The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 862 Wake Up
When Ding Xiaojun woke up, he felt pain in many places all over his body. He wanted to sit up, but found it difficult to do so. He tried to move back, and finally he could see the condition of his body clearly. A thick strip of cloth was wrapped around his right arm, which was also fixed by a wooden plank.

Looking down, I found that my legs were fine. Although they were not fixed, they were still wrapped in cheesecloth.

His own clothes were also neatly folded and put aside, it could be seen that they had been washed.

Ding Xiaojun couldn't move, so he began to look around, and then he realized that he was in a room made of bamboo and wood, the room was very elegantly furnished, there were wooden cabinets with hand-carved patterns, On the bed, there is also a set of ethnic costumes in bright colors.

The window of the room was open, and a wind chime made of thin bamboo was hung on the side, but there was no wind at this time, so it was hanging down quietly.

Outside the window, you can see a bunch of red peppers hanging on a string. They are red and very beautiful.

Yes, this is a country house with ethnic characteristics, but it is not sure which ethnicity it belongs to.

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Buyi Ning was looking at an earthen stove in the yard. There was an iron pot on the stove, which was a big one, and a few thick logs were placed under the stove. The fire inside was not too big, so it was considered a small fire.

This earthen stove is not open-air either. There is a canopy outside. The roof is made of wood and tiles are laid on it. The roof is black, and it looks like it has been smoked by oil all year round.

This canopy only has four supporting columns, which is precisely defined as a pavilion, well, let’s call it a pavilion.

On the corner of the pavilion, there are many pieces of black bacon hanging. Although the appearance is really ugly, I guess it must be delicious.

Buyi Ning was on fire, and couldn't help thinking of two afternoons ago, her grandfather, who was over 60 years old, dragged a soldier back with a bamboo hauler, yes, he was a soldier, everyone who went out in the village did this The name, the soldier, was covered in blood at that time, which scared many people at that time.

Grandpa said that the soldier was found under the Yazui Cliff, and he must have fallen from it. He was still alive, so as a doctor, he naturally had to save him.

Buyi Ning's grandfather is a doctor, to be precise, he is a local doctor, the ability to heal people has been passed down from generation to generation, and Bu Yining, born in such a family, also learned how to save and heal people from his grandfather since childhood, but she Ever since I was a child, I have never seen someone who was injured like this.

The village where Bu Yining lives is very large, with a population of one hundred, it is the largest village in the surrounding area. In this area, only her family is a doctor.

Although a village of [-] people is indeed a big village in Yun Province, it is really too small compared to the villages in the north.

The smell of rice came from the cauldron. When Bu Yining opened the lid, a large cloud of water vapor rushed up, blocking her view. She waved her hand, and when the steam dissipated, she saw the It is thick purple porridge.

Yes, purple porridge, some people may not understand it, how can it be purple, if it is millet porridge, it should be yellow, if it is rice porridge, it should be white, how can there be purple What about porridge?

In fact, in Yun Province, there is a special kind of wood-colored rice with a very vulgar name, purple rice, and the porridge made from it is naturally purple.

She got up a bowl, stirred the purple porridge with a spoon, and then poured the porridge into the bowl. The spoon was very big, and when a spoonful of porridge went in, the bowl was almost full, so she put the porridge bowl back into the bowl. On the edge of the stove, she put a lid on the pot, then bent down, took out the burning wood from the stove, inserted it into the ash on one side, and extinguished the fire above, she did not The fire in the stove was not completely extinguished, but a little bit was removed and placed in a small movable clay stove, and then a small ceramic pot with a handle was placed on the small clay stove.

After finishing all this, she got up and wiped her hands with the towel hanging on the side, picked up the bowl of purple porridge, and walked towards the room on the side.

Bu Yining gently pushed open the door. She moved very lightly, just not wanting to disturb the people inside, but when she stepped into the door, she saw Ding Xiaojun lying on the bed staring at her with wide eyes.

"Are you awake?" Bu Yining's dialect was very strong and authentic, it could be said that it was far from Mandarin.

Ding Xiaojun couldn't help frowning, who said that he knew some local dialects in this area, but the words spoken by the thin girl in front of him had a strong local accent, which made it very difficult for him to listen.

"Can you speak Mandarin?" Ding Xiaojun asked feebly. At this time, he was very weak and found it difficult to speak.

Ding Xiaojun thought, like the girl in front of me, she should have gone to school, at least she can speak Mandarin even if it is not standard.

Bu Yining smiled at Ding Xiaojun, she could understand part of what he said, it was the official language that people in the village used when they came back from work, yes, grandpa said it was official language.

Bu Yining put the bowl in his hand on the table beside him, and asked Ding Xiaojun, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

This time, Ding Xiaojun understood what she said. Although it was still a dialect, it was very close to Pu Neng dialect. Take it out and put it on Ding Xiaojun's chapped lips.

Ding Xiaojun didn't ask what Bu Yining used for him, he could smell it from the smell, it was sesame oil, but it wasn't pressed sesame oil.

"Fortunately, although there are still pains in many places, I can bear it. You saved me?" Ding Xiaojun can only speak in local dialect as much as possible, but his words are more like a combination of Mandarin and local dialects. Things are very impure, like mixed race.

"It was my grandfather who went to gather medicine and met you, so he brought you back." Bu Yining said, picked up the bowl, and brought it to Ding Xiaojun's mouth.

"You just woke up, you can't eat hard food, this porridge is easier to digest, eat some." Bu Yining said again, and while speaking, scooped up some porridge with a small bamboo spoon, and brought it to Ding Xiaojun's mouth.

Ding Xiaojun didn't think too much about it, he was already very weak, and he must have been hungry for a long time.

Ding Xiaojun ate very slowly, every mouthful took a lot of effort, Bu Yining also patiently fed Ding Xiaojun spoon by spoon, this bowl of porridge took about 10 minutes before he ate it At this time, Ding Xiaojun couldn't eat anymore.

(End of this chapter)