Hunting is indeed hard work.
Although most of the prey—oh, all of it—was hunted by the bearded man and had nothing to do with her, it didn't stop Shulan from feeling sore shoulders and hands.
She hadn't felt it when she was holding the crossbow, but now, she just felt incredibly sore.
On the way back, even hugging the bearded man's waist made me feel uncomfortable.
I was thinking of holding back, but then the horse suddenly stopped.
As soon as he stopped, everyone stopped too.
He Fengmian's calm voice said, "You should return to the military camp first."
Liu Moyang and the others nodded: "Yes, General."
After saying that, the main force rode away on horseback.
Shulan had no idea what had happened, but then the bearded man said again, "Excuse me."
She saw him turn around, and then she saw his hands tucked under her armpits, like he was holding a child, making her feel like she was flying through the air.
Shulan: "..."
He stared wide-eyed at the bearded man before him: "You—"
"Don't move." He Fengmian lifted her up like a chick and made her sit in front of him. He held the reins with one hand and gently put his arm around her waist with the other.
Her slender, supple waist made him slightly dazed.
Shulan: "..."
Even though I know he meant well, couldn't I have explained it to her beforehand so she could be mentally prepared?
However, this did make her feel much more comfortable.
I couldn't help but think to myself: You might say he's careless, but he even knows to let others leave first to avoid embarrassing himself.
But you could say he's meticulous. He did it last time, and he did it this time. He never explains himself when he does these things.
Well, it's for my own good no matter what.
Considering his good intentions, she said, "Thank you."
"It's alright." After saying that, he told Jingfeng to run.
Once they entered the city, He Fengmian dismounted, let her sit on the horse, and led her to the clinic.
Uncle Rong looked at the two of them with a smile that was incredibly kind.
He took a piece of fresh Polygonum multiflorum and said with a smile, "Okay, we'll have Polygonum multiflorum stewed chicken tonight. Young master, you have to eat at home."
By this time, it was getting late. He grunted in response, and Uncle Rong went inside, even more pleased.
Shulan asked the bearded man to come with her to the clinic so she could give him a head massage.
While massaging him, I remembered something and asked, "General, the sandstorms are so strong here. How do you usually protect yourself? Don't you have hats and face masks?"
She knew that these things existed in ancient times, but having lived in this border town for so long, she had never seen those sand-proof face towels and gauze hats unless she had a straw hat and raincoat.
He Fengmian squinted comfortably, his voice languid: "The sandstorm is too strong, these aren't really suitable."
Shulan thought about it and realized that when the wind blows, anything can be blown away.
She couldn't help but chuckle at the image of hats and face scarves flying everywhere in her mind.
But what they were more curious about was: "What if they need to travel during sandstorms, or during wartime?"
He Fengmian bluntly stated: "When we are having a hard time, the enemy is not necessarily having a good time either. They generally will not attack during such times unless it is a surprise attack."
But while we're on high alert, the other side isn't stupid either.
Shulan thought about it and agreed. However, she felt that "on sandy days like that, ordinary people would definitely stay at home, but soldiers have to stand guard and endure it."
He Fengmian hummed in agreement, but that's just how things are in this border town; there's nothing that can be done about it.
Shulan seemed to have thought of something, and after the massage was over, she said, "I'll show you something later."
She led him into the backyard and began to fetch the medical gauze, which was called silk here.
Now, this kind of silk cloth is used to bandage wounds; it is made of silk or cloth.
However, unlike ordinary clothing fabrics, this material undergoes steaming during the manufacturing process to sterilize it, keeping the area around the wound dry and clean.
She has quite a few of these now, and she keeps them carefully and properly. If someone gets injured, she will use them as bandages to treat the wound.
She carefully took some out; these silks were all white, similar to modern gauze, but finer.
After she took it out, she folded it into three layers, and then asked Xiao Cui to find a needle and thread. She then began to sew the mask.
Xiao Cui wanted to help, but she was still too cowardly to help the general.
He Fengmian sat there, and her calves would tremble whenever she got close.
Shulan's needlework was naturally not good, but the original owner's was.
He Fengmian didn't ask her what she was doing, but saw her quickly sewing the object in her hand into a slightly longer square shape.
After finishing sewing, he said to himself, "I'm sorry."
Then he held the thing up to his face and said, "The size is good. Let me see how long the rope is."
Not only does the length matter, but it also can't be too rough, otherwise it will irritate your ears if you wear it for a long time.
She carefully cut the medical gauze and said, "It's best to use cotton gauze for this. What I'm making now is just a prototype. If you think it's useful, we can make a large batch later and give one to each of the brothers in the camp. That way, even if we encounter sandstorms, we won't have to worry about having a mouthful of sand."
She was thinking about masks last night before going to sleep, and even considered how to make goggles so that she wouldn't have trouble traveling in windy and sandy weather.
He Fengmian looked at the things in her hands. Even though he knew that the person in front of him had many strange and wonderful ideas in her mind, he was still very shocked by what she described.
With the original owner's skill, even if we don't embroider flowers, sewing this kind of thing is indeed much faster.
After she finished making a simple mask, she proudly handed it to the person in front of her and said, "Try it on."
Seeing that he kept staring at this thing, I assumed he didn't know how to wear it.
I took it and went over to him, helping him put on the mask, and explained, "This thing is called a mask, it's used to cover your mouth and nose."
She leaned close to him and reached out to help him put on his mask; He Fengmian could even smell her fragrance.
Even though they were all covered in sweat after the hunt, this person still smelled nice.
Shulan didn't notice his unusual behavior or distraction, but she did say, "Oh dear, you have too much beard, it looks like you're suffocating."
The white mask covering the big beard looked rather funny, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Although he managed to restrain himself in time, He Fengmian still noticed: "..."
Shulan knew it wasn't good to laugh at others, so she quickly changed the subject: "Try it, does breathing like this feel smooth?"
He Fengmian, his tone indistinct, said, "Smooth."
Shulan said happily, "Right? This way, not only can it prevent sand from getting into the nose and mouth, but it also won't affect everyone's daily life. It's the same as a face mask, but unlike that, it doesn't have to be tied up tightly."
He Fengmian felt the so-called mask and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you."
Regardless of her motives, she did indeed help the He family army time and time again.
Shulan smiled brightly: "You're welcome."
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