Opening his eyes, looking at the cobwebs and dust on the cave wall, and touching the hard stone slab under him, Jiang Baochan calmed down slightly, and slowly sat up.

I just felt like I had a hangover the day before yesterday and was forced to pour a few catties of liquor. The head is like a water tank made of stone, and it feels like it is empty, and it feels like it is stuffed to the brim.

Countless complicated pieces of information filled his head, and he couldn't make sense of it for a while, and he couldn't think about it.

Jiang Baochan couldn't help but hold his head and sighed.

A cold snort came from not far away, and if you listen carefully, there seems to be a few people talking.

Jiang Baochan stood up with the help of the cave wall, staggered to the entrance of the cave, and saw that the sky outside the cave was already bright, and several people were busy in the ankle-deep snow.

A man with few hairs on his head saw him wake up and threw a broken bowl angrily. If he hadn't picked it up quickly, this bowl would have almost fallen.

"Awake?" the bald scoop pointed to the elevated firewood beside him, "There's food baked in the morning, and it's hot over there." There was hot water in the crockpot, and I poured it for myself. ”

The man was dressed in a washed, white, close-fitting suit, and was grinding a handful of objects that could barely be counted as iron bars at the mouth of the cave. Jiang Baochan squinted his eyes and thought carefully for a long time, only then did he remember that the bald man in front of him seemed to be his own coachman, what was his specific name, and he had a splitting headache when he thought about it slightly.

Hearing the snort, Jian Wuzheng raised his head and said angrily: "Tell you to go and drink more hot water, don't you understand?"

Hey, the coachman also taught his master a lesson, if it weren't for the headache now, he would definitely understand why the flowers are so red.

Two younger men, holding firewood, came from a distance, and when they saw that he was awake, they smiled at him and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

Jiang Baochan also nodded in their appearance, but just like that, his head hurt again, and the grinning expression of the two men laughed loudly: "Sword Gongzi, don't think about anything now, don't do anything, rest well, drink some hot water." Your uncle said that this headache is not for seven or eight days, so don't think about it. ”

Jiang Baochan pointed at himself with a puzzled face, Sword Boy?

Although he doesn't remember many things clearly, and even says that many memories are contradictory, he always remembers that his surname is Jiang and his name is Bao Chan, why did he become a sword boy at this time?

But fortunately, our little marquis himself is a temperament that is at ease with what happens, and if he can't think about it, he won't think about it anymore, and he can live a long time with less effort.

The little marquis who picked up the hot water sat on the half-cut stake, sipping thorns.

In a few moments, the two younger men had already made several trips into and out of the woods, looking for dried fruits that had been unknown for an unknown amount of time, and the last trip had even dragged a small wild boar that was still struggling, and I really didn't know how they had caught such things that were covered with resin and sand and stones, as if they were covered with a layer of armor.

The bald man, who was sitting on the side grinding iron bars, made way for the two, and the two dragged the wild boar, which was about seventy or eighty pounds, to the bonfire, and the thin one picked up a stick with a thick bowl mouth, and suddenly rammed it on the boar's head, and the wild boar kicked on all fours, and went to see the Buddha without humming.

The bald man, who had sharpened the iron bar, came and disemboweled the wild boar with the rusty iron bar just now, and drank a bowl of hot water, and the wild boar was dismantled into eight pieces and skewered on the bonfire with wooden sticks.

The two young men, the stout one, clutched their chests and coughed from time to time, not knowing whether they were injured or had tuberculosis. In short, he doesn't look like a normal person.

Seeing him staring, the stout man smiled at him, revealing half of his yellow teeth.

The bald man slapped the stout man's head: "It's a fart to laugh at him, he can't remember what happened within three days of taking the Gu worm!"

At that moment, the squeak of the soles of shoes stepping on the snow sounded behind him. The little marquis looked sideways, a woman dressed in fiery red clothes, although the clothes were not gorgeous, but her appearance was as beautiful as the moon. It is at the age of youth and beauty, although it is like a budding flower that has not yet bloomed, but it makes people feel happy at a glance.

That raise of the eye, that frown, all make people feel pity.

What a woman.

The bald man snorted coldly: "Iniquity"