Two stupid postmodern life

After bringing back the pillar that day, Ersha was busy doing some inexplicable things.

The reason why those things are inexplicable is because based on my own knowledge, I don't even know what he did and what he wants?

Ersha first grabbed a handful of light yellow lumps from nowhere, which looked like salt, and put the salt in the rotten pot where soup was always boiled, and ordered himself to bring in clean water, bowl by bowl. Add more, add and taste, until more than half of the pot is added, and then stop.After that, try pouring that water into the mouth of the pillar.

At that time, the beggar was ready to watch a good show, because from the perspective of ordinary people, whether it was the breath that seemed to be there or the pulse that could not be felt, it showed that the pillar was no different from a dead person, otherwise, the poor Children will not be abandoned by doctors and relatives.Therefore, in the condition of the pillar at that time, nothing could be fed into it.

Ersha gave up easily after two bites. It seemed that he had expected this situation.

The beggar twisted his mouth, and was about to make a mockery, when he was startled by Ersha's next move and opened his mouth wide.

Seeing that fool, he took a big mouthful of salt water and kissed the pillar's mouth without hesitation.

The movement is done in one go, and its proficiency is as if it has been practiced countless times.

The beggar was too shocked to speak, but the matter obviously did not end here.

After sipping a few large bowls of salt water with his mouth, Ersha raised his head, as if he was a little tired. He first licked his red and swollen lips, and then ran out the door. After a while, he came back again with some reeds in his hand. pole.

On the bank of the Qi River, there are dense reed forests. The beggar has known this for a long time, but he doesn't understand, what is the function of this reed stalk? Is it for brewing Chinese medicine?

Facts have proved that the beggar was wrong again.

After Ersha came back, he first boiled a pot of water, put all the bottles and utensils he could find, knives and reeds into it, and boiled it for nearly an hour. Feeling around on Zhuzi's thigh, after half a stick of incense, Ersha raised his eyebrows, with a happy expression on his face, took out a small knife from the pot, and very quickly pierced Zhuzi's skin.

The knife was cut down, and it took a long time for the wound to bleed slowly. Ersha found a reed rod of suitable thickness, inserted it into the hole of the knife, and buried it under the skin of the pillar.The tube was thin and soft, and Ersha pushed the tube inward with the knife hole, until the blood flowed out drop by drop along the tube stem, and then he grinned: "You're done."

"..."

Sluggishness can no longer describe the beggar's current situation, he can only watch Ersha scurrying up and down in a daze to keep busy.

"Qi Gong, why are you standing there stupidly? Come and help me. Go, bring me a bowl of salt water. I have to control this pipe so that it doesn't move around."

"Oh!" The beggar came back to his senses, and hurriedly brought the bowl over.

He saw Ersha pour the salt water in the bowl, drop by drop, into the reed stalk through a funnel. The reed stalk is too thin, even with the help of the funnel, more spilled out than flowed in.

Half an hour passed, and Ersha hurriedly sweated his brow, although most of it was sweated, at least a lot of it flowed in.Ersha blocked the mouth of the nozzle with his fingers, sat on the ground to rest for a while, and then asked the beggar to fill a bowl.

"This...can this save the pillar?" The beggar couldn't bear it any longer, and asked while passing the bowl.

"Fluid rehydration, what else? I watched the pillar die in a class (shock) alive. I have done my best to disinfect it, but there is no way. The conditions are here. Even if there is a risk of sepsis, it is better. Don't do anything!" Ersha cast an impatient glance at the beggar, the contempt in his eyes frightened the beggar to swallow all the questions that followed.

When the three big bowls of water were poured into the pillar, the sky was already white. Ersha still supported the thin tube with his hands, and sat back on the ground with an unstoppable exhaustion in his expression.

Hearing Zhuzhu's breathing that was a little more abundant, and looking at the extremely tired Ersha who had to hold on to the pipe, the beggar stepped forward and said softly, "Let me do it."

Ersha explained the precautions to the beggar halfway, and then fell asleep from sleepiness.

The beggar adjusted his sitting posture so that Ersha could lean against him comfortably, and silently looked at the man. His dark purple pupils flickered and flickered in the dim candlelight.

