Chapter 17

The father and son worked together. The two steamed buns picked wild grapes back and forth, while Ling Jingxuan bent down in the weeds to find the herbs he needed. He had to find many useful herbs and some edible mushrooms. He picked them together when he wanted to make a pot of mushroom soup in the evening.

"Dad, those things are poisonous. What are you digging for?"

After picking up a pile of herbs, Ling Jingxuan pushes aside the grass and sees a cluster of mushrooms. Without thinking about it, he squats down and continues to pick. The voice of big steamed bun's disgust suddenly rings. Ling Jingxuan looks back and sees two steamed stuffed buns standing behind each other hand in hand. These two days' hard to dry and clean face is stained with dirt.

"Ha ha Not all mushrooms are poisonous. These are edible. Are you finished picking them? "

They are still too young to explain too much. Ling Jingxuan quietly turns to the topic. When they have eaten, they will know that mushrooms are good things.

"Really? Dad, I'll pick it for you

A listen is to be able to eat, small steamed stuffed bun decisively elated rushed forward, Ling Jingxuan quickly a hug him, powerless way: "some can't eat, you don't know, or don't get involved."

A stingy money slave, a foodie, two steamed buns, this character is really What's the difference?

"But I want to help dad."

With his head askew, he looks innocent and innocent, and his big round eyes are filled with heartache for his father.

"Ha ha No, father and dad are not tired. You go and have a rest. When I finish picking this cluster, we will go back. "

A warm heart, Ling Jingxuan patted his buttocks, toward the big bun Nuogu mouth.

"Xiao Wu is obedient. Let's wait for Dad over there."

Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, big steamed stuffed bun came up and took his hand.

Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, turned back and buried himself in the mushrooms. He just did not cheat xiaobaozi. There are a lot of mushrooms in this cluster. Some of them are dull in color and some are colorful. What can and can't be eaten are mixed together. However, he picked them all conveniently. Since ancient times, medicine and poison are not separated. Although poisonous mushrooms can't be eaten, they can make poison The three of us live alone at the foot of the mountain. Their bodies are as thin as bamboo poles. How can they be protected without anything?

"This is..."

A large number of mushrooms were quickly collected in different categories. Just as he was getting ready to get up, the corner of his eye inadvertently swept to the grass not far away. Driven by curiosity, Ling Jingxuan pushed aside the grass carefully. A fist sized, blood like umbrella shaped mushroom suddenly appeared, looking at the color that seemed to have been soaked in blood, Ling Jingxuan heart a burst of excitement, did not want to use the sickle in his hand to cut off a piece of cloth clothes, carefully wrapped mushrooms before digging roots.

Although he didn't know the name of the mushroom, judging from its red color and the state of no grass growing within a few centimeters around it, it was absolutely poisonous and was the best choice for making poison.

"Baozi, we are going back."

Ling Jingxuan wrapped up the red mushroom and put it in his arms. After cutting several pieces of cloth and wrapping up the medicinal materials respectively, Ling Jingxuan got up and walked to the small steamed bun sitting on the ground not far away. The bamboo baskets they brought were full and sharp. Thinking of the money slave nature of the big bag, Ling Jingxuan could not help shaking his head, and estimated that if he could not take those wild mushrooms away, he would not be able to take the wild ones When grapes become money, big steamed stuffed buns must kill their relatives with justice. They are troublesome. They will have to help him correct them.

"Dad, didn't you say you wanted to help the second uncle pick fruit?"

Greedy for money, he did not forget the business.

"Ha ha Over there, isn't it? You wait for me

Pointing to a wild pear tree about ten meters away, Ling Jingxuan put down his package and took a sickle to walk past. As early as he came to the forest full of wild fruits, he noticed the existence of the wild pear tree. Ling Jinghan's disease is actually modern tuberculosis, and it is not very serious. At least there is no blood symptoms. The main reason why he can't get out of bed is that he is infected The treatment of early pulmonary tuberculosis is very simple. The water is stewed with rock sugar and drinks three meals a day. However, after the water is stewed, it has to be effective every night. In addition, some anti-inflammatory and expectorant traditional Chinese medicine can be cured in half a month at most.

There is certainly no pear in this era, but wild pears can do it. In addition, the air here is good, and the taste of wild fruit is more pure. The effect should be better than that of Sydney. As for rock sugar, go to the town to ask, if not, he can only cook it by himself, although it is more troublesome.

After picking four or five big pears, Ling Jingxuan thought about it and cut down another branch. When he went back, he did not forget to cut several wild grape branches. The space in their courtyard was open. No matter whether he could plant or not, he would go back and plug it in.

"Dad, what kind of fruit is this? It smells good."

