time.

When he removed the lid, he found that there was actually half a steamed bun covered with green hair inside, and a pot beside it looked quite clean.

Han Xiu took a glance and immediately got busy, the injuries on his body seemingly not affecting him in the slightest.

He wiped up the stove, washed the rusty iron pot, and tidied up the other things until they looked good, then stopped.

Ye Zichen took a quick glance at the items in the kitchen. There was everything that he needed and they were all well-preserved. It seemed like a meal could still be made.

However, thinking about how it had been a long time since the lid of the wok had been lifted, it was likely that he wouldn't be able to find any rice in the house.

Han Xiu stood at the entrance of the kitchen silently for a while, then walked out, went into the house and took the money pouch he had just found and headed towards the entrance of the village, planning to use these copper plates to buy some rice.

There was a rice shop at the entrance of the village. He remembered seeing it when he was a wandering soul.

When Han Xiu arrived at the rice shop, just as he was about to buy rice from the owner, he heard a very familiar voice sound out from behind him, "Da Zhuang, are you here to get rice?"

Hearing the voice, Han Xiu seemed to be talking to him. When he turned around, he saw a man in his thirties or forties looking at him with a carrying pole on his shoulder.

Who is this person?

Han Xiu obviously did not know, so he did not know how to start a conversation.

In the end, he didn't say anything, so the other side spoke first.

"Oh right, did you go to the town a few days ago to look for Wang Yuan's son? I already told you not to look for them, but you just wouldn't listen. Since that person bullied Little Chun, Little Chun is still running towards that guy's house. This is obviously what I want, why are you blindly joining in? "

"I heard that the Fang family has already sent a betrothal gift to Little Chun's family. If they married into a third house, they would still be able to take care of Little Chun. Otherwise, who would dare to marry without a shred of innocence?"

Just then, the owner of the rice shop walked out. Seeing Han Xiu standing at the entrance, with a strip of cloth covering his stomach and arms, and some blood on the cloth, he was immediately shocked.

"Hey Da Zhuang, how did you become like this in just half a day? Wasn't it fine to meet you just now? You couldn't have gone to find someone else to fight with, right? "

Han Xiu listened to the two talking and talking, his expression was very calm. After the rice shop owner finished speaking, he pointed to the rice bag at the door and said, "I'm here to buy some rice."

The rice shop owner and the warm-hearted passerby stared blankly for a moment before the rice shop owner snapped out of his daze.

She pulled out a bag of rice and gave it to Han Xiu, "I already told you this, come here, Uncle Chen, take whatever you want with this rice, you're still being polite with me."

Buying rice for money?

Judging from the appearance of the rice shop owner, he seemed to be sincerely warm-hearted, which meant that the owner of this body was rather popular here?

Han Xiu thought for a while, then took the rice and left.

After Han Xiu left, the rice shop owner shook his head and sighed to the passerby who had yet to leave, "This Da Zhuang most likely fell for Xiao Chun, if not he would not have gone to so much effort in seeking excuses for Xiao Chun a few days ago."

"That might not be the case, Da Zhuang is kind, who doesn't know of all the people in the various villages? Whoever's puppy is bullied by, he will stick out for it, let alone a fellow villager like Xiao Chun who has been robbed of his innocence. "

The rice shop owner nodded and said, "Ai, he is too kind. Everyone treats him like a fool. Few people appreciate his kindness. "

"Didn't you already appreciate it? Otherwise, why would you give him rice for free? " The bystanders laughed.

The rice shop owner waved his hand and entered without saying anything.