Gourmet Farm: Your Highness, I can't get enough to feed

Chapter 166 It Doesn't Hurt Too Much

Yun Buhuan looked at my series of actions with shock in his eyes, "You..."

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhao Xiaomiao didn't realize that her behavior was different from usual, looking at the torn clothes on Yun Buhuan's arm, "I'm all scratched, why don't you know how to dodge?"

Yun Buhuan looked at her anxious expression, "It doesn't hurt too much, your archery has improved!"

Looking at the wild boar behind him, Zhao Xiaomiao was taken aback, "I was worried about shooting you, but luckily I didn't!" Suddenly realizing that his actions were too suspicious, Zhao Xiaomiao hurried over to look at the wild boar, Seeing that he was still alive, he kicked angrily, "Let you bully Yun Buhuan!"

Looking at her childish movements, Yun Buhuan raised the corners of her lips slightly, which was really cute.

"I'm fine, we can go back now!"

Yun Buhuan walked up to her and looked at the wild boar weighing more than 100 kilograms, "If you encounter such a big wild boar in the future, how will you carry it back?"

Zhao Xiaomiao was stunned for a moment, and what she said was true, she really couldn't carry such a big wild boar back.

"Then I'll drag it out and call the villagers to help!"

Yun Buhuan nodded, and carried the wild boar on his body, Zhao Xiaomiao quickly stepped forward to help, "Can you do it, your injury is still not healed, or we can carry it back..."

"Then lift it!"

With too much force just now, the wound was torn open, and Yun Buhuan's face was a little ugly. This time, he could stay here for a few more days. For the first time, he hoped that the wound would heal slowly.

Zhao Xiaomiao chopped off a wooden stick, tied up the wild boar, and then strung the muntjac wild boar together and carried it back with Yun Buhuan.

The two returned to the village with their prey, and the villagers were envious when they saw their harvest. Zhao Xiaomiao greeted them with a smile, and Yun Buhuan carried the wild boar and threw it on the carriage, and sat on the ground tired.

"Too heavy!"

Yun Buhuan clutched his chest, his expression a little ugly.

"Then take a break!"

Zhao Xiaomiao looked up and saw Yun Buhuan clutching his chest, and hurried forward, looking at the place where he was clutching his chest with concern, "Did you hurt the wound again?"

"It looks like the wound has opened!"

Zhao Xiaomiao hurriedly dragged him into the room, "Sit down quickly, I'll treat your wound!"

Yun Buhuan sat down, Zhao Xiaomiao took off his clothes directly, looked at the blood-stained clothes on his chest, looked at Yun Buhuan, and said reproachfully, "I told you not to carry it, you have to If you are disobedient, it will be fine now, will you hurt the wound again?"

Yun Buhuan watched her teach him a lesson, but there was a smile on his face.

"Then I won't do this next time!"

"And next time?"

Zhao Xiaomiao held the cotton and pressed the wound hard, Yun Buhuan frowned in pain, "Yun Buhuan, you forgot your identity, you have helped me enough with such a noble identity to heal my wounds here, carry it on." Don’t do things like wild boars next time, I don’t want Yunfeng to think that I let you do rough work, and when he convicts me, I’m done!”

"He dares!"

As soon as Zhao Xiaomiao finished speaking, Yun Buhuan said in a deep voice, Zhao Xiaomiao looked up at his serious expression, lowered his head and continued to take medicine.

"You people are distinguished, I'm just a village girl, don't hurt me!"

Yun Buhuan heard her complaining voice, his expression darkened, "Do you care about my identity so much?"

Zhao Xiaomiao glanced at him, "Isn't this the way the world is?" People with status are superior, but she is just a village girl, and she doesn't want to get involved with the rich and powerful.

(End of this chapter)