There was an earthy smell in the air, and raindrops were lapping against the dust, mud, grass, and trees.

The wind swept down the bean-sized raindrops, falling to the ground and splashing white mist like rolling waves.

Outside, it was dark and foggy.

It was also dark in the tent.

The wind always rolled up the door curtain, and the rain slapped in, and Qian Peiying now installed two ropes on the door curtain and tied them inside.

Song Poria stood up and checked the top of the tent, afraid that there would be a leak.

Fortunately, my father and mother covered the top of the tent layer by layer when they built it, and the innermost layer was a large piece of oilcloth, which was redundant to block the entire roof, and it looked much stronger than the shelter that those people were dealing with.

Song Fuling put her mind at ease, sat down cross-legged, and her younger brother was surrounded by a quilt, inside the quilt was a hot water bladder to warm the feet of the two, and occasionally scooped up the water bladder and put it on the stomach to warm up.

Qian Peiying also had one in her hand, but she always thought about putting the water bladder under Song Fusheng's feet.

Can you not be worried?

From the time he went up the mountain, Song Fusheng took off his shoes and wore straw sandals made by Mrs. Ma.

Straw sandals are made, convenient, not afraid of dirty, sometimes you have to step on the mud barefoot, make mud bags, go down to the river, and draw water, in Qian Peiying's eyes, the soles of her old Song feet have never been hot, and she is afraid of getting sick from the cold.

Song Fusheng wore big shorts with bare shoulders and a quilt around his body.

No, Mi Shou dislikes him and buries him, but he has to take them off, and his clothes are wet, and he is uncomfortable to wear.

Song Fusheng dragged the falling quilt with one hand, surrounded it tighter, and with the other hand, he held the hot water that his daughter filled with the lid of the thermos pot, took a sip of hot water and waved his hand to Qian Peiying and said, "Hurry up and heat up for you, I'm not cold." ”

"Don't delay anything, the water bladder will be placed under the soles of the feet, it's hot."

Song Fusheng refused again, not troublesome enough. Slightly open the curtain to look outside, and look at it while looking at it with a sad eyebrow and a sigh.

Song Fuling asked, "Dad, is there anyone else outside?" Where are you guys? I can hear them talking, whose child was bitten by a snake, and I don't know what the situation is now. ”

Song Fusheng covered the door curtain, and the rain that fell on his hand rubbed the quilt casually, and only replied after rubbing:

In a trance, I saw that a bunch of people were still there, saving the children in the rain.

Think about it, it's still good to be bitten by a snake.

I tell you, if you are bitten by a serpent, you cannot move blindly, you cannot walk, you must stay where you are.

I guess I'm tying my heart with a strip of hemp rope. Alas, tie a few more knots, tie tightly, don't spread snake venom, you have to cut the wound with a knife, squeeze out the black blood, squeeze out the red blood, squeeze out the red blood, it's not safe.

If you don't say that the snake is domineering, if you look at it and it is still blackened, you will have to amputate it.

I don't know if those people know. ”

Qian Mishou's eyes widened when he heard this, moving the knife and squeezing the blood?

Song Fuling heard that her leg was amputated, my God. Also, in ancient times, there was no hospital, and there was no place to inject serum: "Dad, what if there are still symptoms of poisoning after amputation?" ”

Song Fusheng and his daughter looked at each other: "Cut one more section upwards." ”

Qian Peiying rolled her eyes and glared at Song Fusheng. It was already cloudy, and there was rain and thunder outside, and the wind blowing was like a demon wind.

Qian Peiying interrupted: "Don't ask your father about the snake, your father is scared, and he didn't even look at it to help." ”

Song Fusheng found that Qian Mishou was a few years old, and when he heard that he was afraid of snakes, he immediately looked at him with the eyes of his uncle who was afraid of snakes and his uncle who was really a calf, and he snorted at his daughter-in-law.

Talk to your child about what they do.

Qian Peiying didn't care about Song Fusheng's facelessness, and continued: "Your father was a boy who was boundless, and when he was not old, he climbed the mountain behind others, and saw an old man in the village being bitten by a snake. ”

Song Fuling hadn't heard of this stubble, so she asked, "Later, father, what happened to the old man?" ”

Song Fusheng sighed: "What can I do, put the incense candles and paper money, blow the suona, cover the white cloth, and the whole village will serve the food." ”