Although animal blood contains salt, it is a good way to replenish salt for exiled prisoners who sweat profusely.
But the bacteria and parasites in the blood are also daunting.
Of course, this was said to Chi Xingyue. After all, the ancients had no such concepts at all.
Just because Chi Xingyue doesn't touch these potential dangers doesn't mean others won't touch them.
You can hardly live anymore, yet you still think about so many things. You are simply sick!
Therefore, the exiled prisoners, including the Ling family, shared the blood with great joy.
Chi Xingyue opened the water bag and took a sip of fresh milk. The rich aroma of milk filled her mouth and her eyes lit up.
I don’t know if it’s because there was no pollution in ancient times, but this milk doesn’t have any fishy smell and has a distinct sweetness.
Chi Xingyue took two sips, wiped the milk stains from the corners of her mouth away from others, and then handed the water bag to Ling Jiheng.
Ling Jiheng had a keen sense of smell, and as Chi Xingyue approached, he could smell the scent of milk. He leaned aside to block it, took the water bag, and took two gulps.
Then he screwed the lid on and asked Shu Muyun, "Mom, do you want to drink?"
Shu Muyun shuddered: "No, I can still hold on."
"Where's Dad?"
Ling Weicheng thought of Pa Cha and suspected that horse blood was the same as Pa Cha, looking dirty but actually very delicious.
Just as he was about to take it and try a bite, he saw his wife holding her chest with a look of nausea and wanting to vomit.
In an instant, I lost all thoughts and was just afraid that Shu Muyun would have his ears cut off.
He quickly helped her sit on the cart and asked her about her well-being. He was relieved when he was sure that his wife was just tired.
Chi Xingyue took out the thermometer again and found that the temperature had risen to 42 degrees.
It's only 9:30 and it's already so hot. What will happen when it's noon?
She looked at Shu Muyun worriedly, suspecting she had a heat stroke. But there was no Huoxiang Zhengqi water in the space, so she...
No, she still had a way. There were medicine bags in the space, and there were also wild grasses like dandelions on the newly refreshed ridges.
He quickly made a fire in the pit he had dug. After the charcoal was lit, he took a pot from the kitchen, filled it with water, and boiled dandelion water.
After boiling it and letting it cool, pour it into the water bag. Chi Xingyue changed the clay pot, soaked the medicine in cold water, and then boiled it slowly over low heat.
After the medicine was boiled, Chi Xingyue poured out the liquid. It was a dark mass that looked bitter.
Put it in a bowl to cool, so that the unburned charcoal would not be wasted. Chi Xingyue used his consciousness to boil several medicine bags.
Every time she finished boiling a pot, she would pour the medicine into a bowl, and the bowl would be pressed on the paper wrapping the medicine.
Here, we have to praise Ling Jiheng for his attentiveness.
All medicine packs prescribed by Dr. Cheng have detailed instructions on them.
Provide a discussion of one to two hundred words on the name, applicable symptoms, precautions, and decoction methods.
Although it was a bit long-winded, Chi Xingyue felt that this was the drug instructions from her previous life, and was especially suitable for her, a novice who knew nothing about pharmacology.
As time passed, Shu Muyun's symptoms became more and more obvious.
She had difficulty breathing, her vision went black, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
If the horse pulling the cart hadn't been strong enough, Shu Muyun's condition would have been even worse.
Ling Weicheng looked at Ling Jiheng anxiously, but found that although his son looked anxious, he did not show any action.
He closed his eyes and comforted himself: "It's okay, it's okay, Mu Yun will definitely make it!"
To make matters worse, even though the adults were taking good care of them, the little ones started to blush.
Chi Xingyue was a little anxious, but she was on her way and couldn't conjure anything.
He remembered something and quickly took off Shu Rui's clothes, leaving only a small pair of underwear.
Anyway, he is only five years old, so it doesn't matter if someone sees him.
Shu Rui was completely limp and had no strength to resist. In the end, he could only become the brightest one in the crowd.
Ge Jinglan felt a little dizzy and didn't have time to stop it before she saw her son being thrown naked into the car.
She hurried over and touched Shu Rui's forehead. Seeing that it was a little hot, she panicked.
"Xiao Rui, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother!"
Chi Xingyue patted her shoulder and said, "He must have had some heatstroke. Don't worry, auntie. Let Xiaorui rest for a while and let the heat go away."
When Ge Jinglan heard the word "heatstroke", her legs went weak and she almost fell down.
She knew that severe heatstroke could be fatal. On this exile road, there wasn't even a doctor. What was Xiao Rui supposed to do?
Seeing that she was completely panicked, Chi Xingyue didn't bother to comfort her. She hurried to the other children of the Ling family and explained while taking off her clothes: "It's too hot, and the child is showing signs of heatstroke.
They should have found a cool place to rest, but now the team couldn't stop, so they could only let them cool down first.
You too, we are all exiled, so why are there so many rules?
It’s time to roll up your sleeves, it’s time to take off your clothes, saving your life is important, reputation is nothing.
We just need to be upright and know what's going on!"
After saying this, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a wrist that was as thin and black as a bamboo pole.
"Oh my, how shameless! You dare to lift my clothes in broad daylight. The second son of the Ling family must be so unlucky to marry someone as shameless as you."
Madam Chen lay on the cart, dizzy and dazed, but she did not stop, saying the most vicious words for a woman in the Yong Dynasty.
Chi Xingyue's actions were so fast that no one in the Ling family could react.
After seeing her wrist clearly, Mrs. Ling stepped forward quickly, pulled off her sleeve, and complained: "You child, how come you don't understand anything? A woman's body should only be seen by her own man. What will Heng'er do if you do this?"
Chi Xingyue pursed her lips, feeling somewhat at a loss for words when communicating with the old lady. What had she done? She just showed her wrist, and she hadn't even rolled up her sleeves yet!
It's so hot, the food is so thick inside and outside, just like a stew. If we don't find a way to improve the environment, how can we expect God to have mercy on us?
Thinking back to her past life, who in Nanshan Village didn't wear short-sleeved shirts and shorts? A thin layer of fabric covered the key parts, and no one criticized.
Chi Xingyue thought the old lady was dissatisfied with her, but Rong Fangqing grabbed her wrist and explained to Ling Jiheng, "Your wife is young and naive. Don't blame her!"
Chi Xingyue understood that the old lady was protecting him in disguise.
I was a little touched at the moment, and asked in a dull voice: "Grandma, are you tired? Are you okay?"
Rong Fangqing shook her head. "I'm fine. Jinglan and Xuhong take care of me and the old man as if he were their own parents. Add in Zhijun, the third brother, and Ji Hao, and no one has a happier life than your grandfather and I."
Chi Xingyue nodded, relieved.
But no matter how I wear these clothes, which are soaked with sweat, sour and smelly, it is uncomfortable.
Before she could say anything, Ling Jiheng came over.
He took Chi Xingyue's hand and looked at Madam Chen with cold eyes: "You are so polite, but you must wear your own clothes."
Mrs. Chen was stupid and didn't hear Ling Jiheng's threat at all.
The other members of the Chen family were the same, they just walked with their heads covered, and no one came out to resolve the conflict.
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