Chapter 1: The Wounded Soldier

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Shi Bin hadn't eaten enough for two days, and looking at the steamed buns in this pot and the blowing meat hanging on the roof, his stomach was screaming very angrily. What to do? To eat, or not to eat? It's definitely much more comfortable to eat.,But this little thing lasts for three or four days at most.,And it's quite pitiful.,It's not much better than a flower child.。。

It seems that tomorrow I still have to go out to do something, and come back with some pheasants and hares to fill my hungry stomach. But the cold wind outside the house was as painful as a knife scraping on the face, and no one wanted to go into the mountains to hunt at this time.

In this ghost weather, he didn't dare to go out in a torn sheepskin jacket with pudding everywhere, and even missed "global warming". How nice it would be if it was warmer? When the winter is not cold, the animals have less time to hibernate and more prey, how good is that?

Xiao Hei was lying on the side and looking at the piece of meat on the roof, and he was also drooling, and the cunning hound looked at Shi Bin flatteringly, probably thinking that he couldn't stand it and picked the meat to cook it. It's also a good piece of the pie.

He remembered that he had just fallen asleep, and how could he wake up and lie in this dilapidated wooden house? It's just playing "Horse Riding and Slashing" for an all-nighter, and it actually came to this all at once.

I thought that the life in the mountains was really as happy as written in the article in my previous life, but when I lived there, I realized that it was really nonsense, but it was just the fantasy of those young literati. I have to get firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea by myself, and I have to run dozens of miles of mountain roads, and I am tired enough every day.

Thinking that I used to run 400 meters and was half tired and half dead, but now I can do this. In this way, he feels that he has become an all-round talent integrating life, survival and production.

I've been living here for four years and I'm used to this kind of life, but it's boring and tight. However, it is slightly better than the boring life of the farmer at the bottom of the mountain, who works at sunrise and rests at sunset, at least he has plenty of time to adjust, and he does not have to stick to the laws of farming.

This dark sky, with no fingers in sight, no temperature, not even a little starlight. The vast land was dark, tormenting him, a lonely fellow. The cold wind roared "whirring", and with its thick fingers, it grabbed Shi Bin's hair brutally, piercing his skin like needles.

Fortunately, he was born as a hunter, with a boar-skin hat on his head, a tattered sheepskin jacket, and a pair of cowhide boots on his feet to protect him from the cold.

Sitting on the wooden bed in the hut that seemed to collapse with a blow, he couldn't help but sigh at the rusty long knife in the corner, a crossbow that was about to fall apart, and a few simple feathered arrows. It was left to him by his father, and it was passed on to a job.

He was torn between whether to continue hunting in the mountains or to go out. In fact, it is quite happy in this mountain, there are no disputes and conspiracies, as long as you get your hands on the prey and sell it to the town to exchange for supplies. But lately, for some reason, there are fewer and fewer vendors in the town, and there are almost no people willing to buy hides and meat. The prices of essential necessities such as corn, oil, and salt have also been soaring.

It wasn't until one day that he, the Orion, ran to the teahouse to have a good time, and he knew that it was all because of the war. The greed of the Meng Yuan and the weakness of the Southern Song Dynasty led to the unquenchable war, which was full of scrawny refugees and barren fields covered with tall grass, where there were still a few farmers farming. How can prices not rise in this way?

It's just that he, a guy who is free in the mountains, pays little attention to these things, and he doesn't bother to care about these things if it weren't for the bad deals. He would only go to the mountains every day to lay a few traps and rope nooses, and then get those small prey back as food as if he were going to the bank to withdraw money, or take them to the town to sell them for other things.

He, the Orion, was a natural mountain warrior and long-range attacker, but he didn't want to fight for these shameless Song Ting, so he would rather live a tight life in the mountains.

But at this time, he couldn't stand it anymore, he wouldn't be short of meat, but he was running out of another important material - salt. He didn't want to be tired, dizzy, faint when standing upright, or have a normal or increased urine output.

Suddenly, the dilapidated door panel was knocked open, and a bloodied guy rolled in. Shi Bin was taken aback by this sudden situation, but fortunately, he was a hunter, and it didn't take long for him to regain his composure after seeing blood.

The man's outfit was that of a wounded creep who seemed to have escaped after a losing battle.

Lying on the ground, he was bleeding from a gunshot wound to his calf, and his face was pale from excessive blood loss; Because of walking in this cold winter wax moon with drips of water turned into ice, his lips are chapped and bleeding, and he looks very miserable.

But fortunately, it is winter, and there is no fear of infection in this weather, as long as the wound is treated, it will be fine, and the chapped lips only need to drink two sips of warm water. Watching him lie on the ground exhausted, struggling to crawl in, looking at Shi Bin with hope in his eyes.

Knowing that the man was dying, even if he tried his best to save him, he might not be able to live, but if he didn't save him, he couldn't bear to see a person die in front of him like this.

