Seeing Fang Jing's eyes slightly closed, and occasionally a hmm-ah sound came back from his mouth, he asked, "Jing Wazi, is there anything wrong with your body, do you want to ask a doctor to take a look", Fang Jing quickly opened her eyes, and replied in Cantonese with a Mandarin accent, "What's the matter, your body is good, but it's a little weak."

The village was very surprised when the villagers listened to the tone of Fang Jing's speech, although they understood, they just felt that what Jing Wazi said was very strange, but they didn't hear any problems, thinking that it should be the sequelae of falling from the tree, so they were relieved, and shouted to the villagers to go home and prepare to do their work.

Fang Yuan watched his brother wake up, he didn't have to die, wiped his tears and smiled happily, he was probably very happy, the two small dimples were deeply imprinted on this little face, Fang Jing looked at the flawless smiling face of this little baby, with a gentle face, Fang Jing used to love his little sister very much, and often took it to play with him when he was a child.

Fang Jing watched the village and the villagers leave, there was no one around, leaving only the little sister Fang Yuan and a little baby, thinking about why there were only so two people in this family, it was very boring.

"Little sister, what about my parents." Fang Jing opened her mouth to ask Fang Yuan in Mandarin, but in fact, Fang Jing's Cantonese was not well learned.

Fang Yuan listened to the tone of his brother's speech, which was very strange and understandable, but it was not the tone they usually spoke.

"Brother, my father and mother are gone." Fang Yuan lay on his brother's chest, opened a pair of big eyes and said, Fang Jing listened to this answer, and his heart tightened, only me and my sister are left in this family?

"Little sister, you fetch some water for me to drink, I'm thirsty." Fang Jing didn't dare to ask too much, for fear that this little girl would cry sadly.

Fang Yuan hurriedly got up from Fang Jing's chest, staggered off the wooden bed, went to the stove room, and brought some water to the wooden bed with a small dilapidated bamboo bowl, "Brother, you drink."

Fang Jing looked at the old bamboo bowl, got up with difficulty, drank it clean with the bowl, and asked the girl to make another bowl.

Fang Jing drank water, quenched her thirst, and her body had a little strength, so she looked into the house; A small wooden bed, the bed is spread out with straw mats, the straw mats are very loose, and there is a rag quilt, which can be regarded as a quilt, and the only thing made of cloth on the bed can only be called a quilt. In the middle of the room there was a small wooden square table, less than half a meter high, and there were three bamboo bowls on the table, one of which was still broken, and there was nothing left in the room.

Fang Jing eased up after a while, her body also had a little strength, she got out of bed, and wanted to find shoes, no, she really didn't, she didn't see shoes for a long time, and then she looked at her sister's bare feet to know that she really didn't have shoes.

Fang Jing could only get out of bed barefoot, walked out of the door with difficulty, wanted to take a closer look at this home, looked up and saw that the morning sun was shining from the left, her eyes squinted and squinted at the sun, turned her head to see the little sister following Fang Jing's buttocks, turned around and walked a few steps forward, and began to carefully look at this home, the house is in the shape of 7, the door is open in the middle, the main house has two rooms, the right room is empty, only a large wooden barrel with a lid is placed in the corner of the house, the left room is the room with a small bed, and the right side of the door is the stove room, In all the rooms, only the door of the main room is blocked by a door panel, and the stove room at least does not see a door panel.

Fang Jing raised his legs and walked into the stove room, and saw that in addition to some firewood in the stove room, there was a small earthen stove, and there was a clay pot, a wooden barrel, a small square chair, a bamboo spoon, and an iron knife on the stove, and nothing else was missing.

Fang Jing walked out of the stove room, stood in front of the house, looked up into the distance, only to find that Fang Jing's house is in the northwest of the village, the terrain is the highest, you can overlook the whole village, the house sits in the north and faces south, the east is a big banyan tree, there is a distance of about two or three hundred meters from Fang Jing's house, there is a small river running through the middle of the field in the south, there is a continuous rice field in the west, and then there are continuous mountains and forests in the distance, and the north is slowly going up, it is also a continuous mountain forest, but most of it is bamboo, and the mountains are full of green at a glance.

After about two quarters of an hour, Fang Jing felt very hungry, only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten breakfast, and estimated that the time should be half past eight, so he turned around and walked into the house, came to the barrel in the right room, lifted the lid and looked at it, it was empty.

"Don't you have rice and noodles at home?" Fang Jing looked at the little girl who was following her and asked softly.

"Brother, there is no rice and noodles at home, and Aunt Xiu occasionally cooks and eats them." Fang Wan replied.

"What do you usually get to eat?" Fang Jing asked calmly, thinking that there should be something else to eat besides the ones given by the villagers and neighbors, or something to eat stored in someone else's house.

"My brother works for the village masa's house, and the village will give him food." Fang Jing's heartache, at this age, this body can only make a bowl of rice to eat by working for others, that is, to do some work by herself and share it with her little sister, no wonder she looks malnourished, looking at the little girl's thin appearance, I am afraid that she has not eaten a full meal for a long time.

Fang Jing calmly thought about how to eat a full meal, at least he had to solve the problem of eating first, and then solve the problem of cold and warmth, thinking about all kinds in his heart, thinking about all kinds of things in his previous life, how to solve the problem of eating first. Farming? Forget it, it's too slow, doing business, no capital, what can you do, you can't do anything.

