Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is eight days.

The sea of spiritual consciousness was seriously injured and could not be mobilized, and there was no way to see inward.

Yuan Fetus could feel it, but it was very faint, and as long as he mobilized his true qi slightly, he felt like he was about to break.

True qi and spirit can't be mobilized, the only thing Song Yifei can do is eat.

By eating, you can make up for the deficit of qi and blood, and as long as you take care of your body, you can also have some self-preservation.

The physical body that is close to the realm of the Martial Saint, if it can be fully recovered, the ordinary Grandmaster Xiao Cheng is not his opponent.

Of course, relying on the peasant family rice that is difficult to see even meat in the An An family, it is impossible to restore him to the realm of the grandmaster.

Song Yifei has a lot of valuable things on him, but if he takes it out now, it is tantamount to looking for death.

......

The early lark sings in the half-light and half-dark clouds, and the last morning star is staring at the earth in the distant sky, like a lonely eye.

A soft mist rose from the forest, and the mountains were painted with a soft milky white, and the white mist rendered everything hazy and psychedelic.

Song Yifei sat up from the thatched bed, tore off the grass stalks that had been tied into his clothes, put on a cover sewn with puddings, and walked out of the house, sorting out his clothes as he went.

Crash!

In the empty courtyard, An An was struggling to carry a small wooden bucket and pour water into the water tank.

Hearing the footsteps, she turned her head to look over, and when she saw that it was Song Yifei, she grinned and said:

"Uncle, why do you get up so early?"

"Activities, recover faster! Is your father and mother going to work in the fields again?"

"Uh-huh! They've just left!"

An An put down the barrel, wiped the sweat from his sideburns, and said with a smile.

"Oh!"

Song Yifei nodded, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

After putting the water-carrying things in order, An An unconsciously chewed his mouth and walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was made of stone, and it was blackened and filled with the smell of fireworks. At this time, Song Yifei was lifting the lid of the pot and taking out the meal prepared by An An's parents in advance.

A plate of bacon fried wild leeks, the bacon is translucent, mixed with slightly browned dried red peppers, mixed with fresh wild leeks, red, yellow and green are matched, presenting an excellent deliciousness.

A plate of pickles marinated in unknown wild vegetables, a plate of peanuts, a plate of fried vegetables with dried beans, and two boiled eggs.

Plus a large pot of multigrain rice as a staple food.

Some time ago, Song Yifei didn't even have the desire to hold chopsticks for these dishes. He is delicious, not to mention the delicacies at every meal, at least it is full of color, flavor and flavor, and the most important thing is that the meat must be enough.

The food on the table also seems to have a little bit of color and flavor. But Song Yifei, who has been eating for eight days in a row, knows that there are pitfalls in these meals.

Let's talk about the bacon first, it looks good, but Song Yifei was almost salted to death the first time he ate it, not so much meat as salt.

Wild leeks sound good, too, but only those who have actually eaten them understand why it has a wild character. Let's not talk about the taste, anyway, after Song Yifei ate it for two days, his fart smelled of leeks.

This kind of thing is multigrain rice, which was only made in five-star hotels in the previous life. But in this world, only the poorest class will eat.

With Song Yifei's physique, he feels uncomfortable when he eats it, let alone ordinary people.

Probably because of the proximity to the Jinlong River, sand grains can often be eaten in the dish, which is very ruinous to the taste.

If he hadn't been forced to be helpless, he would never have eaten these things.

And these things that he abandoned had a fatal temptation for An An.

An An took out his own multigrain rice and put it on the blackened stove, then turned around and poured half a bowl of pickles into the rice bowl from the pickle jar in the corner of the board, and then quietly glanced at Song Yifei, who had already set up and was ready to eat, and then squirmed his mouth and walked outside with his rice bowl.

"Come and eat together!"

Song Yifei stopped with some amusement, and walked out of the door with difficulty.

"That's not good! My mother won't let me eat my uncle's food!" An An said with a grin, grabbing her messy hair.

"It's okay! I can't finish it!"

"But my mother ......"

"If she doesn't ask, she won't tell, and if she asks, you will say I'll let you eat. ”

"Then, then I'll eat some!"

An An, who couldn't resist the temptation of food, sat down at the table, hesitantly sandwiched a chopstick of wild leeks, and then mixed them into the rice vigorously, and ate them little by little.

Seeing Song Yifei, he was speechless for a while.

Two days ago, because he was inconvenient to move, he ate in the room, and I really didn't know that this little guy was so greedy.

Seeing that An An was preparing to add wild leeks again, Song Yifei, who was really speechless, simply picked up the bacon and poured it for him.

"This, this, too much!

The little guy was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly, and when he picked up the rice bowl, he was about to pull Song Yifei back again.

