The situation is so bad that I can't even run the tuna method, and I really don't feel safe at all.

The body is the capital of the revolution!

"Cook dry rice." Jin Li told her, she knew that her family was poor, there was not much food left, how much to eat, and what would she have to do once her body recovered.

Eat the collapse first.

The room was like a hanging chime, Zhao Shu couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and nodded happily.

Jin Li asked, "What kind of dishes do you have at home?" ”

Zhao Shu replied: "Potato taro." ”

There are two acres of thin fields, and the grain and vegetables in the field are mainly to fill the stomach.

"Stir-fry the potatoes and taro in oil, and stuff the rice." Jinli is not surprised, the poverty of the family is obvious to all.

"Okay." Zhao Shu wiped his hands with his shirt, gently lifted Jinli's arm and said, "In the future, you will call me in the house, your body will be better, don't walk around on the kang." ”

"Hmm." Jinli agreed softly, and the original body had a good brother.

Before it was dark, Zhao Shu took a bowl of rice and put it on the table, helped Jin to leave the kang and walked out.

Jinli: "Where are you going?" ”

"I'll go to the stove room and eat." Zhao Shu's eyes drifted.

Jin Li glanced at him: "Bring it to eat together." ”

"No, no, the stove is warm, I like to eat in the stove." Zhao Shu waved his hand in embarrassment.

"Brother, look me in the eye and don't lie." Zhao Shu hung his head and was silent, obviously wanting to resist, Jinli knocked on the edge of the bowl, and said undoubtedly: "Go to the dinner, you broke your body, what should I do, I was so seriously injured, I didn't want to recover in three or five months, I can only wait for death without you to serve me." ”

Looking at the heart-rending cry he cried on the mountain last night, you know that this guy's biggest weakness is undoubtedly the original body.

It is better to persuade you to poke directly at the weakness, and to say it seriously.

Sure enough, Zhao Shu's expression was relaxed, he hesitated for a moment, and obediently went to the pot to scoop half a bowl of rice out, half a bowl of rice was full of potatoes and taro, and the white rice did not stick a few grains.

Jin Li snatched the bowl without saying a word, and evenly mixed half of the rice in his bowl into his bowl: "Eat, don't ink." ”

After her sister lost her memory, she suddenly became strong, and Zhao Shu said that she couldn't resist.

At the same time, I feel distressed, the fine grain at home can last for two more days at most, and there is not much coarse grain, and the grain in the field has just begun to be drawn.

Not only has my sister become extremely strong, but her appetite is also amazing.

I vaguely remember that the old man in the village said that he was sick and had a poor appetite and could not eat.

My sister came the other way around, feeling that she could eat a sheep in one meal.

Zhao Shu wrinkled his brows and before he could figure out a reason, he saw an empty bowl stretched out in front of him.

"Rice."

"Okay." Zhao Shu took the bowl and came out with a bowl of rice: "Ah Ying, you eat slowly." ”

"Hmm." It deserves to be refreshing, and the action of grilling rice has not diminished at all.

After a while, the empty bowl was stretched out in front of him again: "Serve rice." ”

"Oh~" Zhao Shu has a head and two big, his face is wooden, and he won't run when the rice tank bottoms out tomorrow.

What to do~ I'm worried!

Originally, for this meal, he grabbed two more handfuls of rice, helped his sister prepare breakfast in advance, and planned to go to the foot of the mountain early tomorrow morning, try his luck, and pick some wild vegetables that his sister named to eat.

The leftovers went out to simmer on the small stove, and my sister woke up and could eat.

But he underestimated Jinli's amount of food after all!

Jin Li observed his words and said, "I have sweet potatoes at home." ”

Zhao Shu nodded.

"You don't need to boil white rice porridge tomorrow morning, cook some sweet potato coarse grain porridge for a change of taste." Seeing that he was as worried as a little old man, Jinli's conscience ached, and he restrained a little.

It is important to nourish the body, and the elder brother of the original body is also important.

