Chapter 3 Chapter 3 If you don't take medicine, you will die

The next day, when Miao Ying got up, Huo Xing was still at home. He first drank a bowl of medicine, and then ate a steamed bun. Huo Xing had been waiting at the door for a long time. After he finished eating, the two of them walked out.

It was already early winter, and the cold wind made Miao Ying shiver. He missed modern down jackets very much. They were light and warm, unlike the clothes he was wearing now, which were not only bulky and cumbersome, but also not warm at all. When he had more financial resources, he would definitely make a down jacket to wear.

His body was still not fully recovered. He started panting after walking a few steps. After walking for a while, Miao Ying's breathing became louder and louder. Huo Xing then stopped and stood there waiting for him.

After walking a long way out of the village, Miao Ying finally saw a big river. However, it was the dry season and the water was not fast. Miao Ying found a place to sit down and watched Huo Xing take off his shoes and socks and go into the water to catch fish.

A cool breeze blew over, and Miao Ying smelled a hint of water in the air, followed by the smell of grass mixed with soil. He had lived in the city long enough and could not smell these smells in the steel forest.

The days when he didn't have to work made Miao Ying feel very relaxed, but relaxing for too long made him feel anxious, so he had to put making money on the agenda.

He was just thinking about it for a while, but Huo Xing had already caught a big fish. Maybe it was because the weather was cold and the fish became less alert, so it was so easy to catch.

Miao Ying leaned over to take a look. It was a grass carp, not a small one.

As he got closer, he became curious about his own appearance, so he saw the appearance of the body on the shimmering water.

Miao Ying felt that this face looked very similar to his in his previous life, but because of the injury, he could see that his reflection in the water was pale, with a pair of big eyes that looked watery in the water, and a chin that was a little too pointed, just like the fox spirit in the book that sucked people's energy, or the kind that had to suck people's energy because it was injured.

After admiring his own appearance, Miao Ying walked to Huo Xing's side. Huo Xing was putting on his shoes and socks. There was still no expression on his face, as if he was not the one who got cold in the water.

After putting on his shoes and socks, Huo Xing twisted the straw rope and walked forward with the fish in his hand. Miao Ying followed slowly behind him, but his body was not up to the task. After walking for a while, he hugged a tree and gasped for breath: "You go back first, I, I need to rest for a while."

Huo Xing looked at him for a while, then walked up to him and squatted down. Miao Ying was very good at climbing poles, so he lay on his back very consciously.

Huo Xing is very tall and has a broad back. It's a bit embarrassing to say that Miao Ying has never been carried by anyone. He thinks that if he has a father, he may be like Huo Xing.

Going home from the river would involve a stretch of mountain road. Miao Ying hadn't looked closely just now, but now that he was lying on Huo Xing's back, he had time to look at the plants along the road. Next to a Litsea cubeba tree, Miao Ying put his arm around Huo Xing's neck and said, "Wait a minute, I want to pick some of this to take back."

Huo Xing also obeyed him and stood still, letting Miao Ying pick the Litsea cubeba by herself.

After picking them, Miao Yingcai said, "This is Litsea cubeba. It can be used as a seasoning. Fish meat has a fishy smell, so this can remove it."

Huo Xing just listened to him quietly, and then carried him back home.

Grandmother and Li Hongying were doing needlework at home. Winter was coming, and they had to sew a piece of trousers for Huo Xiaobao. He was growing fast, and last year's winter trousers were no longer suitable for him. They could only add a piece of cloth to the trouser legs.

Miao Ying greeted them, but neither of them paid any attention to him. Only Huo Xiaobao ran over and took a look at the fish in their hands.

Huo Xing put Miao Ying down. Miao Ying touched Huo Xiaobao's hair and then went into the kitchen.

He had killed fish at RT-Mart before, so he was naturally familiar with the steps of killing fish. However, he was too weak now and could only ask Huo Xing for help.

Hearing Miao Ying calling Huo Xing to go to the kitchen, Li Hongying hurried over, put her hands on her hips and looked at Miao Ying: "Ah Xing is a man, how can he do things in the kitchen!"

Miao Ying frowned. What's wrong with asking Huo Xing to kill some fish? He's a man, and he's been killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years!

Huo Xing didn't care. He patted Li Hongying on the shoulder and then went to help Miao Ying. His scaling technique was neat and efficient. He quickly scaled the fish and also helped him to deal with the fish's internal organs.

You can handle the rest of the live fish yourself. First, split the fish in half, then remove the bones and leave the fish meat. Then, cut the fish meat into thin slices with a knife and set aside. Put the fish bones and fish slices in two bowls respectively, and marinate them with ginger slices and Litsea cubeba.

But the injury on his head was too severe. He felt dizzy after cutting the fish fillets. He leaned on the stove for a while before he recovered. Huo Xing sat silently in front of the stove and glanced at Miao Ying.

"You make a fire." Miao Qing pressed his forehead and took a deep breath.

The kitchen was empty and there was not much food. There was a bowl next to the stove, which contained chicken fat. It was what was left over from the chicken a few days ago. Lard was too expensive at the moment, and the Huo family could only eat lard during festivals.

