After a few days like this, it was almost very stable, and such a life was calm but peaceful, but it gave people some feelings that were too boring.

Ling Mo not only asked, could it be said that he had traveled to ancient times just to live such a peaceful life? It's not bad to say that this kind of life is bad, it's just too boring, compared to reading novels on your mobile phone all day long, this kind of life is simply boring to the extreme.

Cooking every day, jumping up and down on the mountain, changing Xiao Zheng's dressing, life is the same as always.

Ling Mo will also hold his chin Xiao Zheng when he is bored, he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, he looks like an immature youth, a teenager, looks very small, if he is placed in modern times, he is a handsome junior high school student.

His appearance is very handsome, with carved facial features, and his cold face is expressionless most of the time, but the long scar has lost its elegance.

Under Ling Mo's gaze, Xiao Zheng's face turned red, but he found that her gaze drifted away from him, and most of the time she was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

He looked at her appearance, and he felt that such a day seemed to be good, and the years were quiet.

When Ling Mo woke up in the morning, Xiao Zheng was already leaning against the wall with his eyes open.

"You're awake, early." Ling Mo greeted him.

"Early." Xiao Zheng glanced at it and said.

Ling Mo got up and took the jar down the mountain to the river, fetched water to wash her face, and then walked up the mountain with a jar of water, not to mention climbing the mountain for a few days, and felt that she was not tired of climbing the mountain for the first time.

Looking up at the sky, it was a cloudy day and the weather was still cool.

"I'm back." Ling Mo gasped and said.

brushed his teeth and helped Xiao Zheng wash up by the way.

Make a fire and put water in a pot to boil, grab the flour that is not too white, and make a knife cut dough with a dough.

Ling Mo sharpened the noodles with a knife, boiled the noodles, and mixed a dandelion to cook.

In ancient times, it was very troublesome to make a meal, you had to make your own fire, and the whole process was done manually, which was really troublesome, Ling Mo really missed the induction cooker and rice cooker.

After the meal was ready, Ling Mo put the dishes and noodles on the table next to the bed.

"Can you eat it yourself?" Ling Mo put the bowl on his side.

"Hmm." Xiao Zheng nodded, picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly.

After eating, Ling Mo washed the dishes, cleaned them up, boiled the water to wipe the wound cloth, and boiled a bowl of salt water.

Boil the medicine to be taken internally.

"Let's clean up the wound." Ling Mo took the cloth to wipe the wound, the cloth strip to bandage, as well as the skin cream and gold sore medicine.

"Hmm." Xiao Zheng cooperated very well and leaned against the wall with the bed.

Ling Mo cleaned his wound again and applied a better coagulation cream to his face.

The wound has been scrubbed and disinfected by Ling Mo three times a day, and it is no longer infected, and the original purulent wound is about to scab over.

Ling Mo also cleaned the wounds on his body with salt water, applied medicine, and re-bandaged them with clean strips of cloth.

"It's time for the medicine." Bring the boiled medicine over and hand it to Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng drank the medicine in one go, without blinking his eyes.

After drinking the medicine, Ling Mo cleaned up the cloth strips that had been replaced, and cleaned up the sanitation in the hut.

After cleaning up, Ling Mo went into the kitchen again and turned out a little brown rice. Wash the wild vegetables, put them in a pot, and it took a long time to light the fire and cook a pot of brown rice porridge.

This rice is really not as delicious as rice, Ling Mo served two bowls of brown rice and wild vegetable porridge, and the two of them ate two bowls each.

After eating, Ling Mo boiled the medicine for Xiao Zheng as usual, and after cleaning the wound, she smeared the medicine and gave him the boiled medicine to drink.

After doing this, Ling Mo took the basket up the mountain, ready to pick wild vegetables, mushrooms and wild fruits, because after the last time he encountered a snake, every time Ling Mo went up the mountain, he would take a stick and beat it in the grass, and occasionally snakes were also scared away.

Ling Mo came to a pear tree, but the tree was too high, she could only pick up the pears on the ground and put them in the basket, and found a small piece of mushroom in the grass when she walked forward, it was an edible mushroom, it was not poisonous, and she picked the mushroom and put it in the basket.

Some of them were carrying baskets and looking in the woods, and picked up some chestnuts and walnuts, when suddenly it rained, and a small raindrop fell on the leaves, making a rustling sound.

Ling Mo saw that it was raining, and hurriedly ran back, and the rain became heavier and heavier as she ran, and after a while, the rain dripped down her cheeks, and her hair and clothes gradually became soaked.

"Your sister, what the hell is this weather?" Ling Mo scolded as she ran.

It didn't take long for him to run back to the hut, his clothes, shoes and hair soaking wet.

"Ling Mo." Xiao Zheng's voice came.

"Ah, what's wrong?" As soon as Ling Mo entered the door, he heard Xiao Zheng's voice.

"Wipe it off quickly." Xiao Zheng looked at Ling Mo soaking wet and said with concern.

"Oh, good." Ling Mo picked up the usual ones who didn't dry their hair, changed all their clothes, and put on new shoes.

Seeing that it was time to cook, Ling Mo lit the fire, took out the meat that had been marinated before and fried it, washed the mushrooms he picked back and put them in the pot and fried them together.

Put water to scoop up the brown rice and boil it in the pot, take advantage of this time to boil Xiao Zheng again, and after the medicine is boiled, the brown rice is almost cooked, and the soup is controlled to cover the pot and steam the brown rice.

Steam the brown rice in a pot, boil the strips of cloth, boil a bowl of salt water, use the strips of cloth dipped in salt water to clean the wound, and then apply medicine to bandage it after cleaning.

After bandaging, give Xiao Zheng the boiled medicine to drink, and after doing this, you can eat.

After the rice was cooked, the rice was put in a bowl, and then the fried vegetables were put on the table, and the two had a simple dinner together.

After dinner, the rain had stopped, it was quiet outside, it was already dark, Ling Mo lit the oil lamp.

After dinner, Ling Mo and Xiao Zheng brushed their teeth, washed their feet, and then lay on the bed and turned off the lights and began to continue to tell the story that was not finished last night.

It didn't take long for Ling Mo to fall asleep, and the next morning Ling Mo hadn't woken up yet, Xiao Zheng looked at Ling Mo, touched her forehead and found that her forehead was very hot.

I realized that I must have caught a cold after being drenched in the rain yesterday, and now I have a fever.

Xiao Zheng was anxious, a little panicked and struggled to get up, he took a deep breath before getting up from the bed.

For this girl who has known her for a few days, maybe she was sent by God to save herself! When he was on the verge of death, he appeared in front of his eyes like that.

Although she is occasionally in a daze, she is not like an ordinary child, she does not seem to be an ordinary peasant girl, she will tell a lot of stories that he has not heard, and she will sing some songs that he has not heard.

But he had to admit that his story or the songs she sang were all things he hadn't heard, and sometimes he really wondered if she was an ordinary peasant girl?

However, after discovering that she had a fever, he was very worried and anxious, and he knew that she was already important to him.