You can have both, as much as possible.

After the dinner, Zhao Shu waited for Jinli to drink the medicine and went back to the room to sleep.

Take advantage of the fact that it is not dark, go to bed early, kerosene lamps are a luxury, and there is naturally no one at home.

Enough sleep during the day, this will lie on the bed and some can't sleep, Jinli tried to use this body to run the Tuna method, the exercises walked the muscles and veins were extremely sluggish, and the blood congealed and blocked.

The spitting method runs to the bruising area, and the pain is unbearable.

Cold sweat dripped, soaking through his clothes.

Jin Li gritted his teeth and washed away the blood over and over again, there were dozens of bruises, his face was pale and tossed until midnight, and he finally barely finished the week of vomiting.

He took a long breath, licked his bitten lips, and wiped his sweat.

I felt like my stomach was shriveled and my stomach was empty.

"Brother, brother."

Zhao Shu sat up: "What's the matter, Ah Ying, are you going to get up at night?" ”

"I'm hungry, is there any leftover food in the pot? Scoop a bowl. ”

In the dark, the corners of Zhao Shu's mouth twitched, feeling tired, what should I do if my sister's stomach broke a hole and couldn't fill it?!

"No, there's only one layer of pot left."

"Then you can help me cook a bowl of pot porridge." In the middle of the night, Jin Li was embarrassed to ask for too much.

Just don't be hungry and can't sleep.

"Okay." Zhao Shu entered the stove room in the dark, lit the fire, scooped a scoop of water and stirred the pot, and the clear soup was waterless.

After thinking about it, there was still half a pound of black noodles left at home, so I went to the house to find the black noodles and knead a lump of dough to cook noodle soup.

Zhao Shu already has a bit of a broken jar.

Eat, eat, take care of it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain.

My sister's body is more important than anything else.

It's a big deal to go into the mountains.

After cooking the noodle soup, Zhao Shu opened the door and raised the curtain of the cubicle high to let the moonlight outside in.

Drinking the hot, dry noodle soup, Jinli had already classified Zhao Shu into his own category.

Cover!!

Properly.

The young man has a bright future.

At dawn, Jin Li snored and slew, and Zhao Shu carried a small basket on his back and walked towards the foot of the mountain in the morning mist.

The sun was high, Zhao Shu looked at the sparse wild vegetables in the back basket, and fried the amount of chopsticks.

Now is the time of green and yellow, not only Tuqiao Village, but also other villages.

But whatever can be eaten, there is no wilderness.

Seeing that it was not early, Zhao Shu returned home.

The gluttonous sister at home is waiting for him.

On the ridge of the field, some villagers who came out to farm saw him and took a detour and pointed their fingers.

The whisper was faint.

Villager 1: "Da Mu, have you heard that the daughter of the Zhao family is not dead." ”

Villager 2: "I listened to a little letter, but I didn't see the girl, and I didn't say whether I was dead or not." ”

Villager 1: "It's really not dead, that morning Sister-in-law Gui saw with her own eyes that Zhao Dawa came back with his sister." ”

Villager 3: "It's strange that you said it, I was beaten by more than a dozen people, my flesh and blood were blurred, and the blood was dripping all over the ground, but I didn't die." ”

The villagers interjected: "Mo is not a fairy manifestation." ”

The villagers looked at each other: "There is no cover-up, be careful of the mountain god to condemn the crime, how can the mass grave come from the god, even if there is an evil god, I see, the Zhao family is evil, we have to avoid it." ”

Villager 3: "I really should avoid it, I estimate that when the letter is transmitted back to the sacred mountain, the mountain god believers will definitely come to ask for the guilt." ”

The villagers looked at him with evasive eyes, evasive, and regarded him like a beast in a flood.

Zhao Shu's head drooped downward, his eyes were dim and unclear, and his feet were flying fast.

The attitude of the villagers was like a basin of cold water pouring him through the cold, and his sister came back from the dead, immersed in ecstasy, and he forgot the god above his head.