Zhao Xiang went into the tent to visit the wounded, and now the injuries of the three seriously injured are basically stable - except for the one with a broken hand, the other two are in a coma. As for whether it can heal or not, Zhao Xiang himself is completely uncertain, all he can do is provide alcohol, anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics, and he doesn't understand anything else.

Two gas lamps hung in each of the two tents, illuminating everywhere.

There were not only three seriously injured people lying on the bed, but some young people who couldn't bear the sleepiness also slept. It's hard for them, people who usually sleep when it gets dark to make villains, but now they have to carry it until more than four o'clock in the morning.

And even harder is Zhao Di, who is making the bed. The younger brother Zhang Wen was still alive just now, and now he has already fallen asleep in the house, but Zhao Di is still making beds for the villagers who went down the mountain to bury the corpses.

The marching bed was originally small, and there was nothing to make, it was nothing more than a straw mat, but Zhao Xiang inadvertently said just now, "You have to wipe it down before going to sleep", and Zhao Di listened to it. At this time, he was carrying a bucket and wiping it over bed by bed, and he didn't notice Zhao Xiang's arrival at all.

"Yikes!"

I don't know who threw a machete under the bed, and when Zhao Di stood over, he kicked it, and his big toe broke the hole. Zhao Di squatted down and covered the wound with her hands, and only when she looked up to find something that could be bandaged did she realize Zhao Xiang's existence.

Zhao Xiang helped Zhao Di up and asked her to sit on the edge of the bed, and brought a first aid kit to let her go. Fortunately, the tip of the machete was pointed inward, and the place where Zhao Di kicked was not sharp, but it was just broken.

This is a pair of slender feet, with a layer of calluses on the soles of the feet, which are not thick, but they are enough to ensure that Zhao Di can walk normally on the land. Recently, she has lived in a wooden house, and Zhao Di always washes her feet cleanly, and she doesn't look as dark as before.

Zhao Xiang carefully disinfected and bandaged the wound, but Zhao Di was ashamed, covered her face with her hands, and finally couldn't help asking, "Sir, are you okay?" ”

Only then did Zhao Xiang remember that in ancient times, a woman's feet were equated with the most hidden place. Even if this is the land of the Southern Barbarians, even if Zhao Di is forced by life on weekdays to walk barefoot, it does not mean that she can accept that her feet are pinched in her hands, and even the dead skin on the soles of her feet...... The scale of this behavior is almost comparable to that of a film shot in an island country.

Zhao Xiang put down Zhao Di's feet, stood up and smiled awkwardly: "Zhao Di, haven't you worn shoes since you were a child?" ”

Zhao Di blushed and didn't dare to look up: "When I was a child, my mother sewed shoes for me, but everyone didn't wear them, so I went barefoot with me......"

Looking up and down at Zhao Di in front of her, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, who has grown into a tall figure of one meter and early seven, but is still barefoot and wearing patched linen clothes.

During this time, I seem to have paid a little too much attention to my own affairs, but I have ignored the people around me.

"Can you walk?"

Zhao Di nodded, stood up, and moved her big toe, which was wrapped in a ball of gauze: "Hmm! ”

"Go back to sleep, and wait until dawn." These mats do not need to be wiped anymore, and the sleeping ones do it themselves. ”

"But ......"

Zhao Xiang waved his hand: "Where are you so much, go back to sleep!" ”

Zhao Di obediently went back to sleep.

Zhao Xiang went around the courtyard again and went back to the house.

As soon as it was dark, there was a little movement in the courtyard.

He Defang's wife, Mrs. He, came over to cook breakfast for everyone, which was explained by the old man, and it was the white rice that the family borrowed from Mr. Zhao some time ago. Although He Po was reluctant, the old man's words were hard: "Women don't worry so much about big men's affairs!" ”

She knew that the old man had his own plans, and she didn't even say a word about her usual babbling before going up the mountain.

