Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

The farmhouses that were similar to them used to see it all. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but feel a little bit of feeling. I still remember the time when he just crossed it five years ago. Only one word to evaluate, poor! It’s so poor that even the chairs can’t find a good one. There are windows and windows in the house. The air is leaking everywhere. Fortunately, it is summer and there is little rain. Otherwise, I don’t know how many crimes I have to suffer. He was gratified, and accepted the fact that he passed through to the farmhouse. He was two black and thin little buns. At that time, Xiaowen’s door had to make him hurt, and he used salt for a long time. The little buns were It’s a standard foodie, and every time I hide and sneer, but in a blink of an eye, their buns and brothers grow up, and there are more small squads. I think Ling Jingxuan can’t help but laugh at the small corps from childhood to big stupid things. Come out, children, only after they left them for less than twenty days, he began to think about them. "This is the herbal medicine for treating wounds. It will be applied to the wound after being bitten. Leave it after treatment. We are not redundant. The food is for you."

The man sent the herb in front of him to call back his attention. Ling Jingxuan glanced at the herb and looked up: "Big brother is not polite, I will be medical, and my body is also??"

When reaching out to the cuffs, Ling Jingxuan discovered that his medicine was all gone, including all the poisons, the gold sore medicine and the detoxification pills. He didn’t give him a little bit, and the smile could not help but stiffen his face. Ling Jingxuan Suddenly crying and tears, and quickly flipped over his body, the scalpel carried with him was not seen, only a pack of silver needles, two silver spindles, the silver ticket has already swelled and blurred, basically it is a soup.

"What about you?"

The crying face turned to Yan Ruirui, Ling Jingxuan felt so frustrated for the first time, this is the so-called one before returning to liberation? Do you want to be so pithy?

"It's better than you."

In addition to the sabre tied at the waist, Yan Ruirui did not say the medicines and silver he gave, and even a steel room could not be turned over. The husband and wife have not been so ruined for many years.

"Forget it, money is a thing outside of you, husband, and let me earn it slowly."

After half a ring, Ling Jingxuan’s mischievous wink and jokes seemed to be not too bad. Yan Ruirui nodded lightly, and the tiger’s cub was full of spoils, always watching their family and getting along from their conversation. Deep feelings, men can not help but a little embarrassed, even the Ling Jingxuan suspected that the woman with mental problems are obsessively looking at them, seems to have entered some kind of sweet dreams.

"Big Brother? Big Brother?"

"Well? What is the cough?"

Ling Jingxuan strangely called a few times to call back the man's attention, the man was difficult to cover up, the black and thin face was suspected of floating on the blush, but Ling Jingxuan was not interested in studying the shackles of others, condensed: "Big brother, my wound needs cleaning Can you take me to help me with two buckets of water?"

He also doesn't want to be here, but they are hungry, his wounds need to be dealt with, and the house is broken more than the mountains. They are unfamiliar in life. If they can't find the water source in the mountains, it will be bad, and the southern Xinjiang is bad. Many ancient tribes are in the mountains, and they are more lethal than those who pursue them.

"Well come with me."

The man hesitated to look at Yan Ruirui sitting next to him. After a while, he nodded and went out. Yan Yurui followed and stood up. Ling Jingxuan took his arm and said with a little spoiledness: "Look at any wild game on the mountain, check it out, my stomach. hungry."

During the conversation, he also touched his belly, and he didn’t have a mouthful to sell Meng. He didn’t eat anything last night. He experienced such a thing at night, and now he is hungry and has a chest back.

"Well, I will be back soon."

Yan Ruirui nodded and turned to follow. Ling Jingxuan looked at them with his injured arm. When the man left, he picked up the sharp hatchet, as if he had explained something to the boy, thinking about his previous To say those words, Ling Jingxuan can guess a little, the problem is probably in the daughter of this family, but he is always a passer-by, and it is not convenient to ask.

"Little brother, what is your name? How old is this year?"

Facing an old man sitting in the corner with white hair and coughing, a woman with a similar spirit, two big six or seven years old, a small four or five-year-old child, Rao is Ling Jingxuan. Feeling a little subtle, I can only find a little boy who looks innocent and speaks, and sends a boring time.

The little boy looked at the mother and then looked at the brother who tightened his lips before he said, "My name is Yang Lan. I am five years old. What is your name?"

The child is always innocent. You can basically feel it to him. Yang Lan seems to be a lively child. After he let go, the little cockroaches disappeared, like a diamond. A glimpse of innocence and glory, this is a pair of unpolluted eyes, you can see that this man has protected him very well.

Ling Jingxuan, who likes children, couldn't help but like this child more. After reaching out and touching him, he said, "You can call me Ling Shu."

"Ling Shu."

Yang Xiaoqiao screamed, Ling Jingxuan was happy, thinking about sending him a face-to-face ceremony, thinking about it and then giving him the silver spindle he had previously lost on the table: "Give a brother, it is a meeting for Ling Shu." Take it and buy something delicious."

His intention was good, but the artichokes changed their look. Three to three feet away, the eyes that had not been contaminated were instantly dyed with painful sorrow, and the sound of the choked snoring.

"Can't, will die, my sister will die, don't??"

