It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

The quilt is not thick enough, it's hard and hard to lie on, and it doesn't prevent moisture. It's really uncomfortable. Mo Wuming can't fall asleep because of tossing and turning. She misses her bed very much. It is also the most valuable item in the entire home.

Thinking that I just arrived here more than two months ago, it was the midwinter season. For those who are used to the convenient heating methods in modern society, I really realized that freezing to death is really a very common way of death in this era.

Fortunately for him, the original owner's father was also his father, and left him a house with a tiled roof instead of a dilapidated thatched house, at least there would be no air leakage from all sides, and he would not have to worry about the house being crushed by the heavy snow.

He also dug out dozens of taels of silver from his father's room. Although it wasn't much, it gave him unlimited confidence.The people around him didn't recognize them all. The day after he found these deposits, he couldn't wait to find someone to repair a kang for him.

The craftsman has never practiced before, it’s okay, he said, the craftsman should go to study and practice. The 2-meter-wide kang occupies most of the room, and he even made a special mattress.His eyes drifted to the bed involuntarily. The person occupying his bed turned his back to him, turned his body slightly, and remained motionless.

Why!Sighing silently, good people will do it to the end, close your eyes, and force yourself not to turn your body, otherwise the two of you won't have to sleep.

The moon gradually moved westward, and Mo Wuming seemed to be falling asleep in a daze, but he didn't know that the person on the bed lay flat gently, turned his head and glanced at him, exhaled lightly, and relaxed a little.Fang Mian's injury was not serious, and he lost too much blood. Once the tense emotions were relaxed, it was difficult to maintain them, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Brother, brother", Mo Wuming woke up quickly when he heard the rustling sound, moved his stiff body, and realized that the situation of the brother on the bed might not be very good, so he got up quickly.He touched the other person's forehead, it was hot, he had a fever, he called out twice, but no one responded.

There is no antipyretic here either, the man's forehead is burning hot, and there is still cold sweat, it must be 39°, what should I do?

"Oops", I almost tripped over something on the ground, through the faint moonlight, Mo Wuming rolled the floor to the side, lit candles and oil lamps, the room became much brighter, and the person on the bed could be seen more clearly rustling Trembling, restless sleep.

Fever is nothing in modern times, but it may be over here. Is there any way, way?liquor!I suddenly thought of ways to quickly reduce fever on the Internet. Wiping with warm wine is one of them. I don’t know if it is easy to use.

Mo Wuming hurried to the kitchen to add water to make a fire, intending to boil a pot of water, add more firewood, and quickly go to the east storage room to dig through the jar of wine.This wine was left by the original owner's father, Mo Wuming is not a good wine, and he doesn't remember what kind of wine it is, he only took a sip when he first arrived here, it was very spicy, he guessed it was a wine with a high alcohol content.

Carried the wine into the house, put the only chair beside the bed, scooped two scoops of the newly heated water into the wooden basin, and added another handful of firewood.

Towels, towels, nasty stuff, there is not enough stuff for a person’s life at the moment, Mo Wuming grabbed a few handfuls of hair irritably, went outside to get the towel that usually wipes his face, and went to the closet to dig out a piece of cotton cloth, Cut to size.

Mix warm water with white wine, moisten the face towel and apply it on the forehead of the other party.While moving and slandering, this person must not be burned to death. I have never killed a chicken. In my last life, I didn’t know who my parents were, and it was an ordinary and peaceful life. Oh, and Died young, just two months ago, is it going to be stained with a life, committing a crime.

No matter how irritable he was, he calmly soaked the cotton cloth and wrung it dry, lifted the quilt, and reached out to untie the man's coat.Grabbed suddenly by a sweaty hand, Mo Wuming raised his head in surprise and saw the flash of killing intent in the vigilant black eyes of the other party.

The air was suddenly quiet, Mo Wuming forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, and said in a gentle tone: "Brother, you have a high fever now, if you don't deal with it in time, your body will not be able to handle it, I am using earthen prescriptions to cool you down, warm Rubbing the body with alcohol lowers body temperature."

"Thank you." Fang Mian slowly let go of the other's hand, uttered a few words, his voice was hoarse and dry, he had a high fever, but his body was shivering from the cold, and his hands and feet were weak.