Song Yifei stretched out his hand to block it, and said with a smile: "I'm tired of eating these days, you should do me a favor!"

"I'm tired of eating ?!!"

An An's eyes widened, revealing an incredulous expression.

Such a delicious thing, can you still get tired of eating it?

Seeing An An's appearance, Song Yifei was funny and felt a little sad.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Only by really staying in this era can you feel the cruelty in it. Although the last magic knife disaster occurred in Jianzhou, the neighboring Leizhou was also affected.

For those in power, it is to lose some property and kill some people, but it is a devastating blow to the grassroots civilians.

In this era, there was very little surplus food in the homes of the commoners, and as long as there was a slight delay or impact, the family would be exhausted immediately. Coupled with the chaos of the major forces and the exploitation at all levels, ordinary people are already very, very lucky to be able to eat enough.

Due to the remote location of Chiling Village, and the papaya king is still a little conscientious, although the people in the village are not well fed, they can at least eat enough.

According to the rumors heard by Yang Goudan, there have been many displaced people in some big cities, and some people are starving to death and freezing to death outside the city every day. This is still because of the spring, which was miserable some time ago, and every day a car pulls corpses outside.

Although Song Yifei has been walking outside for a long time, he has the deepest experience of ordinary people's lives, and this is probably the time.

The reason why he was able to eat such a sumptuous meal was not because Yang Goudan had money in his family, but because the mysterious woman who rescued him left some when she left.

"Why do you want to make such trouble, isn't it good to take me directly to the city to recuperate?"

After finishing the meal with difficulty, Song Yifei also stopped complaining in his heart.

"Don't eat too fast, it's easy to get indigestion!" Looking at An An, who was gobbling up, Song Yifei pinched his cheek and reminded him.

"Digestion...... Belch...... What's that?"

An An licked the oil stains on the corner of her mouth and asked with a full burp.

“......”

Song Yifei shook his head helplessly, broke the egg shell, peeled one and handed it to him.

An An, who got the eggs, licked them a few times with her little tongue before eating them little by little, and Song Yifei felt a chill when she saw it.

Eating an egg and being able to eat ice cream makes this little guy absolutely talented.

As soon as I finished eating, I heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"Brother Han, we're leaving! Are you ready?"

"Wait a minute, I'll be right away!"

Song Yifei replied to the outside, and then went into his room, took out the baggage that he had packed up a long time ago, and carried it on his back.

"Uncle, why are you going?"

An An asked with big eyes and a little dazed.

"An An, I'm leaving! Thank you, and your parents, for taking care of you during this time! If I have the chance, I will come to see you. ”

Song Yifei smiled and touched An An's little head, turned around and walked outside the courtyard.

When Song Yi walked to the door quickly, An An, who was standing there in a daze, reacted and limped up.

"Uncle, are you really leaving?

He pulled the corner of Song Yifei's clothes, his eyes full of reluctance.

"It's already been said. ”

He had regained some of his strength to protect himself. Chiling Village is not a suitable place to heal, and his injuries cannot be completely recovered by eating. It must be nourished by the best elixir.

The person shouting outside was Yang Dalin, a merchant in the village, who was responsible for helping the villagers go to nearby towns to comprador things.

Yesterday, Song Yifei greeted each other with Yang Goudan, and went to the nearest town along the way.

"Say, did you say that?"

An An lowered his head, brushed the corner of Song Yifei's clothes with his small hand, and then let go little by little.

"Uncle, wait for me!"

As if thinking of something, An An turned around and hurriedly ran to the house, but because he ran too fast and his legs were inconvenient, he also fell.

Not long after, he ran over with a wooden dagger, and put some of it in Song Yifei's hand.

"Daddy said that there are a lot of bad people outside the village, you take this for self-defense!"

"Thank you!"

Looking at the rough wooden dagger in his hand, Song Yifei was inexplicably moved.

He hesitated for a moment, and pulled out a stone wrapped in coarse cloth from his bosom.

Since you give the uncle something, the uncle will also give you the same thing, but you have to promise me one thing. ”

Song Yifei handed the cloth bag to him and said a little mysteriously.

"What's the matter?" An An didn't look at the cloth bag, but stared at Song Yifei's face and asked curiously.

"Never open it. ”

"Ahh

"Because it's a lucky stone, it doesn't work when it's opened. ”

"Really?"

"Really!"

"That's good!"

An An nodded vigorously, then took the cloth bag and carefully put it into his arms.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when the stone that he didn't know looked like was placed in his arms, it seemed that a breath was constantly drilling into his body.

"Then, the two of us will meet later!"

Song Yifei opened the wooden door and waved his hand to An An who was standing at the door.

"Uncle, can you bring that sister with you next time you come?"

"Well, I'll do my best!"