When she came from Ninghai County, Meng Hao only encountered two groups of homeless people who tried to attack her, but after coming out of the town where the shopkeeper Wang was hiding, Meng Zhen met mountain bandits who wanted to kill people and seize money four times, and homeless people who wanted to rob money and arrest people nine times.

Although she did not encounter a large team of hundreds, or even hundreds, the more times she was attacked, she would inevitably be tired and injured, and the pain and exhaustion would be aggravated by the hot weather and lack of medical treatment.

When the revenge was not avenged, Meng Hao could still rely on her breath to suppress the physical discomfort caused by the long journey, mental tension, and grief in her heart, but in the past two or three days, she was forced to a desperate situation by these small groups of homeless people and mountain bandits little by little.

After finally getting rid of the last group of homeless people who wanted to arrest her and sell her, Meng Zhen supported her body, which had already begun to heat up, and tried to get closer to the small forest at the foot of Qianhua Mountain.

She had to find a place with water and shade to rest, and she had to find some herbs to treat her wounds and reduce fever and cool down.

The tired legs were heavy as if they were filled with lead, the groggy brain seemed to be filled with paste, and the body was unprecedentedly weak with a burst of cold and heat.

Meng Hao endured all kinds of discomfort in her body, and walked step by step towards the grove that gradually became blurred and shadowy in her vision.

Five hundred steps, three hundred steps, one hundred steps, fifty steps... Meng Hao gritted her teeth and slowly moved herself into the grove at the foot of Qianhua Mountain almost step by step.

But before she could identify where there was a water source that would allow her to clean her wounds and cool herself, her body had completely struck.

It was dark in front of her eyes, and Meng Hao fell softly.

Before she lost consciousness completely, she saw that there was one (or several?) The tall, slender man slowly approached her.

Meng Hao, who had countless ghosts in front of her and couldn't even observe her surroundings properly, completely fainted with endless worries about her fate.

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When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a large gray rock by the stream.

The afterglow of the setting sun no longer shines into the trees, but the air in the trees still has the residual warmth of the scorching sun.

Even the gray boulder under Meng Hao's body was still warmly exuding a little heat that didn't belong to it.

"Awake?" Not far from her, a tall, thin boy who still radiated a handsome light even in tattered clothes, lazily grabbed a grass and glanced at her obliquely.

Meng Hao slowly sat up with her hands on the stone, and a rag that had been applied to her forehead slowly fell with her movements.

Reaching out to take the rag wet by the stream in his hand, Meng Hao turned around and faced the young man, "You saved me?" What should I call you? ”

The young man bowed slightly, "You can call me Ah Shen." ”

"Ah Shen? My name is Meng Zhen, thank you for helping me with my fever. Meng Hao touched her forehead and found that the temperature was not as high as before she fell unconscious, and at the same time, she felt a bitter taste belonging to Chinese medicine in her mouth.

She was very surprised, "You gave me the pill?" ”

At this time, in this kind of place, such a ragged teenager was able to take out a fever-reducing pill and feed it to a person like her, which made Meng Hao surprised, and she couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in her heart.

After seeing the darkness of the human heart, she felt the good side of human nature from this strange boy she met for the first time.

The young man sat lazily under the shade of the tree, and stretched out his right hand towards Meng Hao, "Thank you for your patronage, ten taels of silver and one pill." ”

Meng Hao was stunned, but soon she couldn't help but laugh.

Laughing enough, Meng Hao gasped slightly, "You are really strange, you can obviously take my things and leave, and leave me to fend for myself, but you took great pains to wake me up, and then tried to end your life-saving grace to me with ten taels of silver." ”

The young man withdrew his hand, which was still empty, "You can tell me whether to give it or not." ”

"Give." Meng Hao pulled the coarse cloth bag she had carried, and then handed all the bags of silver she had taken from the king's shopkeeper to the young man who had saved her life.

The young man opened the money bag, reached out and took two small silver ingots of five taels, and then handed the money bag back to Meng Hao's hand.

He put the silver in his sleeve pocket, "so that we don't owe each other." ”

As he spoke, he stood up from under the tree.

"This is for you, you should treat it as an addition to the medicine." The young man said, handing a fist-sized black-faced steamed bun to Meng Hao.

Meng Hao hadn't eaten for two days and one night, she was chased by homeless people and mountain bandits in turn, plus her physical strength was not good after being injured, and it was too late to escape, so where was there time to find food.

It is estimated that this young man also saw that Meng Zhen was hungry, uh, well, it is estimated that Meng Zhen had a stomach rumbling during the coma.

Thinking of this, Meng Hao's face couldn't help but flush slightly.

She washed her hands and face with the water of the stream, then sat on the stone and bit down on the hard black steamed buns.

The young man was also eating, and he was also eating black-flour steamed buns.

Meng Hao quietly looked at the handsome young man with distant eyes while eating, and the young man seemed to feel something, and his gaze turned back to Meng Hao.

Meng Hao was a little embarrassed, she raised half of the black-flour steamed bun in her hand, "Where did you buy this?" I also want to buy some to bring with me. ”

This black-flour steamed bun is hard, rough in taste and not delicious, but compared with the white-flour steamed bun that Meng Zhen bought in the county seat or town, this stone-like black-flour steamed bun is obviously more durable.

In order to avoid the sphere of influence of those homeless people and mountain bandits, Meng Hao didn't plan to go to a crowded place next, if she could buy enough black-flour steamed buns here, then she could go back to Ninghai County in a deserted place.

She calculated well, but the answer given by the young man made her unable to do it at all.

The young man swallowed the last bite of the black-flour steamed bun, "This was given to me by someone else, and that person works as a cook in a gang of homeless people." ”

As soon as she heard the words "homeless gang", Meng Hao immediately dispelled the idea of trading with the other party.

In this place where there is no law and order is broken, those homeless gangs will not do business seriously, and the only means they take to get anything they want is always to rob it.

As for making a deal with the cook in private, Meng Hao never had this idea at all.

After all, the cook is just a cook, in Qingping County, where the situation is turbulent and food is scarce, even if the cook is responsible for cooking for those homeless people, there must be very few things she can hide privately.

This little thing may be enough for her to help this handsome young man, but there is absolutely no possibility for Meng Zhen to buy a large amount.

It seems that she still has to be self-reliant.