After taking the fruit, the small bun took a hard breath, and the mouth showed traces of saliva. The big steamed bun quickly seized the fruit: "this is the second uncle's medicine, you want to eat, we'll pick it next time."Then he rolled up the hem of his clothes, tied a knot at his waist, and wrapped several big pears in it.

"People know, just ask."

The steamed bun pouted his mouth wrongly, but he didn't say he wanted to eat.

"Well, we..."

"Touch..."

"Woo woo..."

Ling Jingxuan was just about to say that he would go back first. Suddenly, there was a terrible sound from the depths of the jungle, which was mixed with the sound of wild animals that could not be mistaken. The father and the son were all shocked. When the two steamed stuffed buns came back to their senses, they could not care about any fruit or fruit. Both of them hugged Ling Jingxuan's thighs in horror, and their faces were full of naked fear, and their small bodies were shaking with strength.

"Don't be afraid, Dad. Go and have a look."

Feeling their fear, Ling Jingxuan placidly patted them on the head and picked up the sickle just put down. If he did not guess wrong, the cry should be a wolf, and it was an adult wolf. His heart sank. For the first time, he sincerely hoped that he had guessed wrong. If he was ok, even if his physical condition was not good, he should avoid one with the ability of previous life It's not difficult for a wolf to attack, but now, he really has no confidence that he can keep three people intact under the wolf's mouth.

"Dad Don't go. "

"Dad..."

two buns as like as two peas, he pulled his eyes to the left, and the same eyes were filled with tears. But the two men were too tacit to be able to cry out. They saw the scene of Ling Jing's heart tightly, and turned to their gentle appeasement: "don't be afraid, daddy will protect you. Do you forget that daddy is able to fight martial arts?"

"But it's a beast. In case What should we do if something happened to dad? "

The mature and sensible big steamed bun finally exposed the fear and fear that a five-year-old should have. Let alone how distressed Ling Jingxuan was. He would rather let him scold him every day than see his appearance.

"Well, don't cry. Let's go before the wolf comes."

This is obviously not a good place to comfort them. Ling Jingxuan kisses them on the cheek and turns back to pick up the bamboo basket.

"Touch..."

"Ah, wow Dad, I'm afraid... "

"Ah Dad... "

However, God was just like playing with them. Before he got up, a bloody body rolled down from the sky to their feet. The two buns couldn't help it any longer. They were crying with their legs in their arms. Ling Jingxuan had to put down the bamboo basket again, holding their heartfelt relief: "don't be afraid, dad is here."

Over their shoulders, his eyes suddenly and coldly shot at the blood man lying in the distance. From his slight ups and downs of his back, it is not difficult to see that he should not have died. As for the injury, it has nothing to do with him. He has no interest in knowing the life and death of others. From the previous life to this life, his temperament has not changed a bit. He is not the person he cares about. Even if he dies in front of him, he will not die Also will not move a trace of compassion, because he has seen too many deaths, the heart has been numb!

"Woo Dad "Dad..."

Buried in his neck, the two steamed stuffed buns were almost exhausted with tears. Their thin and thin bodies were shaking like chaff.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, a huge object with black body and a little white head and limbs fell in front of them, less than five meters away from them at most. Ling Jingxuan felt a reflection and pushed the two buns behind him. He grabbed the scythe lying on the ground. The narrow Danfeng eyes burst out cold and murderous air, and the killing breath accumulated in countless years of killing career swarmed out, But

"Touch!"

"Wuwu..."

The black wolf, who was still powerful and strong, fell to the ground with a crash. Through the gap between his tusks, he sobbed bitterly and poured out. Ling Jingxuan fixed his eyes on it and found that he was injured all over and shed blood all over the place in a moment.

"Don't be afraid. It's going to die. I'll go and have a look."

The steamed buns hiding behind him tightly tugged at his clothes, so scared that they didn't dare to cry. Ling Jingxuan patted their hands and gently broke them away. This time, the two steamed stuffed buns did not stop him. It was not that they didn't want to, but they were afraid to forget.

"Wuwu..."

It seems that he felt his approach, the dying black wolf suddenly roared. Originally, some turbid wolf eyes were murderous, full of animal nature, and the sharp fangs were even more radiant. Ordinary people might have been scared to the ground for a long time, but Ling Jingxuan just sneered and flew up with a sharp sickle.

"Oh..."

"Poof!"

The slender sickle stabbed into the black wolf's neck precisely, and the blood spurted out fiercely. Ling Jingxuan, holding the sickle, was instantly dyed into a bloody man. The two steamed buns not far away hugged each other tightly, and their blood stained thin faces slowly raised a strange smile, just like the real version of the God of death. Fortunately, his back was facing the small bun, no one saw it, no one saw it Then he must be scared to death. At this time, he is too terrible!