The young man seemed to be a little delirious, and he stabbed wildly in the air with two broken porcelain pieces in his hand, only to realize that the person had run away. He stepped up and wanted to chase it, but as soon as he took a step, he felt dizzy in his head, and the person was staggering and unstable, and finally with a "porphyry" sound, he spit out the small piece of human flesh that he had been holding in his mouth, and his whole body fell to the ground with a bang, and he fainted again.

The scorching tongue of fire licked the human flesh spit out by the young man, and a strange aroma of burnt meat suddenly filled the entire ruined temple. The crowd had just breathed a sigh of relief, and when they saw this, they exclaimed in unison, and they all gathered around, lifted the young man up, laid him on the tarpaulin, and covered him with a quilt.

He ...... Nothing will happen, right? Xiaohuan couldn't help but worry when he saw that the young man's face was as pale as snow.

Gently reached out and probed his snort, only to feel a little hurried, and frowned: "It should be out of strength!" ”

The coachman looked at it for a while, nodded and said, "This child is not very old, his strength is limited, and he was hungry and fainted for a while, so it would be strange if he didn't faint!" ”

"What then? The food was snatched up again, and there was not even a little sugar left. Wen Gang rubbed his sore hair and interjected.

Mother Wen only saw her precious son in her eyes at the moment, followed behind him, and kept asking him if it hurt here and there, which made Wen Gang a little irritable, and said impatiently: "Mother, do we have anything to eat in the car?" ”

"It's gone." Mother Wen lowered her head and thought for a while, "It seems that there is only a small bag of salt left." ”

"I'll get it." Wen Rou immediately answered, and instructed Wen Gang: "Bring a pot of water to boil." ”

When the water boiled, she gently scooped the water with a bowl, dissolved a small amount of salt, and then found a clean handkerchief, floated it in the boiling water in the pot, took it out and wrung it out, dipped it in light salt water, broke the palm of the young man, and disinfected his wounds.

The salt water must have hurt when it was on the wound, the boy groaned softly and furrowed his brow, but he hadn't woken up yet. Gentle saw that his palms were cut to shreds, and they all gasped for him. This kid is really ruthless, he can hurt himself like this! Presumably, he relied on this ruthlessness to force away the victims and save everyone.

After treating his wounds, he let out a long breath gently, probed his forehead with his hand, and found that there was no sign of fever, so he relaxed his heart a little, boiled another pot of water, and asked Xiaohuan to scoop a bowl and feed him. It was the middle of the night, and there was really nowhere to find food, so I could only let the boy drink some water first to replenish the water lost in his body due to bleeding, and everything would be said at dawn. Fortunately, the victims were also injured a lot, and they should not come back, so they gently closed the temple door, and then sat down, feeling that the wrist that had been pinched before was swollen and painful.

At this moment, everyone was safe, and they all sat there thinking about their own thoughts, and even the two scholars who were also robbed also rekindled a fire, looking at each other and smiling bitterly, silent.

Mother Wen sat next to Wen Gang, looked at this, looked at that, remembered the thrilling scene just now, and unconsciously grabbed her son's sleeve tightly, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear in front of her. But after waiting for her, she was afraid to gradually retreat, thinking of the money that was robbed, she felt distressed again, and couldn't help but mutter: "We didn't live very well in Yuanchang City, so why bother to move something?" It's good now, the silver has been robbed, how can I live in the future......" Thinking of the sadness, she came from sadness, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

Alas, Ruhua's mother is really made of water, and the tears are about to catch up with Lin Daiyu! Gentle was so crying that she had a headache, and it was hard to talk about her, so she had to close her eyes and pretend to sleep, pretending not to hear anything, and waiting for dawn.

After surviving the night, when the sky was overcast and shining, Wen's mother hurriedly urged the coachman to set up the car, wanting to leave this ghost place quickly. Seeing that the young man was still unconscious, Wen Rou couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. I accepted his life-saving grace last night, and I can't leave him alone at this moment, but if I want to take him away, what about the corpse in the forest? Now that I think about it, the corpse must have something to do with this young man, or a relative, or a friend, the ancients paid attention to entering the earth for safety, and they couldn't let the corpse be exposed!

She hesitated, and said that she wanted to bury the corpse. The deceased is the greatest, and this time even Wen's mother has no objection, and of course the others have no opinion. The coachman remembered that he had a shovel on the car, so he volunteered to dig a pit, Wen Gang insisted on following him, and gently let Wen's mother look at the young man, and he went out for a walk with Xiaohuan, breathing fresh air and relieving the depression in his heart.

The air in the early morning was still a little cold, and when she came out of the temple, she couldn't help but be blown by the cold wind, but her eyes were sharp, and she suddenly saw a lot of fat purslane growing next to the temple, and immediately walked closer, and squatted down with joy to pick it.

"Sister, why are you picking this?" Xiaohuan was puzzled.

"It's a wild vegetable that tastes great." Gentle smile: "You should have eaten it when you were a child." ”

"I don't remember." Ancient wild vegetables were very worthless things, and they were everywhere, and no one would eat them except for the poor who didn't have rice to cook. Xiaohuan sold herself to Zhao Mansion with Sister-in-law Liu very early, and her food and clothing were not bad, so she naturally didn't need to eat such things to wrap her belly, but when she thought of Zhao Mansion, her face darkened a little, and she stopped talking, only silently helping to gently pick purslane.

After a while, the two of them picked a bag full of purslane, gently let Xiaohuan take it to wash first, and searched for a long time nearby, found some wild garlic, went back and got into the cart and rummaged for a while, she actually turned over two handfuls of japonica rice, and couldn't help shouting lucky!

She took the japonica rice and wild garlic back to the temple, and saw that the two scholars didn't know where they had gone, and they didn't pay attention to it, so they only started to adjust the purslane washed by the small ring, blanched half of it first, sprinkled with salt and wild garlic and mixed it with a cold dish, although the taste was monotonous, fortunately, the wild vegetables themselves had a fresh aroma when chewed, and the shortcomings were not a big problem.

Mix the cold vegetables, gently put the two handfuls of japonica rice into the pot of boiling water, slowly boil the gruel, wait until the porridge rolls, then put in the purslane, add a little salt, it is a pot of steaming wild vegetable porridge, scoop a bowl out first, and feed it to the young man.

When the coachman and Wen just returned, everyone took turns to drink a bowl of thin porridge and split the cold dishes mixed with purslane. Although this breakfast was pitiful, but when there was some food in their stomachs, everyone felt a little hot on their stiff bodies, and began to get up to pack up their things and leave the ruined temple.