Chapter 285

When the two returned to their home on the hillside, Pang Yi carried Zhong Mingwei to the house and was busy making a fire to burn the Kang. However, he lived in southern Xinjiang for many years and used the Kang everywhere. Now he was choking and coughing without saying anything, which made the house full of smoke.

"Use a straw to light the fire," Zhong Mingwei called him into the room, and then pointed to a pair of straw poles in the corner of the wall, which are usually specially used to light the fire. "Then add a handful of leaves and corn sticks, and finally use firewood."

"Yes," Pang Yi answered as he coughed and started the fire according to Zhong Mingwei's teaching method. It didn't take long for him to burn the Kang. Pang Yi took a long breath of relief, clapped the firewood on his hands and came in, looking at Zhong Mingwei. He was surprised and said, "Your Highness, you..."

Later, Pang Yi didn't go on. His expression was a little delicate. He coughed and climbed up the Kang again to pave it for Zhong Mingwei.

In fact, he just wanted to say, your highness, how can you even make a fire now? But if you think about it for a second, how can you? Now he is not a prince of the east palace. He is just the most ordinary ordinary ordinary people. Maybe even ordinary people are inferior to him. If he wants to survive in such a desolate place as ningguta, he has to learn all kinds of things.

Pang Yi is very sad. He is 30 years old. He has never been so sad. He can't imagine how Zhong Mingwei survived in the past year, and how he dragged his legs and learned to light the Kang in the smoky fire. He wiped his face and tried not to lose his temper. He had to tidy up the messy bedding on the Kang.

"I'll do it myself," said Zhong Mingwei, frowning at pangyi. "You don't have to sort it out."

"I'll do it, your highness. Just rest......" Pang Yi, of course, didn't agree. He reached out and pulled the quilt. Then a hand holding gauze held his wrist.

"I said, I'll do it myself," said Zhong Mingwei, looking at pangyi with a calm face. This time, he was badly hurt. His whole body was haggard, but the eyes were as sharp and deep as before. At this time, the eyes stared at pangyi like this. "Go down, and don't go on the Kang later."

This is the home of him and a Chou. Actually, he doesn't want to be set foot. Even Pang Yi can't do it. If it's not convenient for him now and nobody can help him, he would have sent Pang Yi down the mountain. So when Pang Yi climbed on the Kang, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help it anymore. This is his Kang and a Chou's Kang. There are a Chou's clothes and a Chou's pillow on it, but There may be hair on the pillow that ah Chou dropped. How can he allow others to touch it?

"Yes, my subordinates do," Pang Yi didn't quite understand Zhong Mingwei's meaning, but he didn't dare to ask in those sharp and deep eyes. He was so busy that he got off the Kang and said to Zhong Mingwei at the same time, "then I'll fetch a bucket of water to come in and wipe your face when it's hot."

"Good." Zhong Mingwei nodded and said nothing more. He reached out and rubbed the little pink pillow beside him.

Pang Yi finds the bucket from the outer hall and mentions the yard. Last time he came, he saw a well in the yard. When he got down to the well, he hooked up the bucket and put it down. Then there was a "PATA". Pang Yi was different. He wanted to put the bucket down again, and then the rope was loose. Pangyi responded that the well might be frozen.

At a glance, Pang Yi saw a big stone beside the well, and then he threw it into the well. With a loud "puff" sound, the ice in the well broke. Pang Yi finally hit a bucket of water with ice cubes, and was so busy that he carried the water into the room.

"What's the matter, your highness?" As soon as Pang Yifu put down the bucket, he looked at Zhong Mingwei. He held a small pillow in his hand and twisted his head to look at the broken window. His face was so ugly that his lips seemed to be shaking.

Pang Yi only said that the wound on Zhong Mingwei's body was so painful that he hurriedly said: "Your Highness, where are you not comfortable? Or I'll go down the mountain and invite your doctor? "

"It's OK," said Zhong Mingwei, shaking his head slowly, still looking straight at the broken window. After a long time, he opened again. "It's frozen again in the well?"

"Yes, the ice is too thick. I know for the first time that the well water can also freeze. It's too thick to break under the bucket." Pang Yi nodded, squatted down to check Zhong Mingwei's legs and feet, and continued, "there's a big stone beside the well, or it can't break the thick ice. The voice of breaking the ice just now was loud. Did you scare your highness?"