Sambo is indeed a delicate child.

Although others don't dislike him, he himself can always think about being treated.

Yu Mian asked patiently, "Do you really want to come in and help?" ”

"Hmm!"

"Okay, then you can help me out."

Yu Mian carried Sambo in, placed him in a chair, and then carried the wheelchair in.

She stood next to Sambo and asked, "Do you want to sit in a chair, or do you want to sit back in a wheelchair?" ”

Sanbao looked at both sides, and finally said lightly: "Just sit here." ”

So Yu Mian put the wheelchair aside.

She brought the wooden basin with the dried vegetables to the table and said to Sanbao: "You help Auntie see if there are any rotten leaves in it, and if there are any, pick them out, and wash them several times in a while." ”

"Okay."

Sanbao's temperament is relatively quiet, coupled with his unique depressed temperament, when he sits on a chair and straightens his back to pick up rotten vegetable leaves, he also looks very unique.

His knuckles are slender, and he does everything slowly, which makes him look confident and beautiful.

When Sanbao grows up, he must be a melancholy boy who is popular with thousands of girls.

There was the laughter of the children outside, although the house was quiet, but the atmosphere was warm, and Yu Mian liked this kind of life very much.

The processed bacon was cut into diced meat by Yu Mian, and then put it directly into the pot, and the stove below was on fire, the temperature was high, and the fat in the bacon was also stirred out.

The meat becomes oily and crystal clear.

"It smells so good."

Sambo slowly raised his head and looked over.

Yu Mian held a shovel for stir-frying in his hand, and said with a smile: "You can eat a few more buns later!" ”

Sambo smiled and nodded.

After finishing the bacon, the dried vegetables in Sanbao's hand were almost processed.

Yu Mian squatted directly on the ground and began to clean.

Behind him, Sanbao didn't say much, just quietly looked at Yu Mian, breathing very shallowly.

Yu Mian took the initiative to speak: "Those books I gave you are almost finished, right?" ”

"Well, I'm done."

"Already finished?"

"Yes."

Yu Mian narrowed his eyes and asked again, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?" ”

"You have to be at home, too, before I can say that."

At that time, Yu Mian and they were still trapped on the mountain near Yaojiazhuang, calling the heavens and the earth not spiritual.

Yu Mian nodded: "Yes, I'll find you a few more when I go back." ”

"Hmmm......"

Sanbao tugged at his fingertips, stopped talking, and after a while, he slowly asked, "Auntie, do you have any books on the use of poison?" ”

"Poison?"

Yu Mian's eyes flashed, but his tone was calm, "What are you doing?" Do you want to learn how to poison? Who are you going to poison? ”

"It's not about poisoning people, it's about saving yourself."

Sanbao pursed his lips and said slowly: "My legs are a disease brought by my mother's womb, before my uncle took me to see many doctors, and they all said that they couldn't be cured, so I want to try to fight poison with poison, maybe ......"

Maybe he can still stand up.

Although Sambo usually doesn't care about his leg disease.

But there is no one who does not aspire to stand up.

At a young age, he could even think of fighting poison with poison.

However, during this time, Yu Mian also quietly treated Sanbao's leg disease, but no matter what medicine she used, it could only slightly alleviate the symptoms.

After a period of time, Sambo's leg disease will worsen again.

Yu Mian couldn't even find the reason.

She also asked Li Huaize privately, and the answer she got was almost identical.

They used to see many doctors with Sambao, and at first many of them looked confident, but later, for some reason, as long as Sambao's leg disease improved slightly, it would go back and forth.

And I can't find a reason.

Therefore, in order to maintain their reputation, many doctors no longer treat the Three Treasures.

Yu Mian also thought a lot during this time.

The reason why Sanbao's leg disease is not cured may not be because of how serious his injury is, but probably because of his 'personality'.

The three treasures in the book are poison doctors with a ruthless personality, and when they grow up, they are even more unscrupulous and inhumane.

Although he is good at using poison, his favorite thing to do every day is sharpening knives.

There are thousands of ways to torture a person.

But in the book, Li Jingwang would poison people's legs to weaken, and when the injured person's legs were covered with abscesses, he would use a sharpened blade to dig out the carrion little by little, and then draw it for several months to heal the injured person's leg disease.

Everyone would look at his expressionless face and weep bitterly, or weep gratefully, hoping that he would spare his life.

But that was never his purpose.

He would poison again, destroy everyone's hope, and repeat the process until the man's wounds were exposed and he died of horror.

And he himself, in the process of abusing people over and over again, also enjoys the feeling of self-abuse.

The author is to let Sanbao have a reasonable blackening process, and finally become a terrifying poison doctor!

Therefore, it is likely that his leg disease will not be cured.

Moreover, the method of fighting poison with poison is really unreliable.

Yu Mian looked at Sanbao and said slowly: "Sanbao, if the method of fighting poison with poison works, people don't have to pursue life-saving prescriptions, you listen to me, there are people outside the people, there are mountains outside the mountains, whether it is Lushui Village or Dongping Town, they are all small places, and the doctors' medical skills are also uneven, and the most important thing is that there is no good medicine."

So don't be discouraged, in a few days, we'll leave here, have you heard of Shengjing? Auntie will take you to Shengjing, find good medicine, find a good doctor, as long as I and your uncle are here, I will do my best to take care of you! ”

"Sheng Jing?"

The little guy frowned: "Wouldn't that cost a lot of silver?" ”

"Afraid of what? We have hands and feet, and we can always feed ourselves. ”

Yu Mian patted Sanbao's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You, don't always think about it yourself, you can tell me if you have any ideas, like this time, but using poison is a little bit of damage, if you learn to protect yourself, your aunt may also support it, but if you use it on yourself, there is no door!"

You can rest assured, eat well, and follow in my footsteps, you know? ”

After a while, the little guy's eyes became clear, and he nodded: "Okay, listen to Auntie." ”

"That's good!"

**

Night is approaching, and the steaming meat buns are already out of the pot.

The children stood by, waiting to see what they were looking for.

But Li Huaize still didn't move, and even Meng Chun and Aunt Liu didn't come back to report a letter.

Yu Mian served porridge to the children, took another plate of steamed buns, and instructed: "You eat first, and Auntie will go to the door to take a look." ”

"I'll go too!"

My sister jumped down from the stool and hurried after her.

Yu Mian didn't stop him, took his sister's hand, and came to the gate.

Their house was at the end of the narrow alley, opposite a dilapidated wasteland, with scattered blades of grass flying in the wind, yellow skimming, and no life in sight.

It was quiet all around, and there seemed to be no people in the courtyard next to it.

It's amazing to find such a place.

But the good thing is that if there is any movement around, Yu Mian can easily sense it.

The younger sister stretched her neck, looked towards the alley, and said with a lack of interest: "There is no one!" ”

The sky gradually darkened, and the shadows in the distance were very depressing.

The younger sister shrunk her neck, leaned next to Yu Mian, hugged Yu Mian's legs, and asked in a low voice, "Auntie, there won't be ghosts here, right?" ”