After a while, Grandma boiled the Ganoderma lucidum water, which looked a little earthy yellow and a little cloudy.

Grandma filled a bowl of medicine, then blew it and placed it beside Tahar, who carefully picked up Tahar who was lying on the lynx's blanket with both hands.

But Takhar was too heavy, Grandma didn't eat much during this time, and she was a little unable to exert her strength for a while, I saw that Grandma was a little struggling, so I hurriedly climbed to her side and helped her lift Takhar.

"Good boy, thanks to you!" Grandma said to me.

The big tiger screamed in the room, it didn't know how this fat boy who had been frolicking with it all day was so calm and motionless today, it was really a little unaccustomed to it.

I put my arms around Thahar, and he leaned against me. There is still a urine smell on his body, this guy was scared to pee his pants in the morning, and now he is still wearing that pair of wet pants, his body is full of sweat, the whole person is greasy, and there is a strange smell.

Grandma carefully fed half a bowl of Ganoderma lucidum water to his mouth, only to see that he kept coughing, it seemed that he didn't swallow it, and choked.

Anyway, if he didn't move, Grandma Ke would be really scared by Tahar.

Tahar may have sweated too much in the past half a day, and now he is a little thirsty, and the remaining half bowl of Ganoderma lucidum water was fed smoothly, and Tahar drank it.

After a while, Tahar's condition improved a little, and his fat face, which was originally a little pale and sweaty, had become a little ruddy, and the effect of this Lingzhi mushroom may be to make people's qi and blood flow faster.

His body is also a little better, and now he doesn't keep swinging like he did just now, but he still has a few convulsions occasionally.

Grandma stayed by Tahar's side and never left.

The house was a little messy, and Uncle Boli had packed up some of the things he was going to take with him, and as far as he could see, most of them were animal skins, two hunting knives, and some antlers, which were common things in the homes of hunters.

After a while, the master and Uncle Boli went into the house, and the two of them went to the neighborhood to cut some branches and came back, and Uncle Boli and the master discussed that they should tie two wooden plows to load these things, and drag them on the snow for a while, and when they found the town, they would find a way to exchange bear bile for some silver taels, and buy a carriage to load these belongings.

The master came to Takhar's side, patted his forehead with the back of his hand, found that his forehead was not as cold as it was just now, and rolled his eyelids with his fingers, then touched his neck and straightened up.

"This kid has recovered a lot! his qi and blood have flowed a lot, and it seems that he will wake up after a few hours of sleep. The master thought for a while and said to Grandma.

"Brother, thanks to you here this time, otherwise we wouldn't know what to do. Grandma said.

"Sister-in-law, these are all things I should do, and Tahar is also my eldest nephew!" The master said these words to reassure Grandma.

The yard is in a mess, two of the four cauldrons that were supported in the yard last night have disappeared, and there are many bones in the whole yard that have been crushed by the wolves and buried under the snow, and the master and Uncle Boli don't have the heart to clean up these things now.

The master took out the sharpest black dagger on his body, and saw that he took this dagger and pulled out a pine branch the thickness of an arm, and then began to repair it, there was no carpenter in this village, and the tools that everyone usually used were made by themselves, so the master was responsible for trimming the wood, and then Uncle Boli tied the wood that the master had trimmed with a rope made of animal skin, and the two of them took two hours to tie up two huge wooden plows.

Then the master picked up a lot of thin branches and carried them into the house, and he said that these slender branches were put into the pot and boiled, and after a while, these slender branches softened.

The master took off his leather jacket, put on a single coat and began to use a dagger to cut these soft wooden branches, the master has a good kung fu in his hands, after all, the flying knife is his famous skill in the rivers and lakes! Soon the ground was full of branches of the same length and thickness.

The master began to weave a wooden basket with these boiled branches, and his movements were very skillful, and after a while, there were fewer and fewer wooden branches scattered on the ground, and the wooden basket in the master's hand began to gradually take shape.

Grandma took advantage of this time to take out some wild vegetables from the cellar, everyone had not eaten for a long time, and after the bloody massacre, several people in the house began to be disgusted with the meat for a while.

I was right next to the master, lying quietly on the ground and watching the master's flying hands.

In the evening, the sun sets over the mountains, and the daylight hours outside the gate are relatively short during this season. Fortunately, the master made two large wooden baskets early.

Uncle Boli cut a few hides with a hunting knife, and made a lot of ropes from these sturdy hides, which were very strong. Then the master tied the rope to the wooden basket and made two large baskets.

After doing this, everyone ate a little wild vegetables to fill their stomachs, even if it was a dinner.

There were still some pieces of meat left in the house that had not been cooked, and Grandma boiled a large pot of water to cook these pieces of meat and use them as dry food on the road.

I didn't say anything all night, and early the next morning, Grandma got up and looked at Takhar, his face was much better, and I woke up too, and then I tried to push his little belly full of fat with my hand, and the guy lifted his left hand and hit me, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Grandma!" Takhar opened his eyes and saw his own grandma, and the little fat man cried all of a sudden, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing.

"My good boy, you have finally woken up, Tengri, thank you for your kindness. My child, don't cry, okay!" Grandma wiped the tears from the corners of Tahar's eyes with her hand, then hugged him hard, buried her head on Tahar's shoulder, and wept loudly.

Early in the morning, several people in the room were awakened by Grandma's crying, and Uncle Boli watched Tahar wake up and laughed heartily. The master had no choice but to accompany him to make a fool.

Somehow, my eye circles suddenly became a little moist, and I rarely cried, whether it was a cut from a branch or an ankle when I jumped from somewhere, I didn't cry, maybe I was used to this feeling when I was very young!

But now I see Grandma leaning on Tahar's shoulder and crying, I even want to cry, I never had this strange feeling when I lived with a wild cat before, probably because I am a human after all, I don't look like a wild cat, but Grandma and I look very similar, we are the same, I look sad at her, I am also sad. At this time, I was truly human.

After such a toss, we were not in the mood to continue sleeping, and Tahar yelled that he was hungry and thirsty, so Grandma had to bring him some pieces of meat and wild vegetables for him to eat, and the guy quieted down.

I was very happy to see that Takhar had recovered, and after hearing Takhar's voice outside the door, the big tiger called out the door vigorously, and Grandma had to open the door and let the big tiger run into the house.