22 Chapter 22
◎Fox Spirit◎
The next day, Jiang Jingyun woke up to the sound of roosters crowing, yawning with tears in his eyes.
He first reached out and touched Xiao Muyan's forehead, and only felt relieved when he confirmed that he no longer had a fever. Then he sat there in a daze for a long time, and only then did he realize that a thin blanket had been covering him without him noticing.
Um? Where did this thin quilt come from? Who covered him?
Jiang Jingyun looked at the person lying motionless. Could it be that Xiao Muyan had already woken up once last night and even covered him with a quilt!
Ahhh, what are you doing? You are being overly considerate at this critical moment! Wouldn't it tear the wound again? !
Jiang Jingyun was so scared that his sleepiness disappeared. He jumped up in a hurry, gently lifted Xiao Muyan's clothes, and confirmed that there was no trace of blood on the linen covering the wound. He breathed a sigh of relief and glared at the person on the bed: Really, what's wrong with this guy! If he wasn't still injured, I would really like to hit him on the head!
"But it's also my fault. I fell asleep even though I had to take care of someone, and made the injured person who finally woke up worry about him. I'm really useless!" After sulking in silence for a while, Jiang Jingyun pounded his waist which was a little stiff from sitting all night, then got up and went out to wash up.
He planned to cook some soft, glutinous, and easy-to-digest porridge for Xiao Muyan, and also prepare breakfast for the old doctor and his younger brothers and sisters.
When Jiang Jingyun finished making breakfast and brought a bowl of porridge into the room, he found that Xiao Muyan had woken up and was sitting on the bed. He was surprised and said, "Brother Xiao, you are awake. How do you feel?"
In a blink of an eye, he realized that someone had moved without permission, and frowned and said, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up? You can't move around now. What if you tear the wound again?"
"It's okay, I feel much better." Due to excessive blood loss and a high fever all night, Xiao Muyan's voice was dry as if it had been polished by sandpaper, weak and powerless.
Jiang Jingyun looked at his face, which had never been so pale, and disagreed, "How can it be good? Do you know that you lost a lot of blood yesterday? You almost died. You scared the hell out of all of us."
He walked to the bed with the porridge in his hand, and Xiao Muyan took it. "I can do it myself."
Jiang Jingyun followed his lead: "Well, eat this first. You must avoid certain foods due to your wound. When the doctor wakes up later, I will ask him about it carefully and then make you something delicious."
"Okay." Xiao Muyan nodded and said indifferently, "This one is also delicious, sweet."
"What's so delicious about a bowl of white porridge? I think you're just so hungry that you've lost your sense of taste." Jiang Jingyun muttered in dissatisfaction. He originally wanted to make some egg porridge, but he didn't know whether eggs should be avoided, so he just put a little sugar in it, just to supplement Xiao Muyan's sugar supply.
Seeing Xiao Muyan finish a bowl of porridge in just two or three mouthfuls, Jiang Jingyun went out and scooped another full bowl and handed it to him: "I have also boiled the medicine, remember to drink it later."
"Okay." Another short one-word response. It was estimated that if Jiang Jingyun said that he wanted to ride on his head for a while, Xiao Muyan would just nod and say "Okay" in response.
Jiang Jingyun was used to it and was too lazy to argue with the injured. He just watched the man drink the medicine and told Xiao Muyan to lie down and not move.
Xiao Muyan didn't respond this time. He sat there with a hesitant expression. He wanted to get up by himself, but because of Jiang Jingyun's instructions, he didn't dare to move without permission. He looked a little awkward for a moment.
Jiang Jingyun looked at it curiously: "What's wrong?"
Xiao Muyan was reluctant to speak for a long time, but he couldn't help it anymore and stammered: "I... I want to go to the toilet..."
"Oh..." Jiang Jingyun suddenly realized.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Jingyun helped the injured patient, whose ears were red, back to bed after solving his physiological problems. After making sure that Xiao Muyan had no more needs, he ordered him not to move anymore and went out to do his work.
First, I called my younger brothers and sisters to get up and wash, and urged them to eat breakfast. Then I sent those who needed to go to school to school, and sent those who needed to go to their uncle's house to their uncle's house. Then, after the doctor, who had gotten up upon hearing the noise, had breakfast, he was carefully asked about dietary restrictions and some precautions, and then he and his cousins who were setting up the stall sent the doctor back home.
After arriving in the town, Jiang Jingyun followed the doctor to the pharmacy to get some more medicine, then went to the private school to ask for three days off. Then, with the teacher's dissatisfied look, he went home with a pile of new homework.
When I got home, I went to the kitchen to stew the soup.
He asked the doctor carefully and was told that he only needed to avoid spicy food. Since Xiao Muyan had lost too much blood, he could prepare some nutritious and nourishing food. So the only two old hens in the house suffered and were slaughtered by Jiang Jingyun to make a nutritious meal.
There was no one at home, only Xiao Muyan was resting in Jiang Jingyun's room.
