Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts

Chapter 267 266. Eat together

Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked sideways at the wounds on his arms, waist, chest and abdomen, and couldn't help but frown: "It's okay, no bones were injured. I tried my best to avoid it, and the wounds are not too deep."

Although his words were evasive, Huaiyu still became anxious, because this time they came to the mountain, they didn't bring any healing items, and even Ke Langqiu didn't bring a few extra pills.

And how could Zhou Qian survive to the bottom of the mountain like this?

Her eyes were wet, and she couldn't help but shed tears again: "I won't do this next time... You can't be daring based on your own abilities, and you can't deliberately ignore the healing supplies because you don't want to eat Kraang balls..."

When she said this, she suddenly groped around as if she remembered something, and finally took out a shriveled ginseng beard from her pocket!

I picked this up from Big Fat before I left.

It now likes to push the toddler flower pot on the uneven grass during the day, stumbling and running, but occasionally it will fall again, and then some ginseng will fall to the bottom of the pot.

Huaiyu saw it, so he picked it up, and now he stuffed it in his pocket and almost forgot about it!

"Brother Zhou Qian, if you soak this in water now, will it be good for the wound after drinking it?"

That's probably not the case.

Zhou Qian smiled bitterly: The two previous times he drank ginseng tea only had an effect on the biological materials used in the prosthetic limbs.

Although he can feel that his left leg is stronger and tougher through this, it may not be effective in stopping bleeding and healing injuries.

But seeing that Huaiyu was so anxious that his nose was covered with sweat, he then ordered: "Try it, it might be useful - otherwise there would be no clean bandages now, and the dead horse would be treated like a living horse."

What a word!

Huaiyu glared at him, then happily went to turn over the basket on his back.

Is it too late to boil water now? But if the water is not boiled, can this ginseng tea stimulate the medicinal effect?

Or are there any known wild herbs near Taoist temples that can stop bleeding?

Her thoughts were so urgent and complicated that she couldn't even remember for a moment that there was still a mutated macaque lying in the hall with a head full of elm mushrooms!

Zhou Qian took the towel and rope handed over by Huai Yu - the ones pulled from the sleeping bag, and carefully tied them near the wound, which barely stopped the bleeding.

But this is not a long-term solution. It just gives Huaiyu more room for trial and error, allowing her to quickly run outside and collect a lot of dead leaves and branches.

But now, Zhou Qian couldn't help her break the long branches.

But when she made a fire urgently and used several incense burners on the altar table as pot holders, Zhou Qian was still curious: Where did the elm and yellow mushrooms come from?

Could it be that it was contaminated on them, and then accidentally contaminated on the mutated macaque during the fight?

If this is the case, the threat level of the big mushroom should be recalculated. Because in this way, after coming into contact with the elm yellow mushroom, he had to adopt a defensive posture to completely isolate himself from other people's harm.

And Huaiyu even wants to plant such a dangerous thing on a large scale...

He knitted his brows, sensing that he was getting increasingly tired, and he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.

This worry is not only about the dangerous and inexplicable Yuhuang Mushroom, but also about his own current situation and Huaiyu's mood.

If he cannot return to the foot of the mountain in time, even if these injuries are not fatal, the delay will continue...

If he hadn't thought of this dangerous factor, how could Huaiyu shed tears easily again with his steady energy that had experienced life and death?

Worried that the expression on his face would reveal any traces, Zhou Qian simply turned his head, no longer looking at Huaiyu, who was sweating from the fire in the middle of the hall, but stared seriously at the corpse of the mutated macaque.

He was staring so intently that Huaiyu didn't notice his distracted eyes when he looked sideways. Instead, he hesitated and said:

"Brother Zhou Qian, are you hungry?" "If you are hungry..."

She gritted her teeth and made a difficult decision:

"If you still want to eat grilled mushrooms or mushroom soup, I'll pick them for you!"

Zhou Qian suddenly heard her call, and now he came back to his senses and tasted his. Then looking at his expression that looked at death, some thoughts that normal people would never have suddenly came to his mind.

So the whole crowd laughed:

"Pick it."

"How can I eat it alone? If we want to eat it, let's eat it together - go pick it."

This stinky girl!

I thought she was sensible just now, but now she seems to be still a child.

Even if he starves to death, can he still eat the elm mushrooms that grow from the human brain, nostrils and mouth?

Huaiyu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay if you don't want to eat."

Even though Zhou Qian was weak and scarred, this last sentence of onomatopoeia filled with ridicule was delivered accurately—

"Oh."

Huaiyu: "..."

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She swallowed her anger and poured the light yellow ginseng tea back and forth between the cup and the pot. When it was finally not so hot, she quickly came over with the pot:

"Quick, quick, quick! Drink it!"

If they can regain some strength and energy after drinking, they will have to discuss how to go back quickly! After all, bandaging doesn't last long to stop bleeding.

However, this cup of hot ginseng tea was just handed over to me. The water vapor was rippling and filled with the faint aroma of ginseng. The next moment, Zhou Qian's left leg suddenly protruded a thin branch from his ankle, exploring it and crawling towards the ginseng tea.

Zhou Qian:…

This scene is quite strange, because he himself has no feelings. But the attraction of mutated ginseng to mutated creatures (even if there is only one piece of material left) seems to have not diminished.

Seeing that he didn't stop him, he quickly and hesitantly reached out the second and third branches. Zhou Qian didn't even know if they could put the branches directly into the hot tea, nor did he know that direct absorption would be more effective. Or do you need to drink it on your own?

But this question didn't stop him from observing quietly, until the thin trouser legs suddenly felt strange -

Where the ankles and insteps were originally located, now due to the rapid forward expansion of the main material, the remaining branches and vines have scattered into large vines.

And among the green vines, handfuls of light yellow spore powder were scattered.

This familiar look instantly reminded Zhou Qian of his experience digging a vegetable garden—

Because I was unprepared and stepped on the soil with my bare feet, I went back at night to wash away the soil, dust, and everything wrapped in the ivy!

He instantly laughed angrily!

Although the mutated spores can be regarded as saving his life, he has not forgotten how he has been walking with heavy legs since early this morning, and how he feels that it is more strenuous than usual!

While he was resting last night, his well-behaved prosthetic leg had an idea of ​​its own?

Update two, good night. I can’t finish writing Next Door, so I’ll update Next Door tomorrow.