If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

Not far in front of Meixiang, a few birds were frightened and flew away with their wings flapping, and the small animals were also frightened and fled in all directions.

Chen San, who was sitting on a tree ten meters away, almost fell off the tree. A poor unlucky guy who was picking herbs on the hillside a few dozen meters away was so frightened that he missed a step and rolled down the hillside.

It’s not that the ancients were not frightened, but they had never seen such a scene, especially in the quiet early morning when the sun was rising.

Meixiang was immersed in her own world and didn't notice what was happening around her. After expressing her emotions, she skipped and jumped into the mountains with her backpack on her back.

There were indeed good things along the way. Meixiang picked a lot of edible mushrooms and discovered several herbs that can treat typhoid and fever, and stop bleeding and remove blood stasis. There were even several plants of Zeqi that were effective for clearing phlegm and relieving cough for her mother. These are almost extinct in modern times when medicine and agriculture are developed, but she didn't expect to find them here.

"Hey," Meixiang followed the direction of the mountain range and walked all the way to the foot of a slightly steep hill. In the half-human-high grass in front of her, there seemed to be a person lying faintly visible.

Liu Meixiang approached cautiously and saw a boy about twelve or thirteen curled up there, his face was pale and sallow due to long-term malnutrition, and there were many scratches on the exposed skin. In his right hand, which was placed on both sides of his head, he was tightly holding a honeysuckle grass that can relieve heat. Behind him was a long strip of grass that tilted slightly downward. It was obvious that he had accidentally rolled down the hillside in front when he was picking herbs.

Meixiang stood up and walked forward, squatting down and examining the boy from head to toe. She first examined his head. After a careful examination, Meixiang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no obvious wounds on his head. As long as the head was not injured, there would be no big problem. Then, seeing the boy's hands that were always placed on both sides of his head, Meixiang showed a knowing smile on her face. What a smart child, he saved himself.

When pressing from the head to the boy's left calf, the unconscious boy couldn't help but let out a light groan. It seemed that the boy's left calf was injured. Meixiang looked around and found that this was not the best place for treatment. As the sun rose higher and higher, the longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the boy.

But Meixiang looked at her own small body and realized that she couldn't move the boy by herself.

Alas, what should I do? Meixiang turned the Buddhist beads on her left wrist, and suddenly her ears moved, and she turned around and looked at the big tree not far behind her.

"Excuse me, who is the one following behind today? Can you please show yourself?"

Chen San, who was on the tree, heard the words and flew to Mei Xiang impatiently and bowed: "Your subordinate Chen San greets the young lady."

The man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, about 1.80 meters tall, wearing a black suit. His dark skin had a pair of round eyes that flickered, and a small dimple appeared on his left forehead as he pursed his lips nervously because of Meixiang's gaze.

Meixiang was quite satisfied with her first impression of her bodyguard: "First, go find three tree sticks that are slightly taller than him, and some small branches. I'll pull some grass, and we'll make a simple stretcher to drag him down the mountain."

"Okay." Chen San replied happily.

After a while, three branches about 1.7 meters long and as thick as Meixiang's wrists and some small twigs were found. Meixiang arranged the three sticks in order, and then used thinner branches to wrap them up left and right, up and down, like weaving a basket, and then spread a thick layer of weeds on it. She also pad the head and legs with more padding to prevent secondary injuries to the boy on the road. After Meixiang tried the load-bearing capacity, she asked Chen San to find some strong vines, twisted them into two ropes, and tied them to the front end and left and right sides of the single frame.

Chen San stood nearby and watched in amazement. This was the first time he knew that branches could be turned into a movable bed by simply wrapping them around each other. This thing was very simple and easy to obtain and make, and it was lightweight and could be used repeatedly.

"Miss, I have a small request. Can I tell you?" Chen Sanqiang suppressed his inner excitement and asked carefully while observing Meixiang's expression.

"What's the matter? Tell me first."

"Can you teach others what you made? I want to recommend it to my brothers in the barracks. It's really convenient."

Meixiang was very proud. She never expected that this thing that could be seen everywhere in the 21st century was actually a rarity in Haoyue. It seemed that she knew too little about current life.

"No?" Chen San saw Meixiang was in a daze and thought she disagreed.

"No, no, of course you can. I just suddenly thought of something else. Chen San, if you see something I made in the future and feel that it can be used in other places, you must tell me in time. This way it can be used in other ways as soon as possible." Meixiang reacted and reminded Chen San.

"Yes, ma'am."

Soon after, this simple stretcher appeared in the logistics camp of the military camp, which brought great convenience to the treatment of the wounded and indirectly saved the lives of many soldiers. This is a later story.

The two carefully lifted the injured boy onto the stretcher. Meixiang used the rattan on both sides of the stretcher to secure the boy to prevent him from moving or falling. Chen San carried the backpack on his back and held the rope of the flower vine on the stretcher behind him with both hands. Meixiang helped push from behind, and the two slowly pulled the stretcher down the mountain.

As the three of them gradually approached the wooden bridge at the foot of the mountain, they could hear someone talking. Meixiang wiped the sweat off her forehead and said to Chen San, "Just stop here. It's not convenient for you to show up in front of people right now. I'll ask the villagers for help."

Chen San looked at Meixiang's red face from exhaustion, nodded, stopped the stretcher on a slightly flat place, put down the backpack behind him, and disappeared in a flash.

Meixiang felt Chen San's kung fu for the first time, and secretly decided to let Chen San try whether she could practice martial arts in this body. With her identity and the memory equivalent to two lives, she didn't need to think too much about the troubles in the future. It was always a good idea to have more skills to save her life.

As the voices got closer, two middle-aged men carrying backpacks gradually appeared in sight. Before Meixiang could say anything, they spotted her.

The two looked at each other, remembered what Village Chief Liu had told them at the entrance of the village, and hurried over. When they saw the sweaty little girl and the boy lying on the strange woven fabric on the ground, they were secretly shocked. Could it be that the village chief's bad words really came true?

"Ms. Liu, what happened? Do you need help?"

"Thank you, uncles. I just found this unconscious boy at the bottom of the hill in front. His legs were injured and he couldn't move. I had no choice but to drag him back. If it is convenient, could you please help me carry him home? I can't drag him by myself." Meixiang explained hopefully.

"Convenient, convenient. But how do we carry this?" The two middle-aged men looked at the stretcher, rubbed their hands helplessly, and asked with red faces.

"Thank you very much, uncles."

Meixiang directed two people to carry the stretcher, one in front and one behind, and cross the wooden bridge over the stream.