Miao Ying still asked Huo Xing for his opinion. Huo Xing had no expression on his face, so he put the chicken oil into the pot.

The fire was burning brightly, and the chicken oil gave off a strong aroma once it was stir-fried. Huo Xiaobao also smelled the aroma, and ran into the kitchen. He leaned into Huo Xing's arms, sniffing. Miao Ying smiled at this, and then threw the chopped pickles, green onions, and ginger into the pot.

After stir-frying, water was added into the pot and the shaved fish bones were put into the pot to cook. After a while, the pot began to boil and the soup turned snow-white. Miao Ying also put the marinated fish fillets into the pot. It only took a few seconds to blanch the fish fillets and they were cooked. It's a pity that there is no rapeseed oil now. If I could add some oil to stimulate the aroma of onions, ginger and garlic, it would be simply unbeatable.

Miao Ying put the fish on the plate, and his body seemed to have reached its limit. He leaned on the stove and fainted. Huo Xing, who was standing beside him, was quick to support him when his head was about to hit the cupboard.

Huo Xing sighed and picked the person up horizontally.

Li Hongying had already smelled the fragrance in the house. When she entered the kitchen, she saw Huo Xing holding Miao Ying. Huo Xiaobao, who was standing beside her, was already drooling. She glanced at Miao Ying and asked, "Why did you faint again?"

"The wound hasn't healed yet." Huo Xing said, and then he took another look at Miao Ying's wound. It had been several days, and there was almost no improvement. Topical application seemed to be of no use. He still had to get some medicine.

He carried Miao Ying back to the room, covered him with a quilt, and then returned to the kitchen. Li Hongying and the others were already preparing to eat. He watched for a while, took out a large bowl from the kitchen, and reserved half of it for Miao Ying.

Li Hongying didn't say anything, but handed him two more coarse flour steamed buns and said, "Eat them when he wakes up. Your father ran away again, so take them to your room so that he won't come back and eat them."

Huo Xing nodded and returned to the room with the bowl. Miao Ying was still asleep in the room, and the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible. Huo Xing looked at him for a while, then turned and left.

They crowded around the small table in the main hall to eat. Huo Xiaobao ate voraciously, and Grandmother and Li Hongying also buried their heads in the food. They found that the rough noodles that were hard to swallow tasted much better with the sauerkraut soup.

"We usually make sauerkraut soup, but why isn't it as delicious as this?" Li Hongying picked up a piece of fish for Huo Xing with her chopsticks. "And this fish always smells earthy no matter how you cook it. But today, it doesn't have any fishy smell at all."

Li Hongying was also used to Huo Xing's silence and did not expect him to answer anything.

"Mom, I want to sell some eggs." Huo Xing, who usually kept silent, put down his chopsticks and looked at Li Hongying.

Grandma was stunned: "What do you want eggs for?"

"Sell some eggs and buy him some medicine. If he doesn't take it, he'll die."

Li Hongying's mouth drooped: "You've already saved his life, but whether you can keep him well in the future is still a matter of debate."

Huo Xing just looked at her with a dim gaze.

Li Hongying sighed, "Okay, let's sell as many as we can, but only this time. If he hadn't stolen my grandmother's money, he could have bought several prescriptions by now."

Speaking of this, several people's faces turned ugly. Grandmother raised her sleeve and coughed: "You can avoid your father, but you can't avoid him."

Huo Xing's father, Huo Lao San, is a scoundrel. He carries a wine jug with him all day long, either going out to drink or to gamble. The family used to have some wealth, but now it's all been squandered by him.

Huo Xing said: "Don't worry, there will be money."

After finishing the meal, Huo Xiaobao felt a little heavy. He didn't understand the adults' helplessness. He just looked at his mother and brother and asked if he could still eat this in the future.

When Miao Ying woke up, it was dark again. He sat up with black eyes and remembered what happened before he fainted. He didn't get to eat a single bite of the pickled fish he made!

But he felt so uncomfortable now that he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed. He felt a little discouraged for a moment and raised his hand to touch the back of his head, thinking that just applying medicine would take a long time to heal, and he would have to buy some medicine to drink.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Huo Xing walked to the bed with a bowl of fish soup in his hand: "Eat."

Miao Ying felt that Huo Xing was more handsome than ever at this moment. He quickly said thank you, picked up the bowl and started eating.

Because it was already the second meal, the fish fillet had lost its initial smoothness and tenderness, but he hadn't eaten good food for a long time, so he ate it with relish. He soaked the whole coarse flour steamed bread in the bowl, and ate the whole bowl of steamed bread with the soup, feeling a little unsatisfied.

In the end, the bowl was almost shiny with food from him, but Huo Xing still didn't say anything. He just took the bowl and chopsticks from his hand.

Huo Xing returned to the kitchen. Li Hongying gave him a basket of eggs in the afternoon. He sold them to a woman in the village who had just given birth and earned fifty cents. He weighed his purse and decided to take Miao Ying to the town tomorrow to find a doctor for a prescription. He would go up the mountain to look for any herbs he could find, and buy the ones he couldn't find.