Three days passed. During this period, Ersha would pull out the collapsed pipe every day after crossing the salt water, and then find a place to insert a new one the next day.Due to a lot of blood loss during the process of inserting and pulling out the tube, it was necessary to do it. On the fourth day, Ersha crossed the blood for Zhuzi.

And the contributors of blood are beggars.

That day, Ersha frowned at the blood bubbling from the heel of Zhuzi's leg after the tube was pulled out, and then seemed to have figured something out, and stabbed his finger.

Although the incision was not big, the blood dripped down and accumulated in the bottom of a small bowl. The beggar watched Ersha put his own blood and Zhuzi's blood in the two bowls respectively, and looked at him erratically. Own.

The beggar took a step back, he thought, he knew the meaning of that look.

"Oh?" The voice raised slightly, and Ersha put on a look of understanding, then turned his head and let out a 'cut' sound.

Although he didn't speak from the beginning to the end, the contempt for beggars in the action is self-evident.

The beggar has never been insulted like this, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing beside Ersha, his fingers were bright red.

Ersha grinned and groped behind him, took out a toothless bowl and put it on the ground, the corner of the beggar's mouth twitched, knowing that he had been tricked again.

He told himself that to argue with such a fool would lower his status.

After a while, the blood on the finger stopped dripping, and the beggar was about to take back his finger, but the man grabbed a piece of paper from behind again, pressed it on the bleeding finger, and smiled silly at the paper.

An ominous premonition landed in my heart like thunder: "What is this?"

Ersha raised his head and smiled brightly: "Your contract of sale."

"Boom" the beggar heard the sound of himself falling to the ground.

In the evening, the beggar saw Ersha tossing the three bowls containing their blood.

I saw him dipping a person's blood with a reed tube, carefully dripping it into a tile, frowning, and dripping it into the third tile repeatedly.The beggar has long been familiar with Ersha's endless tricks, and now he has lost his curiosity, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when Ersha took the deed of sale that he accidentally pledged and asked himself to "donate blood to be honorable", the beggar could only restrain his temper that was about to go berserk, and had no choice but to roll up his sleeves obediently.

That's all, anyway, this life was saved by Erduan, even if he wants to take it away now, there can't be any complaints.

Seeing the blood on his body enter the body of the pillar along the reed, the beggar had the illusion that his life was connected with the pillar. At this moment, Ersha also put away his joking face, his eyes wandered back and forth between him and the pillar, and his face was extremely worried .

For some reason, seeing Ersha's expression, the beggar's mood burst into joy for no reason, as if all the anger he had suffered in the past two days had been recovered.

Zhuzi's face gradually turned red from his own blood, Ersha tied a cloth strip to the beggar's forearm, and slowly pulled out the reed that connected them.

"Don't take off the cloth strip, it's for stopping the bleeding, and then untie it when the bleeding stops." Ersha ordered while also binding a cloth strip on the thigh of the pillar.

The beggar finally had a chance to 'hum' in disdain, and the six fingers of his right hand fluttered on his arm. He removed the cloth strip, and pointed to the wound that was no longer bleeding to show off: "Look, it's no longer bleeding."

Poor Erduan looked at the cloth strip in his hand, then at the arrogant beggar, and suddenly realized: "This...is this the legendary magical acupuncture?"

"Acupoint acupuncture is good, but the magic power is not enough." The beggar pretended to be chic and modest.

Ersha looked at the little blood on Zhuzi's body, and remembered that a few days ago, he had a headache because of Zhuzi's hemostasis. He rolled his eyes, so without even thinking about it, he slapped it with a 'slap'.

The beggar was complacent in order to win the round, but he didn't expect the other party to attack without civility, and he didn't dodge it carelessly. With an 'ouch' sound, he threw himself on the ground in embarrassment.

Ersha, who was extremely angry, saw the beggar struggling on the ground with his butt up, his arrogance disappeared, and he felt that the situation was indescribably blissful.

hahahahahahahaha...

Laughter was wanton in the air, floating like light dust, swaying into people's hearts.

"Hmm..." There was a faint tingle mixed in with the sassy laughter, you couldn't hear it if you didn't pay attention.

Obviously, Ersha heard it, and so did the beggar struggling on the ground.

They looked towards the source of the voice, only to see the little man finally opened his eyes that were ignorant.

Er smirked and cried again: "Silly Zhuzi, you finally woke up, but I'm exhausted."