The middle-aged man behind the door saw them leaving, chased after them, and reminded him loudly: "Come back tomorrow, don't forget to bring some ham sausages, canned food, and other things." ”

The young man with the earrings said, "I'm just afraid that I won't be able to sell it." ”

The middle-aged man said, "As long as your price is not too dark, someone will definitely buy it." Pick up delicious things, even if you bring them over, they are always instant noodles and biscuits, what is delicious?"

The young man with the earrings smiled when he heard this: "Ha Luha, don't worry, you won't be able to afford it." There is an old man in this woods, a doctor, who plays a signboard, tyrannical terminal diseases, incurable diseases, that is really black. Before treatment, ask people to fill out a form, investigate the family situation, work situation, and income situation clearly, and then set the price. Only treat the rich, not the poor, even if a billionaire or the CEO of a large company asks him for treatment, half of his family property will be gone all of a sudden. ”

When the man in the prime of life heard this, he said, "If it can really be cured, then it will be fine." For example, if you have cancer or AIDS or something, and you can be cured, no matter how much you want, it will be worth it. After all, money can be earned again when it is gone, but people cannot be saved when they die. ”

The young man in the blue down jacket suddenly interjected and scolded: "He cures a fart!" This dead old man is a dead man who asks for money, and his medical skills are better than ordinary doctors. ”

Between the words, he was very angry, and listening to the tone of his speech, he was obviously very prejudiced against the so-called 'dead old man'.

The young man with the studs answered, explaining for him: "The year before last, Xiao Lei's grandfather had lymphoma, and the whole family scraped together enough one million to find the dead old man for treatment, but he ignored it, and Xiao Lei's grandfather died last year, so he didn't have a good impression of this old man." ”

The middle-aged man let out an 'oh', glanced at Xiao Lei, and echoed: "I can understand, this kind of thing, who is not angry about it? This old man has a bad character, although his medical skills are good, but he has no medical ethics." ”

When he heard this, he suddenly felt like a confidant, nodded and said, "But isn't it? This dead old man can't die well, and who in our village doesn't curse him? When he is mentioned, who doesn't hate him? The older generation is superstitious, saying that after he dies, he will definitely go to the eighteenth layer of hell and become a beast in the next life." ”

The middle-aged man automatically skipped these swearing, and took advantage of the situation to ask: "Since it is not cured, why should others spend a lot of money to find him for treatment?"

The young man with the studs said helplessly: "No way, who makes the family famous? He is also under the banner of a miracle doctor, and some terminal and incurable diseases cannot be cured in other places, so he can only try his luck." This old man's conscience is very bad, and sometimes he clearly knows that he is not good at curing, but he does not tell others to make it clear, and only tells others to do his best, and there is no ambiguity at all when he asks for money. By the time the others knew that Lu Dao could not cure the disease, it was already too late, and the money had already been spent on Lu Dao. ”

The long-haired young man was a little impatient when he heard them talking, and urged: "Xiaoliang, Xiaolei, let's go, what is there to say about the dead old man? ”

Xiao Liang agreed, and Xiao Lei seemed to suddenly remember something, took out a piece of bread from his backpack, threw it at the middle-aged man, and said loudly: "Next." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned and reached out to catch it.

The little thunder said: "Give it to you." After a pause, he continued: "Don't give those two people to eat, and don't sell it to them, Xiaoguang does what he says, if you know that you give them food, you will be miserable." Next time he won't sell you, we can't help it. ”

The middle-aged man's Zhilu said that the 'two people' he said referred to Xu Mo and Han Ying, and smiled at the moment: "Thank you." ”

The three teenagers said no more, whistled, and rowed their skis down the road into the distance.

Xu Mo heard the cruel words that the young man said before leaving, but he felt funny.

After a while, the middle-aged man came back from outside the door, holding in his hand the bread that Little Ray had given him when he was leaving. glanced at Xu Mo and said with a smile: "Man, don't take the threat of a few children to heart." ”

Xu Mo nodded, he didn't take the three teenagers' threats to heart at all. It was only because they spoke arrogantly and too arrogantly that they taught them a lesson.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and glanced at the bread in his hand, then at Xu Mo and Han Ying, and then threw the piece of bread at Xu Mo, and said at the same time: "Next." ”

Xu Mo stretched out his hand to catch it and looked at him suspiciously.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "This piece of bread can be eaten by your girlfriend." "The 'girlfriend' in his mouth is, of course, Han Ying.

As soon as Xu Mo heard this, he knew that he had misunderstood his relationship with Han Ying, but when he was away, he didn't have to explain these things too clearly to strangers.

