Wang Yuan squatted down and looked at the uneasy little guy in front of her, feeling sour in her heart, "Mother went to the mountains to pick some wild vegetables, and you waited obediently at home." Xiao Mohua lowered his head and didn't speak, Wang Yuan held him in his arms and gently comforted him with his hands. Let him stay at home well. Then he walked up the hill with his tools.

On the way, I met Aunt Li in the village, in the memory of the original owner, Aunt Li was good to her little buns, and brought him food from time to time. Thinking of this, Wang Yuan stepped forward and said hello, "Aunt Li." ”

Aunt Li looked at her in surprise, this is a change today, don't say hello in the past, it's good not to scold when you meet. Aunt Li scratched her head, a little puzzled, looked at Wang Yuan's back and sighed, "It's a pity that Xiao Er is such a good child and follows such a mother." ”

It's even more difficult to change the image of the original owner before them! Wang Yuan sank her eyes and lowered her head to think.

"The environment in this ancient world is good, and the air is fresh." Looking at the mountains full of leafy branches, densely growing woods of different sizes and varieties, Wang Yuan took a breath of air, and a gust of mountain wind blew, she felt nervous.

Most of the wild vegetables grow in the mountains and forests, and Wang Yuan stepped on the lush weeds to walk towards the large mustard flowers, and she gently dug them out with her tools.

Wang Yuan wiped the sweat on her head with her hands, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, "These wild vegetables are enough to eat for several days." She looked at the basket full of wild vegetables.

Then look for any other pheasants or other game in the mountain, and then you can make a trap and try your luck. Wang Yuan remembered the skinny little bun at home.

She can't eat wild vegetables every day, she doesn't understand business activities and ancient investment, she only has the old profession of chef, to see if she can go to a restaurant to be a chef, and if she can't buy recipes, she can also buy recipes. Thinking of me as a modern chef, can I starve to death in ancient times, Wang Yuan thought secretly.

The further you go into the mountains, the thicker the woods become. "Huh! Pheasant. Wang Yuan's eyes lit up, only to see a pheasant coming out of the jungle, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly chased after it, and she didn't want to think about whether she could catch up. Alas, it's all because of hunger.

She walked around the mountain, looking at the same trees, she was a little confused, a little unable to find her way out. Now the pheasant has run away, and the wild vegetables have been thrown in place.

Wang Yuan walked to a place with a sad face, and at this time, she found that there seemed to be something in the jungle in the distance, and she happily pulled her legs and ran there.

She looked at the man lying on the ground with a puzzled face, Wang Yuan squatted down to take a closer look, a little flustered. She noticed that the man's face was pale, and the wounds on his body were spurting blood, staining his black clothes red.

Wang Yuan touched the pulse on the man in black's hand and found that he was only seriously injured and unconscious, and there was still a pulse, but he was not dead.

"Hey, are you still conscious?" Wang Yuan looked at the wilderness of the woods, and didn't know why he was injured here, so he pushed his body with his hand.

Who is this person and why is he injured and unconscious here, it seems that this will bring trouble to her and Xiao Baozi, Wang Yuan sank her eyes, and she was a little worried. "Alas, save it, save people's lives, but it's better than the seventh-level floating slaughter." The man was still bleeding, and he didn't know how many injuries he had suffered, so he had to find some herbs to stop the bleeding first.

Looking at the medicinal herbs not far away, Wang Yuan was extremely grateful to his modern self for his understanding of medicinal herbs.

In a quaint room. A little sunlight shone in, illuminating the room, but not the darkness deep inside.

"Master," said a man dressed as a servant, bowing his head slightly, "he is injured, but his trace is unknown now." ”

Hear the words.

"Waste, after spending so much money and energy, people still don't die." A chill flashed in the eyes of the man sitting on the chair, and he said angrily, he waved his hand vigorously and roared angrily, "Go down, give me more people to find it." ”

The man bowed slightly, bowed down respectfully, and retreated.

"Such a good opportunity has been missed, and it will be difficult to kill him in the future." The fox-like eyes shone shrewdly, and he picked up his teacup and muttered. As if nothing had happened, he was calm, and only when the killing intent in his eyes exposed him could he understand that his heart was not at peace.

After Wang Yuan's efforts, she finally found a way out and brought the man in black who had stopped the bleeding home.

Thanks to her family being located in the most remote part of Peach Blossom Village, otherwise her actions would have been discovered.

Xiao Mohua leaned on the side of the bed and looked curiously at the man brought back by his mother, "Mother, who is he?" ”

The hand that was wiping the man's face paused, "Uh... I don't know," Wang Yuan said tangled as she looked at the carved facial features and angular face.

"Aren't you afraid?" she asked curiously, the man covered in wounds and bleeding. A child should not be so calm when he sees this scene.

"My mother will protect me," he believes.

Wang Yuan stroked his little head lovingly, but did not answer.

Xiao Mohua can already feel Wang Yuan's heart, and her smiling appearance is particularly cute.

Wang Yuan focused on the injured man and looked at it.

But looking at the black clothes on this person's body like silk, he should be a rich guy, and when he recovers from his injuries, he can blackmail him, Wang Yuan thought as he applied the herbs picked from the mountains to several knife wounds on his body.

"Mother, I'm hungry" Xiao Mohua's soft and glutinous voice sounded, and he drank several sips of cold water to satisfy his hunger when his mother left.

"Uhhh By the way, my mother will make you a wild vegetable feast," Wang Yuan said as she looked at the wild vegetables she had found.

Using the rapeseed oil that Xiao Mohua asked for from Aunt Li's house, as well as the wild peppers she picked from the mountains, steamed, boiled, and braised them, Wang Yuan's movements quickly shuttled through these things, and the wild vegetables were ready.

Wang Yuan looked at this dish with pity, there were still not enough ingredients.

Xiao Mohua swallowed the wild vegetables in the bowl one by one, it was so delicious, he had eaten wild vegetables before, they were bitter and astringent, and they were not delicious at all.

The mother's cooking is really delicious, and he feels the strong maternal love, and he is extremely satisfied.

Wild vegetables are a delicacy in modern times, but not in ancient times, after all, there were too few ingredients and seasonings in ancient times. Wang Yuan looked at Xiao Mohua distressedly.

looked at Xiao Mohua's touched appearance, thinking that because of the original owner's pungent personality, the villagers did not like her in all kinds. Wang Yuan was extremely helpless, and he must change the image of the original owner in their hearts in the future, otherwise it would be difficult for his mother and daughter to live in this village.

After eating and drinking enough with Xiao Mohua, Wang Yuan held a bowl of soup made of herbs picked from the mountain, she raised the man's head and helped him feed the medicine with difficulty. Whether you can live or not depends on yourself, Wang Yuan looked at this handsome man with pity.