Even if he can live with himself, his wife will nag him to death when he gets back home.

Thinking of his wife, he suddenly remembered something else, took out the bundle behind him, and handed it to Wan Shu with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“I was thinking that since you, my wealthy wife, don’t want money, I can’t just give you nothing. But I don’t have anything good at home, so this is all I can give you.”

Wan Shu took a look and found that they were pieces of cured meat the size of fists.

The cured pork had dried and turned black after being sun-dried for a long time, and it didn't look very appetizing.

Wan Shu knew that these were precious treasures that Er Niu's family would be reluctant to eat. Wan Shu wanted to return them, but Er Niu had already run away in a flash.

"My dear wife, please enjoy your meal. I'll sit in the back and wait for you!"

Wan Shu had no choice but to accept it. After hurriedly finishing the last two mouthfuls of rice in the bowl, he took Wu Ping out the door and went with Uncle Er Niu to the flat ground where the moonlight was brightest.

To prevent accidents, Wan Shu had already taught the five children these first aid techniques, so Wu Ping actually knew them.

She brought Wu Ping here today only so that he could be used as a human model.

"Yes, right here, press on the chest. Press a little harder and a little faster. After thirty presses, blow two breaths..."

Wan Shu taught diligently, and Uncle Er Niu listened attentively. In the midst of harmony, a discordant voice suddenly appeared.

"What kind of method is this? You even have to blow it into your mouth! It's so improper! Wan Shu, you're a woman, aren't you ashamed!"