Hu Zi touched the gold bar carefully and even left a tooth mark on it. He was confused and couldn't believe it!
He turned around and asked Doubao: "How did you steal the money from a big yellow croaker?"
"About two thousand five! Haha, are you stupid?"
Hu Zi held one in each hand and exhaled, "Oh my god, five thousand... no, six thousand!"
He stared at the big bundle of unity on the table with a silly smile on his face.
Zhang Wenyong also raised his lips: "You two are really amazing! I really admire you. You went to the mountains alone to save people. You are so brave..."
"As for what happened in the village, my father kept talking to me about it for half the night when I got back last night!"
He looked at Lian Xiaomin and asked, "What kind of hidden weapon did you throw at those bandits who entered our yard to knock them down?"
"My father described it to me as something miraculous. He also told my elder and second brothers not to tell anyone else!"
"He said that Xiaomin is just a young girl after all, and her skills are so good, if it gets out, it will attract attention! Fortunately, only her father and son know about it, and they are all tight-lipped, so you can rest assured."
Lian Xiaomin was touched. Uncle Shengli was a good man. It was worth it to take the risk to rescue him from Jinli.
She said happily: "I didn't use a hidden weapon, I just threw a stone. Hehe, it's because Doubao and I caught up with him. He is also a good shooter."
Hu Zi was still happy: "I suddenly felt that all the suffering and beatings I received in the past few days were worth it."
Wang Xintian grinned and hugged his head: "Really? Oh my god, you are the same as I was back then! No, you are different. Didn't you see how I was beaten by the bandits..."
"…Your injuries took a whole month to heal, and I see that you're fine after just a few days. I didn't beat you hard enough."
Hu Zi turned to look at him and said, "Brother Xin Tian, why do I feel that what you said is not quite right?"
Everyone laughed again.
The crowd met and left before it was too late.
Lian Xiaomin asked Zhang Wenyong to tell her if there were any new discoveries in the transport team, and they would look for clues together.
She always felt that if there was a first time, there would be a second time, and she was afraid that someone would come to harm him again.
Zhang Wenyong nodded and agreed, and went back first. Since he was back in Sandagou anyway, he could see him anytime in the same village.
After sending them out, Xiaomin did not return to the house immediately, but stood there and pondered for a moment.
The night enveloped the surroundings, and everything was quiet and silent.
She locked the gate from the outside and went to the cowshed not far away.
It was about ten o'clock and everything was quiet.
The heat gradually faded away, and a light night breeze blew, which was quite cool.
She walked lightly. The cowshed was not far away. At her speed, she could reach there in five minutes if she walked fast.
He found a slightly secluded place to stand, and using his mental power, he was able to directly see the situation of the row of adobe houses behind him.
Directly focus on the westernmost part...
At this moment, a dim oil lamp was lit in the room. There were two single beds, with two people living in them, neither of whom had slept yet.
She immediately recognized that the person wearing a gray vest leaning against the head of the outer bed was Zheng Ying!
For a moment, I felt a mixture of emotions.
I saw that he was very thin and looked haggard, with a little bruise on his cheek. He was covering his stomach with one hand and seemed to be moaning softly.
At this moment, he half closed his eyes and frowned tightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain from making a louder sound due to the pain.
Lian Xiaomin instantly recalled the unforgettable image in the film... the pair of sword-like eyebrows were as sharp and straight as a knife, and the eyes were full of determination...
Lian Xiaomin deeply admires Zheng Ying's unyielding real experience in life and his persistent pursuit of art.
Although Zheng Ying's experiences were just text descriptions she read on the Internet, at this moment, she had actually found herself in it because of this unexpected time travel.
Everything is no longer a cold text introduction, but something that is really happening.
I sighed and wondered what I could do for him.
At this moment, the person sitting on the single bed inside spoke.
"Old Zheng, how about I go and borrow some food? Is your stomach problem acting up again? Sigh... an empty stomach must make you feel even worse..."
The man was wearing a pair of glasses, looked to be in his early forties, and was wearing a navy blue short-sleeved vest.
Just as he was about to stand up and walk out, Zheng Ying quickly stopped him.
"Qingping, forget it, just hold on and it will pass. It's not easy for anyone to get enough nutrients, don't cause trouble for everyone."
The middle-aged man named Qingping was dejected but helpless.
"I'm afraid you can't hold on. You've had several attacks since you came here, and you still have to work in the fields during the day..."
Lian Xiaomin had an idea and used her consciousness to search quickly in the space.
Find a bag of adult milk powder, ten eggs, three packs of noodles, and three pounds of rice.
Then I wrapped twenty stomach medicine pills in white paper and wrote on it: Stomach medicine, one pill each time, three times a day.
While putting these into a small cloth bag, he walked without stopping to a place about 20 meters west of the house.
There was not even a courtyard wall here, so she hid behind a tree. With a thought, she immediately placed the small cloth bag she had prepared at the door through the air.
He held a small stone in his hand and threw it gently at the wooden door.
There was a click, not too loud or too light, just enough to startle the people in the room.
"Who?" Qingping just called out in a low voice but did not make any move.
After listening for a while, he walked hesitantly to the door, quietly opened it a crack, and looked outside.
Suddenly I saw a cloth bag on the ground!
He was startled and didn't dare to take it immediately.
I looked around again, but didn't see any human figure. Finally, I couldn't help but squat down and take a closer look at what it was.
At first glance, it turned out that the part exposed on the top was actually noodles!
Lian Xiaomin poked her little head out of the darkness and secretly watched him. She was so excited that she didn't care about anything else. She took the things in and only then felt relieved.
The two people in the room had already started whispering, wondering who had sent it.
Qingping ignored all that and quickly lit the small stove, added some water to the clay pot, and made up his mind to cook a bowl of egg noodles for Zheng Ying first.
While watching the white noodles rolling in the boiling water, he turned around and whispered, "Brother Zheng, I saw there is a small packet of medicine, and it says stomach medicine!"
"Eat the noodles and then drink the medicine! Oh, I don't know which hero brought this medicine! If I knew, I would kowtow to him."
This person's accent is also from Northeast China, and Zheng Ying is also from Yuanshi, Liaoning Province. Maybe they are from the same place.
Zheng Ying over there was lost in thought, his eyes slowly moving towards the window.
The windows of the adobe house were covered with paper, so he couldn't see outside clearly, but he seemed to be looking far, far away...
Lian Xiaomin outside did not stay any longer and hurried back with brisk steps. Since they were close, she reached home in a flash like a gust of wind.
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