Chapter 3 Try to survive
Lu Zexu had never bought anything by himself. Usually, he would give an order and the palace servants would deliver it. He was a little excited about buying something for the first time.
He got out of bed immediately, but because of the big movement, he pulled the wound. However, this did not discourage his enthusiasm for shopping.
In consideration of Lu Zexu's injury, young age and inconvenience in movement, Sang Yian pushed the shopping cart and followed him. While walking, she did not forget to introduce things, which was very responsible.
It was definitely not because of the mutton-fat jade pendant.
Then she received the fancy exclamation of the little fat sheep.
"This is actually salt? It's so white and so fine? This is incredible! The salt in my kitchen is only bluish-white!"
Sang Yian quickly threw sea salt, lake salt, rock salt, well salt, low-sodium salt, etc. into the shopping cart. Anyway, he just pushed the cart over, one bag at a time.
"Is this sugar? Is sugar so white? The maltose I eat is brown-yellow."
Got it.
Sang Yian began to repeat the above actions, but this time he put sugar in it. It doesn't matter if it's white sugar, brown sugar, or rock sugar, just put it in.
Not only that, Sang Yian also took him around to the snack area, where there was more sugar.
Hard candy, soft candy, fruit candy, chocolate candy, marshmallow, just take it with your eyes closed.
Seeing that Little Sheep had already started to load the candies, Sang Yian, the unscrupulous boss, couldn't help but remind him, "Eating too much candies will cause tooth decay. Don't forget to brush your teeth. You don't have the technology to replace teeth, do you?"
Lu Zexu looked at the candies that had already filled up half of the shopping cart, feeling a little embarrassed.
As the crown prince, he relied on his father for everything. Whether he liked it or not, he was extremely restrained. He didn't want to be considered by the court officials as a hedonistic prince who was unable to take on important responsibilities.
It was the first time that he showed his joy like today.
Sang Yian looked at the reddish tips of the little fat sheep's ears, a little puzzled, "What's there to be shy about eating candy? Don't all children like to eat candy? I liked to eat it when I was a child."
Lu Zexu straightened his back and said in denial, "I'm not a child. I'm already 12 years old, and I can get married in three years. The Grand Tutor said that after I get married, I can enter the court and take up an official position."
"Cough cough cough!"
Sang Yian was shocked by his own saliva.
Getting married at the age of 15?
In modern times, 15 years old should just be in high school, right?
Seeing her shocked expression, Lu Zexu finally regained his pride as a prince. He raised his chin slightly, a little proud, "I am already an adult who can be discussed for marriage!"
Seeing his arrogant look, like a proud little rooster, Sang Yian was a little speechless and couldn't help but hit him, "Then when you get married and enter the court, you will not be far away from the miserable life of an emperor."
The smile on Lu Zexu's face was directly He froze, then suddenly remembered the decision he had just made, and smiled expectantly and changed the subject immediately, "As long as you brush your teeth frequently, there will be no problem, right?"
Sang Yian immediately took a row of toothbrushes and threw them into the shopping cart. Of course, toothpaste was indispensable, such as Black, Zhonghua, Jiajietu, Shusodyne, Yunnan Baiyao, as long as it was on the shelf, she did not miss any of them, one by one, and the service was particularly good.
"Replace the toothbrush once a month, and do not use it for a long time, it will breed bacteria," Sang Yian paused, "Anyway, if you use it for too long, it will produce things that are not good for your body, and you may get sick."
She didn't want to explain what bacteria were to an ancient person.
Now that she had arrived at the toiletries area, she arranged all kinds of soaps, shampoos, and shower gels. Before she even left the area, the shopping cart was already full.
After pushing the full shopping cart to the side door, she pulled another one. When she pushed it over, she found that Xiao Fei Yang was standing in the stationery area, holding the most ordinary black signature pen and writing on the blank paper prepared in advance on the shelf.
No matter how Sang Yian looked at it, it seemed awkward. Finally, she realized that Xiao Fei Yang's posture of holding the pen was wrong.
Holding a signature pen in the same posture as holding a brush is really awkward.
"We don't hold the pens like this here." Sang Yian took out another pen to demonstrate, and also wrote his own name.
The little sheep followed suit. Unlike the strokes of a brush, this pen is easier to control and can write faster.
Seeing his surprised look, Sang Yian felt relieved and couldn't help showing off, "Is our pen good to write with? It writes well and quickly, and the cost is much cheaper than your brush."
"It's really good." Lu Zexu wrote a few words and felt it.
Then, without Sang Yian's promotion, Lu Zexu started to throw all kinds of pens into the shopping cart one by one, as well as all kinds of notebooks. In the end, even A4 printing paper was not spared.
Sang Yian just watched quietly. Sure enough, he was still a scholar. He had no resistance to seeing these.
By the time he started to take the various watercolors and gouache paints, the car was no longer full.
Sang Yian stood leisurely aside, chewing a bar of coffee-flavored chocolate to refresh himself, "You can take whatever is in the store, but a friendly reminder, how are you going to take these things home? Don't forget, you are still injured!"
Lu Zexu seemed to have been paused. He just looked at these things and forgot the most serious problem, he was still being assassinated. He
didn't know if the assassin outside had left, and he didn't know if his father would send someone to find him.
He lowered his head, and his mood instantly fell.
Under the bright light, the young man in the dirty and messy gorgeous clothes had dim eyes, and between his brows was a deep and insoluble loneliness and sadness.
Sang Yian sighed secretly, he was still a child after all.
"I always keep my word. If you can't take it, you can leave it here with me first. When you go back and make arrangements, you can come back and take it."
Lu Zexu looked up and said, "What if there is no next time?"
Sang Yian was silent, she couldn't guarantee that.
Lu Zexu smiled bitterly, "Besides, I don't know if I can go back alive. I came here when I fell off a cliff. Maybe when I get out, what's waiting for me is an assassin's sword."
"Then fight hard and try to survive!"
Sang Yian walked to the shelf of outdoor supplies, picked up a military green backpack, and began to pack various necessities for outdoor survival.
While packing, she also demonstrated how to use it.
Compasses, high-intensity flashlights, climbing ropes, lighters, matches, folding knives, water bottles, whatever you see, you just stuff them in.
As for food, mineral water, ham, chocolate, biscuits, self-heating rice, beef jerky, etc., enough for him to eat for a week.
Just in case, she also packed a bag of refined salt, a bag of white sugar, a signature pen and a notebook.
She packed all the bandages, gauze, disinfectant, painkillers, anti-inflammatory drugs, Yunnan Baiyao, Enteritis Ling, etc. in the first aid kit for him.
She was particularly serious about the instructions for these medicines, worried that this little fat sheep would eat the wrong ones and die directly.
The only regret was that her supermarket didn't sell clothes, so she went directly to the bedding area and picked up a blanket, and tied it directly to her backpack.
"Did you remember what I just said?" Sang Yian handed over the two bags.
Lu Zexu nodded blankly, "I remember."
Sang Yian leaned over, stared at the young boy, and smiled, "Don't pin your hope of survival on others, try your best to survive, maybe we will have a chance to meet again."