Traveling through the ages: the apocalyptic couple salted fish lie down and win!

159 Mo Han 1
"Won't the young man have some fruit? These fruits taste good and are quite sweet."

Although Uncle Quan was shocked that Mu Ziteng bought so much at one time, he didn't miss the other party's eyes. Seeing that he didn't look at the fruit on the other side, he couldn't help reminding him curiously.

Mu Ziteng followed his hand and looked at it with disgust in his eyes.

"I don't need it for the time being. Calculate the total amount." He didn't buy it because he didn't want to buy it. They didn't really lack fruit to eat. In the past, when they bought food, they saw fruit and bought some, but not much. It is also to save food, not to eat to one's heart's content.

"Young man, wait. I'll weigh it for you first." Uncle Quan found a few bags, packed them and weighed them.

"Oh, boy, the white rabbit almost weighs only eight and a half catties." When the white rabbit toffee was finally weighed, the quantity was not enough.

Uncle Quan was a little embarrassed. This kind of thing rarely happened in his place. Usually, the goods were fully prepared and replenished quickly.

"It counts as much as you have. By the way, Uncle Quan, next time I don't need someone to guide me, can I come directly to you to buy things?" This is outside the black market, and it would be too troublesome to ask someone to guide the way.

"Okay, not only you, many acquaintances came directly to me to buy these rare things."

"It's a total of forty-nine yuan. You bought a lot at one time, and I decided to wipe off the change for you."

"Thank you." Mu Ziteng counted out five brand new Great Unity cards and gave them to the other party.

Uncle Quan took out a crumpled one-yuan note and gave it to Mu Ziteng.

"Remember to knock two long and one short next time you come here." When Uncle Quan sent people out, he pointed to the wooden door and reminded Mu Ziteng.

"I see."

When he was about to reach the door of his house, Mu Ziteng saw a black thing huddled in front of his house, he immediately took out a flashlight from the space, and shined on the black thing.

...is a person.

"Hey... little thing, wake up."

Mu Ziteng stepped forward and patted the child who was sitting by the door of his house.

In the end, it was fine if he didn't shoot, but when he did, the other party fell to one side, and Mu Ziteng retracted his hand guiltily.

This is not dead, is it?
After a while, he stretched out his hand again to test the temperature on the child's face, it was cold, and put his hand under the nostril again, still breathing, Mu Ziteng picked up the child and jumped into the yard.

Mu Ziteng put the child on the wooden sofa, pulled a small blanket on the sofa to wrap the child's body tightly, turned and went out, and went into the kitchen to light the fire.

Although Mu Ziteng didn't make a special trip to wake up Jian Qingling, but he didn't lower his voice when he entered the room, and Jian Qingling was woken up.

She thought Mu Mu would come into the room, but she only waited for the sound of him leaving the living room and entering the kitchen, wondering if something happened?

When she put on her clothes and got up, she didn't forget to explore the outside with her mental strength.

Seeing that the wood was burning, Jian Qingling murmured to herself, "It's still early, and the wood is about to make breakfast?" Her mental strength jumped directly from the living room to the kitchen.

When she regained her mental strength, she saw something on the sofa in the living room. She thought Mu Ziteng had brought something good, so she left the room and walked directly to the sofa.

It's just that when she opened a corner of the blanket, she saw that the child wrapped in the blanket was actually a pale child with weak breathing.

Where did this kid pick up the wood from?
Jian Qingling was also stunned for a moment, and tested the temperature on the child's face with her hand, "My God, it's so cold."

She hurriedly poured boiling water from the boiling water bottle on the table beside her, poured some cold boiling water, took the cup to sit on the sofa, and stirred the spoon to feed the child.

Although the child did not wake up, he could still swallow water instinctively, indicating that the child could still be rescued.

The door opened, Jian Qingling looked over, Muziteng came in with an iron basin, and there was burning firewood in the basin.

"Xiao Lingzi, did I wake you up?" Mu Ziteng brought the brazier to the side of the sofa and put it down.

He didn't notice that much, either on purpose, or at the moment when human life was at stake.

Jian Qingling didn't answer his question, but pointed to the child on the sofa and asked, "What's wrong with this child? Where did you pick it up?"

"At the door of our house, when I came back just now, I saw him leaning against the door of our house. When I saw him, he was already in a coma. He must have fainted from freezing."

While talking, Mu Ziteng untied the blanket on the child, exposing the child's thin body, and carried the child directly to the brazier to warm up.

When Jian Qingling saw the child's thin body, she was startled, "This child is too small, how could such a small child be at our door?"

This is too coincidental.

It's not that she wants to suspect that there is some premeditated plan behind it. You said that a child who looks less than two years old, why would he run to her door at five o'clock in the morning and squat?

Besides, who would let such a small child out?The child was only wearing a set of thin autumn clothes. Although the clothes were worn out after washing, she could tell that the clothes were made of good material and there were no patches on them.

The child looks very thin.

Jian Qingling had a lot of guesses in her heart, but she didn't know why the child fell at her door.

"How do I know, let's not talk about that, wake up the child first and then investigate." Mu Ziteng held the child close to his body, and kept rubbing the child to make the blood vessels on his body active as soon as possible.

"Do you want to boil some hot water for him to bubble?"

Jian Qingling took out a baby blanket from the space to warm it on the other side, and handed it to Mu Ziteng to wrap the exposed body of the child.

"It's already burning in my kitchen, I have to wait a little longer."

The child's body gradually warmed up, and his breathing became stronger. Only then did Mu Ziteng put the child back on the sofa and went out to prepare hot water for the child to take a bath in.

Mo Han was hungry and cold, and he staggered towards a place. When he followed his memory and finally arrived at the familiar gate of the courtyard, he had no strength to knock on the door or call for someone, and curled up hugging his small body. group.

Mo Han thought he was going to die again, his heart was full of unwillingness, he opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the familiar environment.

He looked at the familiar everything around him ignorantly, thinking that he had missed everything here so much that he died and his soul would come back here.

It's just that it's so warm here, just like the day I woke up in my memory, even the burning brazier is exactly the same.

There are not many memories left when I was a child in the previous life, but the memory of waking up that time is very deep. Except for the time difference, the scene when I woke up was exactly the same as now.

"Crackling"

Eyes followed the sound, it was the sound of coal bursting, and the flames were strung up along the cracked place...

No, this is too real.

(End of this chapter)