"I warn you! You have to rest for a few days first!" Song Xiao said crisply, "Your situation is very dangerous, you can't rush anymore!"

As he spoke, he helped the weak Han Yao to the ox cart carriage and threw it down.

Song Xiao turned around and turned back to Da Ma's side.

The horse was no longer breathing.

She saved his life, it doesn't matter if she takes some horse meat from him, right?

Song Xiao glanced back at Han Ya lying in the carriage, rolled his clear eyes, smiled, took off the dagger pinned to his waist, 'brushed' it a few times, cut a few pieces of horse meat, dragged it to the ox cart, and covered it with straw.

Song Xiao happily drove the ox cart back to the village.

What she didn't know was that behind him, there was a pair of eyes as calm as stars that kept looking at her.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, and after dozens of big bends, several people finally reached the foot of the barren mountain in the village.

A grass hut with a few air-dried beef hanging on the beams.

Song Xiao jumped out of the carriage, pushed the door open at the gate of the courtyard, and then returned to drive the ox cart into the courtyard.

A wide yard, a sturdy wooden gate, a barren well.

Unlike the small and delicate in the south, there is an atmosphere everywhere here.

He's here, to the north?

Song Xiao took the key and suddenly looked back at Han Ya.

Although she has a childish little face that can deceive people, there is a look of perseverance between her eyebrows.

If Song Xiao insisted on killing him, with his current situation, there was really no other way than to wait for death.

Song Xiao walked up to Han Ya, his shallow brows furrowed.

The Buddha often said that saving a person's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter.

But the Buddha didn't say how to feed this person.

In the past, she went to the mountains every day to pick some herbs, pick some mountain goods, and take them to the town to exchange some money to maintain the family.

It's just barely sustaining.

Originally, the conditions at home were not good, and it cost a lot of money to recuperate for my grandfather, and now there is another sick number.

Song Xiao thought about it like this, and looked at Han Ya's gaze a little unkindly.

Han Crow closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and his aura was fully open.

He didn't want to die with Song Xiao.

I just hope that his momentum can make this little girl have some scruples.

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Xiao finally didn't do it again.

Grandpa Song's eyelids in the carriage moved.

"Grandpa, are you awake, drink some water, I'll open the door, and I'll help you into the house later,"

The ox cart that pulled the goods had no carport, and Song Xiao stood next to the carriage and fed Grandpa Song water.

Song Xiao jumped to the door of the grass hut with the key, opened the door, came back, and carefully helped Grandpa Song off the ox cart and sent him to the house to rest.

Han Yao heard a low voice from inside the room, and then heard Song Xiao's brisk footsteps.

Song Xiao walked out, and his tense little face smiled a little.

Come to think of it, she had already told the old man about the rescue of a man on the way.

Judging by her expression, her grandfather should have agreed with this matter.

Han Ya's heart was slightly relaxed.

Song Xiao took off the horse meat, helped Han Ya get out of the car, put him on the ground, and left a sentence, "Take care of grandpa." ”

He left with an ox-cart.

She must have gone to fetch horse meat.

Han Ya looked at the grass hut with four walls, relieved himself, and took out a golden bean from his arms with shaking hands.

When you want to put it down, you take it back.

He's in terrible physical condition right now.

Even if you are reluctant to get on the road, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no more accidents, so it is better to stay, recuperate and then hurry.

Look at the golden beans in your hand.

Han Ya silently put it away.

The little girl was very vigilant, he could feel her killing intent towards him, and gave her golden beans, and the result was good or bad, unknown.

He didn't want to test his humanity with money.

After a few days of recuperation and leaving, this little girl, whether she has bad thoughts about him or not, it doesn't matter.

Song Xiao drove away in an ox cart.

Han Crow got up holding his chest, rolled down the hillside, and fell badly, Han Crow hesitated at the door for a moment, and did not dare to rush in.

Looking at the bruises on his hands, Han Yao walked to the barren well, there was not much water in the well, and it was shallow.

Han Yao put down the bucket, filled a small half bucket of water, drank it, and began to clean the wound.

After tossing for a while, it was getting dark, and the little girl had not returned.

Grandpa Song's coughing sound came from the house, and Han Ya hesitated for a moment, wanting to push the door and enter the house.

Song Xiao's coquettish voice came from outside the courtyard, "Don't enter the house!"

Song Xiao jumped down from the ox cart, rushed to Han Ya's side, rudely pushed him away, and said angrily, "What do you want to do?!"

Han Ya was pushed by her and staggered, looking at the girl's angry face, speechless and silent.

There was a coughing sound in the house again, Song Xiao glared at Han Ya, and without saying a word, pushed the door into the house, "Grandpa!"

Song Xiao entered the house, saw that Old Man Song's face was pale and his lips were blue, he was so anxious that his eyes were full of tears, he wiped the sweat of Old Man Song, and hurried out.

Han Crow stood at the door, pushed away by her.

Han Ya looked at Song Xiao's anxious figure and patted the sword on his waist.

Anyway.

It's not the first time I've seen this girl, anyway, she's always been fierce, and I don't know what kind of parents can come out with such a spicy girl.

Parents......

Han Yao looked at the thatched hut that was leaking everywhere and shook his head.

This little girl is afraid of having no father and no mother.

Song Xiao entered the kitchen, and after a while, he walked out of the kitchen with a medicine bowl, and hurriedly entered the house.

After feeding Grandpa Song and drinking the medicine, his breathing was much calmer, Song Xiao was busy sweating, and when he saw that his grandfather was sleeping peacefully, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Only then did she realize that there had been no movement outside the house for a long time.

What kind of moths are you going to do?

Song Xiao put down the medicine bowl, touched the broken dagger inserted in his belt with one hand, walked out of the house with light steps and a vigilant face.

Song Xiao came out with a heart, Han Ya was sitting at the gate of the courtyard, and there were a lot of bamboos piled up on the ground.

The cyan bamboo turned into thin and soft strips under the sword in his hand.

The bamboo strips are woven into soft mats.

Song Xiao was stunned for a moment.

This person can actually make bamboo mats?!

A person who licks blood from the knife can actually make a bamboo mat?

Moreover, it seems to be better than the bamboo mats sold in the town......

Song Xiao was really stunned, "Hey, what are you doing?!"

Han Ya glanced up at her, lowered his head, and the bamboo mat in his hand was quickly half braided.

Han Crow flattened it, cushioned it underneath, and sat down.

Song Xiao frowned, and when he looked around, the yard was full of weeds because of the lack of care, and sharp sand and gravel in the east and west were faintly visible among the weeds.

Song Xiao was stunned, his little face was slightly red, and he put away the dagger.

It was her negligence.

But even if he is not negligent, he is still like this, and there is no extra quilt for him at home!

Song Xiao glanced at the longer and longer bamboo mats under his hands, snorted lightly, walked to the ox cart, and moved all the horse meat into the house.

With so much horse meat, if it is not marinated, I am afraid that it will spoil in less than two days.

Song Xiao carried a bucket of water out of the kitchen, walked to the ox cart, and dumped a bucket of water.

The blood flowed down the wheels, and Song Xiao went into the kitchen again, carrying the water and walking out with a brush.

In a few clicks, the carriage, which had been stained with red blood, became clean and tidy.

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