Fang Jing raised his legs and walked to the stove room, picked up the only iron tool in the house, the knife, and then tried his hand, it was very heavy, and the wooden handle was half a meter long, very dull, looking at the kind that could not be cut to death, he carried it to the gate and took a stone, and sharpened the knife.

"Little sister, you bring a bowl and get some water." After grinding it a few times, it feels very dry, and asking the little girl to get some water may be able to sharpen this broken knife better.

"Brother, what are you sharpening this knife for?" After the naïve Fang Yuan came over with the water, he squatted down and watched his brother sharpen his knife, and asked softly.

"Sharpening knives must be useful, wow, my brother will get you something to eat in a while." Fang Jing didn't answer in detail, she would be very hungry.

Fang Yuan didn't know what his brother could do by sharpening his knife, so he could only nod his head heavily, hoping that his brother would not die again, maybe this was the deepest thought in her little heart.

After Fang Jing sharpened the knife, it could be said that he could sharpen it casually, feeling that he could cut the branches, and then went to the right side of the house, Fang Jing thought about going to the edge of the forest to find some wild hemp, wild teng strips or something, peel some skin and make it into a rope, so that at least there would be a durable and strong rope.

I walked to the edge of the forest to look for wild hemp, looked at a lot, cut some at random, sat on the ground and peeled off the wild hemp, peeled off the wild hemp skin, used a knife to remove the surface, put it aside and then continue to peel.

Fang Jing took about half an hour to get the wild hemp, hugged it and went home, he was afraid that the little girl would be afraid of being alone at home, such a small person, staying in a home with nothing, and starving, thinking that at least she was there, the little girl would feel more at ease.

Fang Jing returned home and saw the little girl sitting on the edge of the gate looking boredly into the distance, Fang Jing thought that she probably missed her father, Fang Jing had never seen what her father and mother looked like in this life, but he did not mistake his respect for his father and mother with this body.

"Brother is here, don't be afraid, brother will let you eat enough." Fang Jing walked to the side of the little sister, gently hugged the little sister with her hand, and said to the little girl with relief, this may be the promise that a brother should give to his little sister.

The little girl didn't know what to say in her heart, so she nodded heavily, which was a response to Fang Jing.

Fang Jing picked up the wild hemp, asked the little sister to get some firewood to come over and burn it, and the little girl obediently went to the stove room to make a fire, and after a while, she came over with a handful of burning firewood in both hands.

Fang Jing hurriedly took it and put it on the ground, put the wild hemp skin on the fire to dry it with some water, and then slowly rolled it into a thin rope, rubbed about a dozen of them, and then chopped the hemp stem into twenty centimeter-long pieces with a knife, and finally tied all the hemp sticks with hemp rope and carried them on his back.

"Little sister, let's go, I'll take you to that forest to put a slingleg and catch a rabbit for you to eat." Fang Jing happily said to her little sister, hoping that her little sister would be happier too, so that she wouldn't keep looking at him with helpless eyes.

Fang Yuan didn't know what her brother was talking about, but it didn't affect her to follow her only relative to what slings she wanted, and she happily followed her brother to the forest.

Fang Jing took Fang Yuan's little hand and slowly walked into the forest, her eyes searching everywhere for where the path would be an animal. Fang Jing was a rural person in her previous life, so it was naturally easy to see the path of animals, and it was easy to get a sling cover; After walking for almost a mile, I saw a lot of edible plants, such as bracken, wild onions, wild garlic, purslane, dandelions, camellia, bitter herbs, amaranth, etc., Fang Jing thought that he would pick some to eat when he came back later.

Fang Jing led Fang Yuan to the depths of the forest, it is estimated that there is a look of three or four miles, wild grasses are overgrown everywhere, the woods are luxuriant, Fang Jing began to lay the slings when looking for the animal path, there are roe deer paths, wild boar paths, rabbit paths, wild takines, it is estimated that the slings can't be covered, the rope is too thin, and it is useless to take no wires, get the slings, take the little sister's hand and walk back, picking wild vegetables while walking.

The younger sister didn't know what her brother was doing with these weeds, but she also picked some with her brother, and the brother and sister slowly returned home with wild vegetables, about half past eleven, when the sun rose in the sky, Fang Jing put all the wild vegetables in a small ditch about 20 meters away from home to clean them, took them home and put them in a clay pot and added water to start boiling.

"Little sister, what do you use to make a fire, I didn't see a match." Fang Jing looked for matches everywhere, but he didn't find them, lighters, forget it, this thing is estimated to be available to the immortals, so he had to ask Fang Yuan for help.

"Brother, you can only burn it with flint, and matches can't catch fire." Fang Yuan patiently lit the fire with a flint and told his brother that the match was estimated to be firewood in the little sister's heart.

"Oh, I forgot what happened to the fire, it's still the little sister who has been harmed." Fang Jing blushed and praised Fang Yuan, and the little sister responded happily to her brother, feeling that there was only her brother in the world who said that she had been harmed.

The firewood crackled and burned the clay pot, the water slowly boiled, the wild vegetables gradually changed color in the boiling water, when the wild vegetables became soft and almost, Fang Jing used two freshly sharpened wooden sticks to clip the wild vegetables out of the clay pot and multiply them in two bamboo bowls, Fang Jing wanted to find some oil and salt or something, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find anything except two people and a broken house.

Fang Jing used the broken knife again, cut the wild onion and wild garlic, cut it into fine foam, and evenly sprinkled it on top of the wild vegetables in two bamboo bowls, and scooped some soup with a bamboo spoon and poured it on the wild onion and garlic.