He gave the bread to Han Ying, and suddenly remembered something, and said to the middle-aged man: "You just proposed to find someone to go out with you to find some dry firewood?"

The middle-aged man didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this matter, nodded and said: "It's so cold, it's good to go out and find some dry firewood. ”

Speaking of this, his tone changed, and then he complained: "It's a pity that everyone is afraid of the cold and doesn't want to move. They all want to enjoy it, but they don't want to contribute, counting on me to go out alone to find dry firewood, make a fire, and roast everyone, how can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Xu Mo nodded, and then asked, "Do you still want to go out to find dry firewood?" If you want to go, let's go together." ”

The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he heard this, "You want to go with us?" That's great, let's go now. To be honest, it was so cold and I couldn't eat a little hot food, I couldn't stand the cold. ”

After a pause, he introduced himself: "My name is Ding Jian, man, what do you call me?"

Xu Mo's words were concise, "Xu Mo." Then he pointed at Han Ying, "Her name is Han Ying." ”

Ding Jian smiled at the two, and then said: "When you come back with dry firewood, let's just bake it with your girlfriend, and no one else wants to touch this light, what do you think?"

Xu Mo smiled: "Yes!" said and stood up from the mat.

Han Ying suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you." ”

Xu Mo thought for a while, and then said: "It's okay, take the rope, and then bring your multi-functional dagger, I will be useful." "He also had a dagger, but when he left the mountain, he left it for the monkey.

Han Ying agreed, took out a multi-functional dagger from her travel bag, and handed it to Xu Mo. The three of them went out of the room together.

This time, I found that the snow was so great that it covered the entire ground, and the dead branches that fell from the trees were also pressed under the snow, so that it was impossible to see at all.

Ding Jian frowned and muttered, "What should I do now?" He looked up at the tree, "Do you want us to climb up the tree and cut it?" These branches are wet, even if they are cut down, they are not easy to burn, and they are prone to smoke. ”

Xu Mo didn't answer his words, and said with a smile: "Follow me." ”

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, raised his foot and kicked a patch of snow away, revealing a dry piece of wood underneath. He took the branch in his hand, pulled it in the snow a few more times, and a few more dry firewood were exposed.

"Huh!" Ding Jian was surprised and delighted, and said strangely: "Man, how do you know that there is dry firewood buried under the snow in Ludao?"

Xu Mo smiled: "It's very simple, since there are things buried under the snow, the terrain must be higher than other places, if you pay more attention, it is actually not difficult to find." ”

"Oh!" Ding Jian heard this, but he also felt reasonable, and glanced at the snow in the distance. The snow was so thick that he looked left and right, but he felt that everywhere was almost the same, and he couldn't tell the terrain at all. And there are trees everywhere, and when the wind blows, the snow falls, and in the leeward place, the snow is inevitably less.

He looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see anything, but because of his long-term gaze, he was reflected by the snow, and his eyes hurt.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked at Xu Mo again, but saw that he could easily find dry firewood from under the snow, and there was no mistake. As long as the snow is turned over, you are sure to find one or several long or short sticks of dry wood from below.

He was frustrated, admired, and sighed: "I can't do it, man, I have to follow you to carry dry firewood." Then he said to himself: "Strange, why are you so easy to find, but I can't find it?"

Xu Modan smiled silently. In fact, the terrain is high or low, he made up the prevaricating sword, and he himself can't tell from this point whether there is something buried in the ground.

There were many pine trees in this forest, and in winter, the withered pine branches fell to the ground, and the pine branches themselves had a strong smell, and although they were buried under the snow, his strong sense of smell still smelled easily.

The smell of other branches was far less strong than that of pine branches, and it was not easy to smell when buried under the snow, so most of the branches he found were pine branches.

This point, if Ding Jian paid attention, it was not difficult to see, but how could he think that Xu Mo was looking for branches, relying on his own powerful sense of smell?

In addition, Xu Mo thought that after the fire of other branches, it was easy to produce thick smoke and the smell was not good, so even if there were other branches and pine branches buried together, they should not be abandoned. Ding Jian will not doubt it anymore.

When the three men had gathered a certain amount of dry firewood, they tied it with rope and put it on the snow, and when they returned, they brought it with them again, but the man continued on his way.

Xu Moerli released the slur, listening to the movements around him as he walked, hoping to find some game, and while he was walking, he suddenly stopped and whispered, "Wait a minute." ”

Han Ying and Ding Jian stopped when they heard this, looked at him suspiciously, and Han Ying asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Xu Mo didn't answer, but his eyes looked into the distance.

Han Ying and Ding Jian followed his gaze, but saw the forest on the left, and about fifty or sixty meters away, there was a flock of pheasants foraging in the snow.

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