Chapter 20：

The man simply wove baskets with vines to hold the fruits on the ground in the house.

Wang Jin watched from the side, and slowly approached.

The man rubbed vine grass into strips, and the thick strips turned into a grass basket in the man's hand after a while. The basket was not as tight as the bamboo basket Wang Jin saw in his previous life, but it was more than enough to hold things. .

Thinking of bamboo baskets, Wang Jin thought that there were no utensils like chopsticks in this world.

Wood can actually be used for many tools.

Wang Jin stretched out his hand, and gave the man a small tug. The man turned his head, and Wang Jin asked numbly, "Do you know carpentry?"

"Carpentry?" Another fresh word.

The man put down the things in his hands and waited for Wang Jin to continue.

Wang Jindao: "It is to use wood to make various utensils, such as bowls and chopsticks, cabinets, beds and so on."

Wood to make beds and bowls?

The man pursed his lips and said, "It's the first time I've heard of it."

When Wang Jin heard this, his expression was not surprised at all. There was not a single piece of wood in the man's house, most of them were made of stone, and occasionally there were porcelain products. Even the house was made of stone and mud.

Wang Jin said: "There are so many trees here, why not use wood?"

The man looked puzzled. Seeing this, Wang Jin picked up a stone from the ground and drew some wooden products on the ground to show the man, but the man still didn't understand.

Seeing this, Wang Jin threw away the stone angrily, sighed heavily, and looked like he had given up.

This appearance seemed to be questioning the man's abilities in all aspects. The man raised his eyebrows, sneered, took the woven straw basket into the house and put the fruit, and went out for a while. After a while, he came back with a tree.

Wang Jin's eyes flickered, and he saw the man smiling confidently at him, "Wait, little lunatic."

The appearance seemed to promise something to Wang Jin, Wang Jin's heart jumped suddenly, and he saw the man split the wood with his bare hands, and studied Wang Jin's painting on the ground.

The man looked serious. From Wang Jin's angle, he could only see the man's side face.

The eyes under the sword eyebrows drooped slightly. I didn't feel it when I looked at the man from the front. Now I saw the man's eyelashes were very long. The long and thick eyelashes formed a shadow under his eyes, which was very beautiful.

Underneath is a nose that is so straight that everyone envies. The lips under the nose are tightly pressed at the moment, just like the man's thinking at the moment, working.

The man's skin is very healthy, and his physique is also very strong, but he doesn't look swollen, on the contrary, he looks extraordinarily slender because of his height.

His hair is actually very long, hanging down to his waist, but his hair is very thick and rough, and it looks a bit messy if it hasn't been taken care of.

If a man dresses up well, in his previous life, he would definitely be invited home to be a guest.

It's just that scar on his face...

Wang Jin's eyes turned to the man's face. The man's skin is actually very good, the pores are very delicate, and there is no excess hair on the face, but the scar... completely ruined half of his face.

Remembering that this scar was left to save Brother Yue, Wang Jin felt that the scar was very glaring for some reason.

He got up quietly, took the medicinal paste that the man had made before, and put it aside to cool, dipped some of the warm medicinal paste, and applied it on the man's scar.

Their skin touched each other, and both of them were taken aback.

The warm medicinal mud melted under the fingers, and the man's rough scars scratched Wang Jin's round fingertips, and the fingertips were pricked numbly, as if they had been passed by a weak electric current. After a long time, That feeling spread slowly from the fingertips to the whole body, making Wang Jin feel a subtle tingling sensation all over his body.

Wang Jin's heart beat faster, his fingertips trembled, his knuckles retracted, and he was about to shake his hands to retract, but the man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, turning his head to look at him.

His gaze carried the emotion that Wang Jin couldn't see clearly, and it was so dark that his eyes dimmed a lot: "My hands are dirty, you little lunatic will help me finish the medicine."

The deep voice seemed to be deliberately suppressing something, and it was slightly different from the usual voice of a man.

Wang Jin's fingertips curled up slightly. Seeing this, the man slowly slid the hand holding his wrist onto his palm, and just as he was pulling his hand, he took Wang Jin's finger and pressed it against his scar. .

When the fingertips touched the scar again, a tingling feeling suddenly rose, Wang Jin's body froze in vain, and he saw the man staring at him with hot eyes, and forced his fingers to rub back and forth on the scar.

"!" Wang Jin's heart beat faster, as if someone was beating on it with delicate drumbeats.

The numb feeling from the fingers was magnified infinitely under the man's gaze, which seemed to see through his clothes and scan every inch of his skin...so big that his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Wang Jin curled up his knuckles, put his fingers away, and said with trembling lips, "You... you let go, I... I know."

It was almost evening now, and the weather wasn't too hot, but the little lunatic's face was as red as fire, and even his small and round earlobes were red.

His eyes were moist, and his eyes seemed to be able to speak love words, looking at him shyly and timidly... the man's heart couldn't stop being restless.

He tightened his palms, a little reluctant to let go, but he heard the little lunatic complain: "You didn't even get the medicine, you... what's the use of you applying it like this? Are you stupid?!"

"..." Although the tone was very coquettish, making people's hearts flutter, but this word... the man's fingers loosened slightly, and he turned his eyes quite annoyed.

Stupid is obviously this little lunatic!

As soon as the man let go, Wang Jin's hand slid down nimbly, retracted, and hid behind him, like a frightened rabbit.

The man sighed inwardly, bowed his head and started to move again.

Not long after, the little lunatic's cautious touch came on the cheek again, and the corners of the man's bent mouth slowly raised, and finally he grinned uncontrollably to both sides.

After taking the medicine, Wang Jin muttered in a low voice: "It's a pity that a few medicines are missing, otherwise you will definitely recover faster..."

The man was concentrating on the work in hand, and did not hear Wang Jin's words. He had already seen the key point of the painting, made wooden boards, had already whittled several pairs of chopsticks, and made several wooden bowls.

Wang Jin was secretly amazed when he saw it, he admired the man's ability in his heart, and at the same time he was proud of his own painting skills, it was because of his clear and clear paintings that men could comprehend so quickly.

Thinking like this, a thought suddenly flashed in Wang Jin's mind...

If this man can understand his own paintings, then...

Wang Jin ran to the man, picked up a stone, drew several kinds of herbs, looked up at the man and said, "Do you recognize these?"

The man looked down carefully, frowned and said, "It looks familiar."

Wang Jin's eyes lit up and he said, "Then you pick all the familiar ones."

"?" The man looked at Wang Jin suspiciously, and Wang Jin said, "These are also herbs. If you add them to what you are applying now, the medicine will be more effective and your scar will heal faster."