"Yes, yes, it's in the back room, it's just what you're doing with that."

Apparently extra polite, he pointed to the back room as he spoke.

The two chatted about how to treat Chigo as they walked towards the back room.

Follow Zhigao's father from the back door, next to the house there is a relatively low bungalow, the roof is covered with a piece of iron, because the night can not see what color is not clear, only know that it is iron, in our rural areas many people will use, the main thing is cheap is the rain trouble, the rain on the iron is annoying.

"Stone grinding, just put it in it."

The door was not locked, Zhigao's father pushed it lightly and opened it, he touched a rope behind the door with his hand and pulled it down, a gray light bulb lit up and hung on the wall, no need to think that no one had been in this room for a long time, although it was not very clear, but through the faint light on the wall, the four corners of the wall were cobwebs, and the messy snakeskin bags were piled up everywhere.

I saw Zhigao's father lift up a pile of waste paper skins, and then blew on a stone with his mouth.

"That's it."

Maybe it was the dust that was blown up just now that entered his eyes, and I saw Jiaming keep rubbing his eyes with his hands.

Jiaming pushed the wooden handle on the stone mill, and the pushed stone mill made a roaring sound, and his hands slapped the dust and prepared according to the plan.

Boom .......

The two of them were busy for nearly two hours, from soaking glutinous rice to grinding into pulp, Jiaming, who was already tired and his legs were weak, shook off the sweat from his chin with his hands.

Looking at enough glutinous rice milk, Jiaming twisted his neck with his hands on his waist and smiled:

"It's finally good."

The water splashed, and Chidaka, with the support of the two of them, was put into a large wooden barrel filled with glutinous rice pulp.

Glutinous rice is really useful, in addition to being edible, after a while, the wound after soaking instantly began to soften, and the whole body was not so stiff than before, but felt relaxed, and it seemed to have played a role.

In order to completely dispel the corpse poison, Chigo only exposed his head for breathing, and the rest of the body burrowed into the water.

At this time, it was already dawn, and seeing that Zhigao's injury was improving, Jiaming on the side was shaking his head and tail, and he couldn't even open his eyes after being tired for a night.

Under the persuasion of Zhigao's father several times, Jiaming fell asleep on the bed where Zhigao had been lying before.

At this time, Zhigao and his father were left, and they never stopped when they returned home from the hospital, and they were busy grinding glutinous rice milk all night, and their eyes were already a little swollen.