Holding the mother's thigh, Yang Lan repeated intermittently, Ling Jingxuan's heart was tight, only to find that the woman and the big child were also full of pain, and the eyes could not help but enter a doubt, what is going on? Have they ever been hurt by the embarrassment of accepting someone else's things? Who is it, and is it willing to kill such a small child?

At this moment, Ling Jingxuan once again overlaps Yang Lan with his little buns. Once, are they the same? Not tolerated by the world, not recognized by anyone, and even people always want to kill them.

"Cough and cough?? This family doesn't need anything from you. If you clean up the wound, leave it. If you have a relationship with us, you will be punished."

In the corner, the voice of the old man's hoarse voice came out with a coughing sound. Ling Jingxuan couldn't check the frown. He put the silver spindle back on the table and then got up and went to the old man: "The old man, what punishment? Who will punish you? Why do you? Was it punished?"

Don't blame him for a lot of things, but this one is too strange, and the child really makes him feel bad.

"You can't manage it?? Keke?? You shouldn't take it, leave it, leave it quickly??"

The old man looked up and his eyes were almost obscured by a layer of milky white film. Only the dark part of the eye was visible. Ling Jingxuan almost immediately reached a conclusion. She couldn’t see it. No wonder they didn’t look up after they came in. If normal people don't like it, will they be reflective when they come in?

"Yeah! You don't talk to the Lord, he is uncomfortable!"

The big boy walked over to help him shun, and he turned back and stared at him. Ling Jingxuan seemed to realize that he was doing a lot of things. He touched his nose and stood up, and the corner of his eye inadvertently swept the old black fingers. Look at him because of the severe cough and reach out and reveal his wrist. The blood vessels above it are black. Some old and thin old people will get darker in the age of blood vessels, but it is definitely impossible to be black, combined with his eyes and Cough, obviously, he is not because of the old talent, but is poisoned and chronic.

"Sorry, I have no intention of offending."

By the vacant space, Ling Jingxuan looked at the old man's fingers in a quiet manner. It looked like a dry finger, and the fingertips were very smooth. As far as the situation of the family is concerned, this is impossible. Is it impossible? They are not farmers, but what big family members come out? This family is too strange.

Knowing that he is unpopular in this home, Ling Jingxuan is no longer reluctant to talk to himself. He simply squats on the table and closes his eyes. The old man’s cough is still constant. The children come back and forth several times. It should be for him. Water or something, unconsciously, Ling Jingxuan, who is physically injured and exhausted, actually slept.

"Ok?"

When he woke up, Yan Ruirui had already returned. He was still wearing a woman's burlap coat on his body. Ling Jingxuan looked up and looked at the woman who was smirking across the face. Should she put it on him? There is no reason for the warmth in the heart. The South Xinjiang people have a lot of extravagance. He is also a little bit of a taste. Although the tone of this family is not good, they also accept them. The woman seems to have some mental or IQ deficiencies, but he sleeps. When you are wearing a coat, it is really good for this family.

"Ling Shu, are you awake? Uncle Yan has caught a lot of game, and today we can have a good meal."

The artichoke that ran in and out saw him woke up, swept the previous abnormality, and the black face was full of excitement. Ling Jingxuan had not had time to talk. Yan Ruirui came in from the outside: "Are you awake? Go to the dressing, There are many wild game in this mountain. I played three rabbits and two chickens. Yang is getting it, and I can eat it with good medicine."

The terrain here is like the sunken beach at the foot of the mountain. After the man went up the mountain, he realized that there are many wild game in the forest. Because there is no martial arts and no bows and arrows, men can only set traps to catch some hare pheasants. It was difficult for him to have enough food and clothing. He also took the opportunity to inquire about it. It turned out that there was a tribal village on the mountainside from here. But when he wanted to ask more carefully, the man decisively stopped talking. He only knew his surname. Yang, called Yang Jinghong.

"Well," he looked at the child who was invited to work. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but smile. After reaching out and touching Yang Xiao's black face, he stood up. Yan Ruirui carefully held him and picked up the previous Yang Jinghong gave them. Medicine, Jing Xuan, since there is no objection, that medicine should be the medicine to treat the wound.

"Go to the backyard."

Out of the door, Ling Jingxuan signaled him to go to the backyard. In fact, there is no such thing as a backyard. The back is simply an open-air latrine. However, it can be seen that Yang Jinghong is also diligent and clean. No smell.

"Let's wait, I'm going to pick up the water."

He handed the medicine to him, Yan Ruirui turned and went to the front. After about a minute, he took more than half of the bucket of water. Ling Jingxuan smiled and looked at it. He couldn’t help but sigh: "The scoop does not take one, you Let me plunge into the bucket?"

"Amount? Naughty! This is going to get you!"

The brain was black, and Yan Ruirui then scratched his nose. When he turned around, Ling Jingxuan poured half of the bucket of water into the latrine, and released the Crescent Moon Spring at a very fast speed. A bucket of water, the bucket just put it, Yan Ruirui is back, but fortunately he can not see the Crescent Moon Spring, Ling Jingxuan smiled and put it away, not that he wants to deliberately glaring at him, but now is not the time to say this.