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"it is good……"

Lan Zhi took the bowl with both hands, lifted it up and put it to her lips.

Zhutong looked at her with bright eyes.

Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, Lan Zhi couldn't drink at all. After all, she had enough food and clothing and never lacked sweets and snacks, but Zhu Tong seemed to be very curious about this bowl of sugar water.

Lan Zhi handed the bowl to her and said: "Sister, let me drink this bowl of water for you. I suddenly remembered that I am a patient now, and drinking sweet food will easily produce phlegm."

Zhutong swallowed and said, "You should be fine if you drink less, it's very sweet."

Lan Zhi shook her head, turned her head and coughed twice.

"The candy I got with great difficulty..." Zhutong felt lost and guilty. In her memory, her brother and she had been living a hard life, and they had never eaten sweets since they were young. As a sister, she How incompetent.

"Sister, drink it while it's hot." Lan Zhi brought the bowl to Zhu Tong's mouth with both hands, "Don't waste it."

"you……"

Zhutong's words were stuck in her throat. She was afraid of spilling the sugar water, so she could only catch the bowl by herself and take a careful sip.

The sweetness infiltrated the taste buds. Zhu Tong narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. He was about to continue drinking, but suddenly he seemed to think of something. He put the bowl aside and said, "I will keep the rest for you. When you get better, you can drink it." Drink."

Lan Zhi: "..."

Although it was only a small bowl of sugar water, Zhutong's attitude made Lan Zhi feel that the bowl of water was precious and heavy.

Lan Zhi sighed, feeling a little moved in her heart, and said, "You can't put this thing away, otherwise it will break."

"Is it okay to leave it for two or three days?" Zhu Tong looked hesitant.

"Something's wrong." Lan Zhi was determined.

Zhutong then picked up the bowl again and drank the sugar water in small sips. The expression on her face was very complicated, painful and happy at the same time. The pain was because she felt sorry that she drank the bowl of sugar water by herself, and her brother took one sip. I didn’t even drink it. I’m happy because the sugar water tastes really good.

Zhutong drank half of the bowl of sugar water, poured some cold water into it and rinsed the bowl. She drank it all to make sure not to waste any sugar.

Lan Zhi never thought that her life would be so tight. She looked at the grain storage at home and found that there was only a thin layer of rice left in the rice vat, which was not enough for one person.

"Don't worry, Tianmiao, I won't let you go hungry." Zhutong promised, she took out the needle and thread from the straw basket and started to collect the soles.

In Zhutong's memory, she has always made money through this method, but there is a certain gap between the memory and the reality. In the memory, Zhutong is very skillful in inserting the soles of shoes, but the reality is that not long after she picked up the needle, she pricked her continuously. three fingers.

it hurts……

Zhutong was stunned and asked in confusion: "Is it because I was so happy after eating something sweet today that my skills have deteriorated?"

Lan Zhi also had the image of her sister sucking the soles of her shoes. She was still surprised at the time. The ferocious beast could actually do needlework?Now it seemed that she was overthinking. Zhutong's skills in threading needles and threads were very poor. After a while, she pricked the remaining fingers all over again, and none of them were spared.

The most pitiful thing was the little finger. It was probably deeply pierced, and a bright red drop of blood quickly oozed from the fingertip.

Lan Zhi said helplessly: "Sister, please don't do any sewing today."

"How about that?" Zhutong was also planning to take the packed shoe soles to the village chief's house to get copper coins. With copper coins, he could buy food and not go hungry.

"I'll do it, you go and rest aside." Lan Zhi grabbed the things in her hand.

"Hiss..." Zhutong's wound was touched, he took a breath of air and whispered: "It hurts."

Lan Zhi put the thing aside, grabbed her finger, blew on it, and said, "Sister, does this feel better?"

Zhutong thought: No.

Then I thought, it seems that when I blow air, the pain does ease a little?

But no matter what, this is Tianmiao's intention, so the corners of Zhutong's mouth raised a warm arc and said: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhu Tong enjoyed the feeling of being cared for. She didn't know why, even though there were many scenes of living with her younger brother in her memory, Zhu Tong felt a deep sense of loneliness in her heart. It seemed that she had no relatives or friends.It wasn't until this moment that Zhutong felt the care from "Zhutianmiao" that Zhutong had a sense of belonging and truly realized that he had a younger brother and was not alone in the family.

Lan Zhi carefully wiped the blood off her sister's fingertips, but the blood soon seeped out again.

Lan Zhi hesitated for a moment, lowered her head, and took Zhu Tong's finger into her mouth.

Zhu Tong was shocked. She widened her eyes and stared at Lan Zhi blankly. She even forgot to withdraw her hand, "You... what are you doing?"

"Stop the bleeding." Lan Zhi replied vaguely. She put her fingers on Zhu Tong's pulse. She didn't know if the body structure of the ferocious beast was the same as that of humans. Lan Zhi could only feel that Zhu Tong's body was healthy through the pulse. , I couldn't feel any other information, but after tasting a little blood from Zhupu, I felt that there seemed to be a faint vitality flowing in the body of this ferocious beast.

It turns out that the blood of ferocious beasts tastes like this...

Lan Zhi opened her mouth.

Zhutong suddenly retracted her hand, and there still seemed to be a warm and soft touch on her fingertips. She looked down and found that her fingers were indeed no longer bleeding. The fingertips were moist, and the wind brought a refreshing feeling.

Lan Zhi ignored Zhutong's reaction. She had already started to insert the soles of the shoes. This was a time-consuming and laborious task that required not only thimbles but also other auxiliary tools.

Zhutong looked at her fingers and didn't know what she was thinking. When she came to her senses and was about to pick up the needle and thread, she found that everything was in her brother's hand.

"Tianmiao, you...how could you do this?"

Lan Zhi didn't even raise her head, "I've learned it after seeing you do it many times."

Zhu Tong was still surprised, but she had to admit that her younger brother could pick up the shoe soles much faster than her, and he never pricked his fingers once. Zhu Tong admired her ability to prick her fingers all over, and she blushed a little, "It's wonderful, You get out of the way, I'll do it..."

Lan Zhi said: "Farewell, your finger is not healed yet."

Zhutong said: "But you are a man, how can a man do this..."

"What's wrong with the man?" Lan Zhi asked back. The stitches on the soles of her shoes were fine and neat, and her movements were much more skillful than Zhu Tong's. "Leave it to me to make money from now on."

Zhutong said: "How can this be done? You are only 15 years old and still a child!"

Lan Zhi said: "I am not a child anymore, and you are not much older than me."

When it came to age, Zhutong fell silent, because in Chihu Village, a woman should get married at the age of 15, but she is 21 this year and has not yet gotten married.

Everyone in Chihu Village has no spiritual power, just like the ordinary mortal world, so men and women get married relatively early. Unlike the cultivation world, it is normal for women not to find a partner for decades or even centuries.

Zhutong stretched out his hand to brush his long lake green hair, and said in a low voice: "I am an alien... No one wants to marry me."