"Didn't you get the food distributed by the village chief today?" Cheng Yangyang came out with a kitchen knife and flint, and also took two bowls and a broken crockpot, and squatted down to talk to him.

"What grain?" the young man looked confused, as if he didn't know about it.

The people of Wangjia Village really have no neighborly feelings, they starved to death a girl on the mountain, and now they still want to starve to death the teenagers in the village, they really have the same disease.

"It's nothing", Cheng Yangyang didn't plan to talk to him about it, looked at his leg and asked again, "What's wrong with your leg? When did it hurt?"

The boy subconsciously touched his trousers, but he didn't dare to touch the injured leg inside, and didn't speak.

Look at his indifferent appearance, it seems that he has accepted the reality, but Cheng Yangyang doesn't care, he directly pulls up his trousers, and when she sees the leg inside, she is so frightened that she sits on the ground.

"What are you doing!" the boy pulled down his trousers in anger, and he didn't dare to look at that leg for a long time.

There was a place on the leg where a fist-sized piece of flesh had fallen, Cheng was torn, the bone was deep visible, the blood was no longer flowing, and there were no traces of medicine in that place, only traces of natural healing of the wrinkles.

But because the wound was too big, the skin couldn't grow together, the flesh was turned out to be white, and the dead muscle tissue couldn't heal itself, so it was left like this, which was very scary.

Cheng Yangyang put down the things in his hand, used his hands together, and opened his other trouser leg, and on the other side were two long and deep wounds, as if they had been cut into the flesh by something.

"What the hell do you want to do!"

The boy blushed angrily, he didn't want to see the injury on his leg, why did she have to open it!

Cheng Yangyang ignored his objections and reached out to his forehead, as if he had no fever and his physical fitness was not bad.

"It's nothing, I borrowed these things, you stay well, I'll come back to you later", she was relieved knowing that he couldn't die for the time being, and with the things, Cheng Yangyang left happily.

The boy looked at her back as she left, inexplicably.

Cheng Yangyang took the things back to the thatched hut and took the chicken to the stream to clean it, originally wanting to roast it directly, but she gave up and used the borrowed crockpot to stew the chicken.

While the chicken was stewing, she went to the foot of the mountain to pick some plantain that was used as grass, but the villagers picked too much wormwood, and the rest was old and hard, so she gave up.

Wash the plantain and put it in a clay pot and stew it with the chicken, which can stop the bleeding.

Until she ate her first hot dish in the world, Cheng Yangyang sighed a little, why the company only sends rice noodles during the holidays, and does not even send salt together, she is now eating tasteless chicken, which is not enough to enjoy.

But fortunately, this chicken is pure and wild, with its own delicious and fresh fragrance, which greatly adds points to this pot of chicken.

She only picked out some chicken necks, chicken feet, and chicken racks and so on, and she kept the meaty chicken legs and chicken breasts, and when it got a little darker, she sent them to the boy.

Lying on the hard mud floor behind the house, Cheng Yangyang looked at the starry sky that he could rarely see in his previous life, and felt that there were so many stars that he could suppress the entire sky, which was extremely vast.

Wangjia Village at the bottom of the slope gradually returned to tranquility, after dark, there was not a single family with lights on, everyone went to bed early, only the frogs and cicadas in the fields, louder and louder.

Bringing the chicken soup that was still warm, under the moonlight, Cheng Yangyang sat on the ground cautiously, moving his butt downhill little by little, for fear of knocking over the chicken soup.

According to the memory of the day, she quickly found the boy's home, went directly into the yard without knocking on the door, and only knocked on the door when she reached the front of the house.

"Are you asleep? I'm Cheng Yangyang," she forgot to ask the boy's name.

The people in the house had actually heard that someone had entered the yard and thought it was a thief, but his family was so poor that he didn't have a grain of rice, so what thieves were he afraid of?

It wasn't until he heard the person who came speak that he knew that Cheng Yangyang was coming, he thought that what she said during the day was just talking, he didn't take it seriously, he didn't expect her to really come.

It's just that......

"What are you doing here?" he tried to open the door for her again, and her appearance outside the door shone into his eyes along with the moonlight.

Cheng Yangyang lifted the crockpot in his hand and shook it in front of him, turned around and sat on the threshold, put the crockpot on the ground, took out the bowl, and poured him a bowl of chicken soup and meat.

"Eat something, it's good for your health", she didn't look back, just held the bowl and waited for him to take it.

When the crockpot was opened, the boy smelled the smell of meat, and he hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach subconsciously cramped and growled, and the sound was not big or small, and both of them could hear it.

"Where did you get it?" The young man did not take the bowl in her hand, but stepped forward and sat with her on the threshold, one by one, a meter away.

"I picked it up from the back mountain, I can't finish it, I'll bring it to you to eat", Cheng Yangyang saw his awkward appearance, directly stuffed the bowl into his hand, and then sat back in his original position.

The young man looked at the bowl in his hand in a daze, and the temperature of his palm flowed to other parts of his body, making him clearly feel that the thing in his hand was real, it was really a bowl of meat!

"There are a lot of hurtful things on the mountain, why did you go up the mountain!" the young man seemed to think of something, and shouted anxiously at Cheng Yangyang.

Cheng Yangyang was startled by his sudden loud shout, "You be quiet, don't wake everyone up."

"I'm just lucky to pick it up, do you like to eat it!" she whispered to him threateningly and threateningly, not only did he have a temper, but she also had a good temper!

Being threatened by her like this, the young man was really frightened, he was already hungry and panicked, he thought that he had long been used to starving and waiting to die, but when he saw this bowl of chicken soup, his stomach was fully awakened again.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, and his tears fell after not eating meat for many years.

"Hey, what are you crying about?" Cheng Yangyang said with a little disgust, no, it's just a bowl of chicken soup.

The boy ignored her, he cried and ate at the same time, and under the moonlight, none of them spoke, only the sound of him eating.

Until he finished eating and put down the bowl, Cheng Yangyang was waiting for him to speak, and if he said anything else, at least he had to say thank you to her!

After waiting for a while, he still didn't speak, Cheng Yangyang silently complained in his heart about the quality education of this era, picked up the crockpots and bowls on the ground, and she got up to leave.

"Stay well, I'll come back when I'm free", her tone was not very good.

"My name is Wang Xiaoshan, thank you, thank you."

Cheng Yangyang walked to the gate of the courtyard, a slightly anxious voice sounded behind her, she lowered her head and smiled, without looking back, "Got it."

With that, she disappeared into the night.

A girl brought him food overnight, and if he lived, he would marry her into the house! The young man swore secretly.

It's a pity that Cheng Yangyang, who was busy climbing home, didn't know what the young man was thinking, if she knew, maybe she would be laughed to death by him!