He was forced into such a mess by a group of sanctimonious villains, and he must improve his martial arts faster after he returns to Islam this time.While the body was being wiped over and over again, his consciousness gradually became muddled, and it didn't matter if he didn't hear what the other party said clearly.

Mo Wuming pretended not to hear the dryness and discomfort in the other party's voice, and replied calmly, "It's okay".

Unbuttoning this man's shirt, there are countless scars, big and small, new ones, some old ones, how did this man grow up? Could it be that martial arts people are covered in scars all over their bodies, and the abdominal wound is still there Blood!The anger in my heart dissipated before I knew it, and I gently re-wrapped the other party.

Repeatedly changing the towel on the forehead, wiping the chest, back, and limbs back and forth, the time is almost up, I cover the quilt for the other party, after thinking about it, I dug out the unprocessed old clothes of the original owner's father and changed them for him, and my own clothes were also the same. Not enough, hey!After placing the other party well, I also broke out in a sweat. Anyway, this method is effective, the temperature has really dropped, and I am not in vain for so much effort.

After tossing and tossing over and over again all night, I can't sleep this night. In the other party's cold and hot, tightly covering the quilt, not letting anyone lift it, and wiping it once in a while, Mo Wuming sat by the bed, Watching each other, while thinking about how to live tomorrow.

This person's condition finally stabilized, and it was almost dawn, so Mo Wuming tidied up the room and went out to wash up.He went to the kitchen to boil some water, and he had to boil it fresh every time he drank it here. It was really troublesome, but he just didn't like drinking well water, and he didn't drink warm water overnight.Fill the kettle with water, and think of the lodger from last night, so I decided to cook some ordinary rice porridge.

Zhangshan Village is a village under the jurisdiction of Minglan City. Judging from the climate and terrain, it looks like the southern Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Jiangxi borders in the last life. The people here mostly grow rice, and the staple food is rice. However, Mo Wuming was a northerner before, and the northern pasta Quite rich, noodles and rice are his staple food.

After cooking the rice and topping it, he planned to bake a few more pancakes. He still had something to do today, so he could take them on the road.When the time is almost up, take out the excess firewood in the stove, and keep the rice stuffed in the pot to keep warm.It was just dawn, and the sound of roosters crowed one after another, and the smoke from every household in the village gradually rose.

It was still early, so he took the dirty clothes accumulated in the past few days to the small river to wash. Now, the river is quiet and no one is there, only the sound of insects. Mo Wuming likes this dawn time the most, in the quiet It is peaceful, and the air in the morning seems to be filled with fresheners. Such a morning is always beautiful, full of vitality, symbolizing a new beginning, beautiful and full of hope.

When he got home, the lodger had already got up, wearing the gray shorts with patches that he had prepared for him, his temperament was still different from that of ordinary farmers, and his face was pale in the light of the sun that had not yet been seen.Good guy, why does an injured person get up so early.

"Brother is still injured. You don't need to wake up so early. You should rest more." When I wiped this person yesterday, I found that the abdominal injury was the most serious, and it was difficult to move. There were many other wounds, and the blood loss was serious, so I should rest more.

"Go to the toilet." Fang Mian's tone was indifferent, no one could tell that he was embarrassed, his voice was hoarse, and he looked like a bright and beautiful man.

Mo Wuming rubbed his nose, whether he was a human or not, being a human being is such a hassle, so he casually showed Fang Mian where he was, and when he was told that he didn't need help, he turned around and left happily.

After drying the clothes, he went to feed the cows, then brought the food to the small table in the main room, and waited for the guest to wash up and eat.

When Fang Mian came back, he saw the man leaning against the door and sitting on a small bench.On the small table in front of him were two bowls of porridge, a plate of pickles, and a stack of pancakes. He warmly greeted him to eat quickly, nodded and sat down.

"Rough tea and light food, brother, don't dislike it." Don't look at Mo Wuming's gentle and indifferent manner, but he is actually a little embarrassed. Although compared to other farmers, this kind of breakfast is not bad, but compared to his usual, it is a bit simple.It is true that there is no food at home, and the plate of pickles was pickled by Mrs. Du herself, and it was brought to him for dinner yesterday.

Seeing the other party drinking the porridge quietly, without leaking any dissatisfaction, Mo Wuming's happy mood was not discounted, and now seeing the other party drinking the porridge expressionlessly, he actually felt a little cute.