Now that he had a place to live, water, and fire, Yang Nan lay down quite satisfied. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Nan gently touched the wound on his chest, it was still numb, there was a little pain, it seemed that the poison had not been resolved, and he felt quite comfortable before it should be the cold river water stimulating the body, so he would dilute the feeling of the wound, and now he has been busy for a long time, and when he calmed down, Yang Nan felt the feeling from the wound again.

In order to distract himself, otherwise he would focus on the wound, Yang Nan decided to find something to do, thinking about it, or go to the river to catch some fish, first, to fill his stomach, and secondly, to use river water to wash the wound and dilute the feeling of the wound.

Yang Nan first added some reed rods to the fire, so as not to wait for the next time to come back, but the fire was extinguished, and it would be very troublesome to relight the fire at that time. After making sure that the fire would not be extinguished after walking away for a long time, Yang Nan walked slowly to the river, because walking too fast would pull the wound, but even if he walked slowly, it still made Yang Nan sweat uncomfortably.

When walking by the river before, Yang Nan saw that there were fish in the river, but how to catch fish was the problem, thinking about it, Yang Nan still planned to rely on the reed pole, Yang Nan pulled out a thicker and longer reed pole, and sharpened the end with a kitchen knife, Yang Nan planned to use this reed rod as a harpoon to die, if you are lucky, you can fork it up at once.

Yang Nan took the reed rod in his hand and checked it, the amount was still okay, but Yang Nan still had to fork it hard when he speared the fish. But now Yang Nan's right chest is injured, naturally he can't use his right hand to fork fish, in desperation, Yang Nan can only use his left hand to fork fish, but Yang Nan is right-handed, after all, the left hand is not as flexible as the right hand, and the strength of the right hand is not great, so when Yang Nan stood in the river to fork the fish, he forked for a long time, and only then forked a small fish with long palms, and at the same time Yang Nan was tired enough, and he didn't have much strength.

Slowly, with the only little strength left Yang Nan moved back to the shore with difficulty, the tired body, under the effect of the wound, became more and more tired, Yang Nan thought to himself, I must persevere, finally went up to the shore, Yang Nan directly picked up the kitchen knife to cut the fish first, washed it in the river before bringing the fish back to the fire, still with a reed rod to put the fish up, set on the edge of the fire and slowly roasted, after a while, the fish oil dripped, accompanied by the spark jumping "crackling", exuding "zizi" Yang Nan swallowed his saliva, yes! It was so fast to be able to taste such a delicious taste in the wilderness!

I can only get through it tonight, and when I finish eating the fish, Yang Nan plans to go to bed, and I can hurry to the town when I have enough energy.

Three mouthfuls and two bites, the small fish was wiped out by Yang Nan, very good taste, the meat is very tender, it is rare to eat it like this, Yang Nan also feels quite tasteful, but there are fewer fish, but Yang Nan is already very satisfied, he has no strength to catch more fish, and he has no ability to fork up bigger fish.

Adding some reeds to the fire, Yang Nan put on the clothes that had been dried on the edge of the fire, and then lay down, "Ah......" Yang Nan yawned and soon fell asleep.

In the dream, Yang Nan had a beautiful dream, in the dream, he was wearing very warm clothes, lying on a soft bed cushioned by three futons, a big brazier in front of the bed, Sun Linling and Yu Qingquan were roasting chicken wings for him left and right, and Cai Die was still holding a wine glass for him on the side, after the chicken wings were roasted, Sun Linling handed over the chicken wings with a smile, Yang Nan was half lying on the bed comfortably, and he could know the chicken wings by opening his mouth directly, and then Yang Nan ate a bite of the chicken wings held by Sun Linling, and drank a sip of the wine handed over by Cai Die.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, Yang Nan shivered, Sun Linling, Yu Qingquan and Cai Butterfly are gone, the chicken wings are gone, the wine is gone, even the warm clothes on the body, the soft bedding under the body are gone, Yang Nan opened his eyes and saw that everything was back to himself curled up on the bank of the river by a big rock, the only thing that remained unchanged was the fire in front of him, it turned out to be a dream, sure enough, the dream was the opposite, Yang Nan wiped the cold sweat on his head, but in his dream, Sun Lin Ling was normal, but how Yu Qingquan was also there, and what was even more exaggerated was how Cai Butterfly was also there, Yang Nan felt that this was very incredibleDon't dare to think about it, Yang Nan patted the sand on his clothes, and quickly stood up, he had to continue to hurry, because the wound on his chest kept reminding him that he was still poisoned, still poisoned!

Yang Nan picked up a lot of sand and gravel and put it on the fire, extinguishing the fire, very grateful for the care it took care of him last night, but now that he was going to another place, he naturally couldn't let the fire continue to burn here, not because he was afraid of causing any harm, but because Yang Nan had already developed a habit and didn't want to let his affairs cause trouble to others.

Yang Nanbu staggered forward, and suddenly the wound was painful. Could it be that the toxicity is about to attack again? Yang Nan gritted his teeth, and a few drops of sweat oozed from his forehead. Yang Nan gasped for breath and held on to the dense reeds that he walked towards the river, and he wanted to make a crutch from the reeds that could support his progress.

Just as Yang Nan had selected a reed, cut a thicker reed, and turned around, he suddenly saw a hazy white mist in front of him, and the fog that drifted out of nowhere instantly wrapped Yang Nan.

Yang Nan relied on his feelings, walked forward with a reed cane, the fog gradually dissipated, and what appeared in front of Yang Nan's eyes was a clear lake, Yang Nan looked up, and there seemed to be a figure on the edge of the lake.

Yang Nan was curious, could it be that a fisherman appeared?

Yang Nan quickened his pace and walked over, and an old angler appeared in front of him.

The old man sat cross-legged on a boulder by the lake, the fishing rod in his hand rested lightly on his knees, and the fishing line was quietly and vertically parked in the lake.

"Old man!" Yang Nan called softly.

But the old man didn't answer, Yang Nan took a closer look, and the old man was sitting there with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, not moving.

Could it be that you are asleep?

Yang Nan thought to himself that since the old man was asleep, then he still shouldn't disturb him, since the old man appeared, it seemed that there should be other people who went further, so Yang Nan planned to avoid the old man and walk forward.

Yang Nan thought about walking over quickly, don't disturb the old man's fishing, but the more he wanted to go, his legs couldn't move away, so in such a hurry, Yang Nan fell on the edge of this lake, and the water splashed, alarming the old man.