Xiao Muyan didn't sleep, he was lying on the bed with his eyes open, not moving. He turned around when he heard footsteps, and saw Jiang Jingyun walking into the room, sitting down beside the bed with his arms and legs crossed, looking straight at him: "Come on, since you don't want to sleep, then tell me, what happened yesterday to make you like this."
"It's just a small thing. I was careless." Xiao Muyan touched his nose and said guiltily.
"A small matter? You almost died yesterday!" Jiang Jingyun obviously didn't believe it and looked at Xiao Muyan seriously, "My neighbor, please be lenient if you confess, and be strict if you resist."
"Cough..." Xiao Muyan coughed softly. Although he wanted to cover up for himself and didn't want to reveal his useless side in front of his lover, he finally succumbed to Jiang Jingyun's gaze and confessed the whole thing honestly.
"So you're saying... you, a hunter with several years of experience, almost lost your life because of a vixen?!" Jiang Jingyun raised his voice, his face full of disbelief.
"...It's not a vixen, it's just an ordinary fox, and I want it for its fox skin..." Xiao Muyan corrected.
"They are all the same," Jiang Jingyun waved his hands nonchalantly, but was still somewhat puzzled. "What's so special about this vixen that makes you treat her like this?"
“......” Xiao Muyan looked at him without saying anything.
"Fox fur is very valuable? Are you short of money recently?"
"No."
"Why is that?"
"......" Xiao Muyan turned his head towards the bed, trying to avoid this question.
This time, no matter how he asked, Xiao Muyan was like a gourd with its mouth sawed off, and he refused to say anything. In the end, Jiang Jingyun was the first to compromise and changed the subject, "Brother Xiao, have you ever thought about changing your job?"
It is too dangerous to hunt alone in the mountains, and there is no one to take care of you if something happens.
This time we encountered a group of wild boars, what about next time? Jiang Jingyun didn't dare to imagine how dangerous it would be if he encountered a tiger or a wolf.
"Yeah, I've thought about it." Xiao Muyan responded this time.
"Oh?" Jiang Jingyun was surprised. He thought Xiao Muyan was so stubborn that he planned to stick to hunting for the rest of his life. He was thinking about how to persuade him, but he didn't expect that he also wanted to change his career. To be honest, the job of a hunter requires staying in the mountains for ten days or half a month all year round, and you may lose your life if you are not careful. Apart from being able to earn a little more than farming, Jiang Jingyun really can't think of anything good about hunting. "What are you going to do?"
"Butcher?" Xiao Muyan only attended elementary school for two years and knew a few words. Apart from hunting and some martial arts, he only knew some skinning and cutting techniques he learned from his father. Killing pigs and sheep was no problem for him.
"Killing pigs..." It's not that he looked down on the pig-killing business, but there are already two butcher shops in the town, and the place is not very big, so the competition is too fierce.
"Oh, I got it!" Jiang Jingyun suddenly thought of a good idea and looked at Xiao Muyan with bright eyes, "Brother Xiao, is there anyone raising sheep around here?"
"Sheep?" Xiao Muyan thought about it carefully and replied, "We don't have any in our village, but there is a village about ten miles away that lives on the mountain. I passed by there before and saw that several families raised a lot of goats."
"Really?!" Hearing the affirmative answer, Jiang Jingyun's eyes widened, like two sparkling black gems, flashing with blazing light, just like a kitten excited to see a fish.
"Yeah." Xiao Muyan clenched his fingers under the quilt, suppressed the urge to pet the cat, and responded with a smile.
"Great!" Jiang Jingyun jumped up happily and said to Xiao Muyan with a smile, "Brother Xiao, I have thought of what you can do next. You should rest and recover first. I will tell you when you are well."
After getting the information he wanted to know, Jiang Jingyun didn't explain it to anyone and went out to read his chicken soup.
He piqued people's curiosity and then just walked away without caring about anything, like a scumbag who would deny himself once he put on his pants.
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Speaking of the private school, it is also very lively.
In the study room of the private school, the midday sun was shining through the windows. Several scholars in long robes were sitting around a desk piled with books, pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
One of the scholars tapped the tabletop with his brush and said mysteriously, "Hey, have you heard? There will be new students coming to the private school."
"What's so strange about this?" One of the scholars, dressed in silk and rich clothes, glanced at the young man in brocade clothes and jade crown sitting alone, and signaled to everyone, "It's normal for people to come into the private school from time to time, isn't it?"
The gossiping scholar raised his eyebrows and said, "This time it's a little different. Rumor has it that the man was once known as a child prodigy."
"Is it true? How come I haven't heard of it? Is he just bragging?" Another person was full of doubt. "If he is really that amazing, why didn't he pass the exam and become a scholar long ago? Why did he need to come to our private school to study?"
"I don't know about this. I just heard about it..."
"I happened to run into the teacher meeting someone this morning, but I don't know if it was the one you were talking about." Another person came over quietly and lowered his voice, "I saw that the man was dressed simply and looked frail. If you must say there was something special about him...he looked particularly poor?"
“…, boring.”
Disperse, disperse. They will know who they are once the people arrive.
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