Zhao Di just didn't sleep, the scene of Zhao Xiang holding her foot and pinching it in her hand kept flashing in her mind, she was ashamed to death when she thought about it, how could she sleep. Seeing that outside the wooden house, Mrs. He and a few other aunts were building a stove and starting a fire, so they ran out to help.

The white gauze wrap is very conspicuous on the toes, and everyone can see it at a glance.

"Zhao Di, what's wrong with your feet, it's not awkward to walk with such a lump?" An aunt asked.

Zhao Di in front of the aunts completely changed her appearance, and raised her feet with a big grin: "Last night, I kicked the knife until the skin broke, and Mr. Zhao wrapped it up." ”

"Yo! Zhao Di, Mr. Zhao personally gave you the bag? He Po quipped.

"Yes, just a small bite, I wouldn't be willing to use such a good gauze bandage, but Mr. Zhao didn't say that he was afraid of dyeing or something, anyway, he was afraid that dirty things would get into the wound." Zhao Di dangled to the cutting board, tore a piece from the whole pickle dripping with brine, put it in her mouth, and ate it.

"Eat in small bites! You girl, look at your hair is red and you eat so salty! Having said that, Mr. Zhao is really willing to do it, he is a particular person! Last time my Sandezi smashed the iron bull and injured his hand, he also wrapped it in three layers of gauze and three layers outside, Sandezi came back and scared me, take it apart, it's just such a big and small opening, I thought that in the future, our Sandezi gave birth to a grandson, such a good gauze can be kept as a diaper, and it will be put away. As a result, when he came back from work in the evening, Mr. Zhao wrapped it again, another big bag. Aunt Xu said.

Zhao Di said: "Aunt Xu, are you demolishing it again?" Brother Sande was called by Mr. Zhao to see the wound, and Xiaowen ran back to the house from the field to get gauze, why don't you wait for the injury to heal before dismantling it, and no one will rob you. ”

He Po glanced at him: "Zhao Di, you have to be well-behaved in Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao is a powerful person at first glance, if you are always so tigery, you can't do it!" ”

Zhao Di smiled: "Mr. Zhao doesn't care about this, he said that as long as people are rich, they will naturally have corresponding cultivation, and I am now studying with Mr. and can already recognize a hundred words!" Aunt Xu, Brother Sande can't recognize a hundred words, when you are free, you can ask him to come to me as a student, and recognize ten words and give me a big grass carp as tuition. ”

The eldest lady of the Xu family smiled: "Your ten words and a big grass carp are too expensive, if you can catch so many fish, you should save them as a wife, and recognizing words is something that only idlers do." ”

Zhang Wen didn't know when he got out, and he also tore a piece of pickle and put it in his mouth to chew: "Aunt Xu, you let Brother Sande be my student, I don't have my sister's black heart, twenty words and a grass carp will do." ”

Zhao Di raised her leg with a kick, and then gave Zhang Wen a violent slap on the head: "Something without conscience!" You don't know more than 20 words, and you still want to change the grass carp of Brother Sande! ”

"Sister ......"

Zhang Wengang wanted to defend himself, but there was another chestnut on his head, so he quickly covered his head and didn't speak. After walking to a safe distance, he muttered: "If Mr. is here, why are you like a mouse, you don't even dare to squeak, Mr. is not there, you know that you beat me every day, and your literacy is slow, you are even more stupid when you are so stupid, and you forgot the words you learned last night!" ”

Zhao Di bit the pickle stick on her mouth and rushed over directly, the speed was so fast that Zhang Wen only escaped a few steps before he was caught up, and there was another chestnut on his head, threatening: "You try to say one more thing!" ”

Zhang Wen rolled his eyes and didn't dare to say any more.

But the aunts all laughed, and He Po smiled: "Zhao Di, you can cure your Xiaowen, take care of it, let him study and read well, and in the future, he will be like Chen Xiucai in Liushui Village!" ”

Zhang Wen glanced at him again: "Who wants to be like Chen Xiucai, I want to be like Mr. Zhao, be an immortal!" ”