Only after Er Ya ran away in a daze did Zhang Cheng turn his gaze away.
He walked to the corner of the room and began to work with the dried jasmine flowers and beeswax.
He had specially obtained this from the old blind man, intending to make something for Shi Yangyang.
The weather is so dry and cold, her lips are cracked from the cold.
Melt beeswax, mix it with crushed dried jasmine flowers and a few herbs given to you by the old blind man, which are said to moisturize the skin.
It doesn't need any fancy molds, nor does it need to look pretty.
Zhang Cheng simply found a clean, rough porcelain bowl, poured the still-warm paste into it, and casually placed it on the windowsill to cool.
Soon, a bowl of homemade lip balm with a faint floral fragrance was ready.
He walked up to Shi Yangyang, dipped his finger in the lipstick, and gently applied it to her chapped lips.
"This way, once it's spread evenly, it will feel better."
Zhang Cheng patiently and carefully taught her.
Although Shi Yangyang is not in a good mental state, she is not stupid.
Zhang Cheng taught her several times, and she tilted her head and clumsily tried to use her fingers to dab the paste in the bowl onto her lips.
Seeing her earnest little face, Zhang Cheng felt a warmth in his heart.
After finishing all that, he stepped out of the mud house and took a deep breath of the cold air.
This activity was intended to help his still somewhat frail body.
The snow in the yard had not yet been cleared, so Zhang Cheng found a relatively clean open space.
He lowered his waist and stood at attention, assuming a fighting stance.
I started practicing military boxing.
It's not the version from later generations that focuses more on performance and defeating the enemy.
Rather, it is this era that truly originated from the battlefield, emphasizing killing techniques that can kill the enemy in one move.
Chokehold.
Insert an eye.
Kick the groin.
Every move was ruthless and targeted the vital points.
Before his rebirth, he studied under a master of external martial arts from the Southern Military Region, who was extremely skilled in physical training. He learned this set of boxing techniques and some methods for tempering the body.
Unfortunately, tempering the physical body is too expensive, and he doesn't even dare to think about it now.
We can only start by practicing the basics.
Practice horse stance.
He crouched slightly, his body swaying back and forth as if he were being tossed about on an invisible warhorse.
It may seem simple, but it is the foundation for strengthening muscles and bones, cultivating lower body strength, and improving body coordination.
Zhang Cheng did not rush to achieve quick results.
He needs to readjust this body to the fighting techniques of his past life, and reintegrate those cruel instincts into muscle memory.
He wasn't physically weak; he was a child from the mountains who had been through a lot of hardship since childhood. He was just malnourished and lacked strength.
A dozen minutes later, I started to feel a tingling and burning sensation in my thigh muscles.
Blood circulation accelerated, dispelling the chill and leaving the body feeling warm.
That's about it.
Zhang Cheng slowly finished his practice, exhaling a breath of turbid air tinged with white vapor.
If you continue training like this, you'll overdo it and it will damage your muscles.
Feeling sticky and sweaty, and unable to take a shower, Zhang Cheng, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, frowned and felt extremely uncomfortable.
...
Days passed by, the peace was somewhat oppressive.
Er Ya would still sneak into the backyard when no one was paying attention in the front yard.
She sat by Shi Yangyang's bedside, her belly bulging, chatting about village gossip or her hopes for the baby in her womb.
Shi Yangyang remained seated quietly, occasionally blinking, as if listening or lost in thought.
But at least, she's no longer completely unresponsive to the outside world like before.
Five days later.
The family's food reserves are almost empty.
That small amount of wild boar and roe deer meat simply couldn't be consumed quickly enough.
As dawn broke, the wind and snow continued outside.
Zhang Cheng slung the old hunting rifle over his shoulder, and also carried the double-barreled hunting rifle that Tie Zhengzi had given him.
Two guns and dozens of bullets are his greatest reliance now.
He walked out of the mud house.
Dim firelight flickered through the windows of the main house in the front yard.
Clearly, there wasn't enough firewood at home to burn.
Zhang Cheng remained expressionless, preparing to turn and leave.
"Squeak—"
The door to the main house was pushed open.
The eldest brother, Zhang An, hunched his shoulders and tucked his hands into his sleeves as he came out, seemingly to gather firewood.
He spotted Zhang Cheng in the courtyard, dressed in military uniform and carrying two guns.
Zhang An was stunned for a moment, then a trace of resentment and fear flashed in his eyes, which finally turned into a cold snort, and he glared fiercely at Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently, as if he hadn't seen him, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.
Put on gloves sewn from wolf skin and wrap the wolf skin scarf tightly around your neck.
Zhang Cheng stepped into the vast snowfield, his feet sinking deep into the snow, and headed towards the deep mountains.
The snow is thicker than it was a few days ago.
Looking out, the world was a vast expanse of white, blindingly so, devoid of any life.
The cold wind, swirling with snowflakes, howled past my ears like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down my spine.
Zhang Cheng's figure appeared exceptionally small and lonely in the vast snowfield, like a solitary ghost.
Instead of choosing the sunny slope, he went straight to the shady side of the mountain.
There will be less snow there, and you might be able to find some bare, withered grass or plant roots.
Only when there is food can hungry wild animals be attracted.
Two hours later.
Zhang Cheng arrived near a frozen mountain stream.
Sure enough, on the distant hillside, some sparse, withered yellow grass stubbornly peeked out from under the snow.
He found a sheltered snow slope, spread a small piece of wolf skin he was carrying on the ground, and sat down.
In this kind of weather, there's no need to deliberately look for shelter.
The heavy snow continued to fall, and in just over ten minutes, his figure would blend into the surrounding environment.
When hunting in the mountains during the harsh winter, patience is the most important factor.
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