The coolness of her underwear made Qin Qingman temporarily give up on investigating Wei Ling's strange behavior. She closed the door and checked the house. Seeing that the shed was relatively safe, she quickly undressed, took off her sweaty underwear, and hung it on the firewood to dry.
In a place where there was nothing, she didn't care about being particular. She was wearing an outer coat that was not only drying her underwear, but also the sweat on her body.
Half an hour later, the slightly sweaty underwear was dried and Qin Qingman quickly put it on.
Only after putting on the dry and warm underwear did Qin Qingman finally breathe a sigh of relief. Although Wei Ling was a soldier, she was still afraid of being alone with him in the mountains.
After tidying up her clothes and making sure nothing was wrong, Qin Qingman opened the door of the shed.
As soon as the door opened, she saw a tall figure standing not far away with his back to her.
Its upright figure is straighter than that of the poplar tree, and more eye-catching.
"Comrade, would you like to come in and warm yourself by the fire?" Qin Qingman said this when she saw the wild boar not far from Wei Ling.
A wild boar weighing nearly 300 pounds was actually carried and moved easily by this man. Qin Qingman had a new understanding of Wei Ling's strength. Recalling how the wild boar died, she had some guesses about Wei Ling's fighting ability.
Wei Ling did not turn around when Qin Qingman asked, but took a look at the sky and said, "Comrade, it's getting late, let's go down the mountain first."
"Comrade, come in and warm yourself by the fire first. We'll eat something before we go down the mountain. There's no rush." Wei Ling could stand in the snow for half an hour, but Qin Qingman couldn't stand going without food for a long time.
She was hungry. The previous high-intensity escape had exhausted all her energy. If she didn't replenish her food, she would faint.
If you don't want to cause trouble for Wei Ling, replenishing food is a must.
Wei Ling sensed the reason from Qin Qingman's words, calculated the time needed to get down the mountain, and agreed: "Okay."
Only after seeing Wei Ling agree did Qin Qingman turn around and go back to the shed.
At this moment, she felt very lucky. She had escaped for her life and her bag was not lost. The two big buns she brought from home were also still there.
But with the addition of Wei Ling, Qin Qingman could not just take care of herself. She quickly lifted the lid on the earthen jar next to the firewood pile. Inside was not only a small pot, but also a cloth bag filled with corn kernels. Although there was not much corn, it was enough for a meal.
Carrying the pot, Qin Qingman went out to collect snow.
At this time, the only usable water in the mountains is the accumulated snow. Just pick up the clean snow and bring it back in a pot.
"Let me do it." Wei Ling realized what Qin Qingman was going to do and took the initiative to step forward to help.
"Thank you." Qin Qingman didn't hesitate and passed the pot to Wei Ling.
Wei Ling was used to being independent and could take care of himself. He first used the snow to clean the pot several times, and only after the pot, which had not been used for a long time, was clean did he collect the snow on the treetops.
A minute later he entered the shed carrying a pot of snow.
After handing the pot to Qin Qingman, Wei Ling thought for a moment, turned around and left the shed again.
Qin Qingman didn't care what Wei Ling was doing outside. She quickly washed the corn with dried snow and then put it on the firewood to cook. As the water in the pot dried up, the aroma of corn filled the shed. Finally, two large buns with oil on them became the highlight of this pot of rice.
Just as the aroma of corn became stronger, Wei Ling came back.
He came back with a big armful of dead branches. He was going to replenish the firewood in the shed.
"Comrade, the meal is ready, let's eat." Qin Qingman handed the wooden chopsticks she had just sharpened to Wei Ling. Facing the domineering Wei Ling, she was a little nervous.
No one would be as relaxed as it seems when facing a man with strong fighting power.
Facing the chopsticks passed to him, Wei Ling was silent for only a second before taking them. To be honest, he was also hungry, and the corn rice made by Qin Qingman was indeed very fragrant. The refreshing aroma tempted his taste buds.
"Comrade, my name is Qin Qingman, and I'm a villager from Kaoshantun at the foot of the mountain." Qin Qingman took the initiative to introduce herself to her savior.
"My name is Wei Ling, a soldier." Wei Ling introduced himself concisely.
After these words were spoken, the shed became quiet again.
Qin Qingman was a little nervous when facing Wei Ling, and Wei Ling didn't know how to face girls. Before he traveled through time, he was the prince of the Duke's Mansion. In that era of strict etiquette and laws, he had no experience of being alone with girls.
After crossing over, he spent most of his time in the barracks and had no chance to be alone with the girl. The etiquette ingrained in his bones made it difficult for him to find a topic to continue.
Finally, it was Qin Qingman who broke the silence in the shed, "Comrade Wei, we can have one bun each. The conditions here are simple, so we can just make do with what we have."
"Okay, you eat first."
Wei Ling looked at the only pot and finally nodded, then pushed the pot in front of Qin Qingman.
Qin Qingman's face turned red instantly.
That's not what she meant!
But it seemed inappropriate to explain at this time. In the end, she lowered her head and held the pot to eat. She was very careful when eating. She divided the pot of rice into two parts, one with more and one with less. She ate one-sixth of the portion.
The chopsticks should be moved within one-sixth of the circle, and try not to go beyond the limit.