What to do? Save? Or not save? If he is saved, he will have no rations, and he must go out to find food, and it is not simply to find some pheasants, rabbits and other small animals nearby to fill his stomach, but must go to find wild boars, grizzly bears and other big prey. If you can't catch a big estimate, you have to go out every day to lay traps and set ropes to get prey.

The need for salt for this kind of wounded is also several times that of ordinary people, salt is needed to clean wounds, more salt is needed in food, and even a small amount of salt is in the boiled water to drink.

As for the firewood, he had to cut it every day, and the fire in the house could not be extinguished.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, it was worth taking such a big risk for a stranger, tired like this? There is less than half a month to go, and spring is coming, and if you don't save him, maybe as long as you go out to hunt twice and buy salt oil once, you can survive this hateful winter.

He was hesitating, but the pale man's breath was already wandering, and his eyes were gradually dissipating, only his hands were still trembling slightly.

No, I can't be so selfish and ruthless, if I look down on myself like this, Shi Bin drank violently in his heart, and then jumped up, ran to the stove and fanned hard with a pu fan while adding firewood to it.

The fire gradually got bigger, and the steamed buns in the pot also became hot, and it was estimated that it would only take a cup of tea.

Seeing that the man's body was almost freezing, he immediately ran over to give him frostbite first aid. He took off the man's ragged military uniform, which was soaked with some frost, and dragged him to the bed and stuffed him into a rotten quilt, but put him three or four meters away from the stove, because too close would easily make the frostbite worse.

Seeing that his breathing was free, it seemed that he only had inlet air and no breath out, Shi Bin helped the soldier up and sat against the wall, so that he could breathe as smoothly as possible. Then gently massage him with his hands.

Seeing that he had used all the frostbite first aid methods he knew, Shi Bin also sat on the ground to rest, just thinking about "doing his best and obeying the destiny of heaven", looking at the fate of the soldier, whether the prince of Yama could accept him or not.

Slowly, the soldier's body was no longer stiff, and his face improved. Shi Bin couldn't help but sigh, he was really an iron man, he lost too much blood from a gunshot wound, and he was so confused from the cold, he actually rolled in the quilt in this house with a fire for an hour and came back to his senses, if it was himself, maybe he would have said goodbye.

Shi Bin mashed the steamed buns into porridge, put some salt, and fed him one bite at a time with a spoon.

Although the soldier is in good health and has some consciousness, frostbite is very dangerous, and he will die if he is not careful. So Shi Bin had to keep him awake and not let him fall asleep in a coma.

"Thank you." The soldier said tremblingly. It was obvious that he was very grateful to Shi Bin for saving his life, but in this case, he didn't seem to be able to do anything other than say thank you, so he had to nod a little apologetically, after all, it was a big drag on the person who saved him.

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of doing everything. What's more, I hesitated for a long time. Looking at his grateful eyes, Shi Bin smiled awkwardly. He is a cheerful person, he doesn't like twists and turns, and he doesn't like fake models, and in his heart he would rather be a "real villain" than a "hypocrite".

"You don't have to say that, it's really admirable that you are willing to pay so much for a stranger on such a cold winter and a lack of food and clothing."

Shi Bin originally wanted to be more modest, but he didn't expect the military man to interrupt him and say: "Big brother, you don't have to be too modest, you can't eat enough, and you can't care about others." Little brother sees that there doesn't seem to be much in your leaky wooden house, hehe. ”

Seeing that the military man was still in the mood to joke, Shi Bin also put his mind at ease, which showed that he had passed the most dangerous time, his consciousness was already awake, and he was not afraid to sleep to death in a blur.

"It's not a surplus, but there is still a lot of food on this mountain, especially a lot of meat, so I can still afford this little thing from you. It's nothing more than digging a few more traps, laying a few more rope nooses, and buying more vegetables, rice, oil, and salt. Shi Bin said with a smile.

Knowing that this was Shi Bin comforting him, the soldier burst into tears, but he was still very weak, and he didn't even have the strength to cry, just because he wanted to express his gratitude, his face was bloody.

But Shi Bin really wanted this soldier to have mood swings, because then he would no longer feel sleepy, and he would be safer. So, he deliberately gave him two sips of chili water, which made him so spicy that he choked.

And said with a smile: "Don't want to sleep, at least you have to carry it through today to sleep, if you really feel too tired and want to sleep, then drink this chili water." ”

Chili water is not a stimulus thing, Hunan people are like drinking boiled water, but it is indeed more difficult for such a weak wounded person to drink. However, knowing that it was just for himself, the military man still smiled at Shi Bin with gratitude on his face, saying that he would do what he said and understood his kindness.

To make a small statement, the Yuan Dynasty was founded by Kublai Khan in 1271. Its predecessor was the Great Mongolian State founded by Genghis Khan. In order not to touch on sensitive ethnic issues, the book uses 'Yuan people' instead of 'Mongolian people' from the very beginning.