Qin Qingman chewed slowly and after ten minutes, she finished the buns first. However, there was still some rice left in the pot. She overestimated her appetite and couldn't finish it.
"I'll do it."
Wei Ling had been keeping an eye on Qin Qingman. Noticing that she was eating slower and slower and looked a little embarrassed, he understood what was going on. Naturally, he moved the pot calmly and started eating.
Seeing Wei Ling eating the rest of his meal, Qin Qingman's face turned even redder, and the little man in her mind was screaming non-stop.
Wei Ling actually ate her saliva!
She had just used chopsticks to divide the rice in the pot in order to avoid such an embarrassing situation, but Wei Ling took the pot and started to stir all the rice and eat it in big mouthfuls. Does this count as an indirect exchange of food between the two of them?
As Qin Qingman thought about this, she felt her face getting even hotter.
She didn't dare to look at Wei Ling at all and could only turn her eyes away. In this way, she missed Wei Ling's red earlobe.
Eating from the same pot as a bowl, not only Qin Qingman felt embarrassed, but Wei Ling also felt nervous and embarrassed.
This break from etiquette was of great significance to him, and because of this meal, he made a certain decision in his heart.
In his previous life, Wei Ling was the prince of a duke. He had been living a life of luxury since childhood and had very sensitive taste buds. Although he could eat the big pot meals in the barracks, he liked gourmet food more. When he ate the buns and corn rice made by Qin Qingman, he suddenly felt like he was dreaming of his previous life.
This feeling made him feel complete.
Wei Ling finished a big pot of rice in less than ten minutes. It had been a long time since he had eaten a meal that he liked so much.
Even with simple meals, he was very satisfied.
"Comrade Wei, pack up. It's getting late. Let's go down the mountain." Qin Qingman watched Wei Ling finish most of the pot of rice. She was no longer so nervous. Instead, she naturally took the pot from Wei Ling's hand after saying this, took it outside the shed, wiped it clean with the accumulated snow, and then brought it back.
While Qin Qingman was busy, Wei Ling also rolled back a snowball the size of a basketball from outside the shed. He placed the snowball on the burning firewood, and the fire was completely extinguished in less than a minute.
Qin Qingman checked the shed and saw that nothing was missing before she said, "There's no corn left in the jar. I'll have to get some more next time I go up the mountain."
She had watched documentaries in her previous life and knew that there were such hunters’ rest huts in the mountains of the Northeast. Hunters would leave some supplies behind before leaving, which was a help to those who came after them and also a way to save lives.
The rescued people will also replenish their supplies voluntarily after they are safe.
This tradition has been passed down from generation to generation in the mountains. If they move the corn in the jar today, they must replenish it the next time they go up the mountain.
"I'll make it up tomorrow." Wei Ling agreed with Qin Qingman's arrangement.
"Then let's go." Qin Qingman reached out and closed the door of the shed.
It took quite a while to cook the meal. The sun was already setting and the temperature was dropping rapidly. Qin Qingman couldn't help shivering while standing in the snow. Without the protection of the scarf, she felt her ears and neck were very cold.
Just when Qin Qingman was about to reach out to touch her ears, a hat was put on her head.
The warm hat carries a unique Wei Ling scent.
It smells really good and is very warm.
"Comrade..." Qin Qingman wanted to refuse because there was only one hat.
"I'm going to carry a wild boar, so I'll sweat. I'm not cold." Wei Ling looked at Qin Qingman calmly with his bright eyes, and at the same time pulled the horse over, "Comrade Qin, get on the horse."
Qin Qingman's heart instantly softened.
Although Wei Ling doesn't talk much, he is really considerate and polite.
Just as Qin Qingman and Wei Ling were going down the mountain, Kaoshantun was in an uproar because of the return of Zhu Hongxia and her friends.
Zhu Hongxia was seriously injured, very seriously, and was carried down the mountain while unconscious. Qin Xiang and her two sisters-in-law also had their ribs broken by the wild boar.
While crying and wiping tears, several people unanimously said that it was Qin Qingman who harmed them.
At this moment, Liu Hechang also came to join in the fun. Seeing Qin Caiyun's miserable state, he of course wanted to cancel the engagement.
How could Qin Lei and Qin Caiyun agree?
During the stalemate, Liu Hechang said, "Change people!"
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Pre-collected article "After becoming a widow, the dead man came back [Sixties]"
There are always troubles around a widow. Unfortunately, Song Jingshu was transmigrated into a beautiful widow, and all kinds of rumors were secretly spread.
Song Jingshu was not someone who could endure. Her personality was as fiery as her appearance. She stood with her hands on her hips in the courtyard and made indirect complaints for three days. After three days, no one dared to provoke her anymore, and the gossip disappeared without a trace.
Song Jingshu left a comment "You bitch are just hypocritical" and then went home.
Just when she was living a prosperous life with her child, her dead man came back.
The man was tall and handsome, with a reserved and cold temperament and an abstinence-like air.
At night, Song Jingshu bit her little finger silk hard under the quilt.
You said he had a cold personality and didn’t understand romance?
The abstinence system you promised?
What happened to not having an erection?!
"Where did the child come from?" the man pushed Song Jingshu against the wall and asked, his face full of amusement.
Song Jingshu swallowed her saliva and said, "A thief."
Man: ...How dare you answer!
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