Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Wait until he is full and then leave
The silence in the yard was interrupted by Huo San's entry. He was holding a wine jug in his hand. With his drunken eyes, he saw Miao Ying standing in the yard. His hands were faster than his brain, and he threw his wine jug at Miao Ying.
Miao Ying had a brain injury and was slow to react. He watched the wine jug flying towards him. At this time, a tall figure stood in front of him and reached out to catch the wine jug thrown by Huo San.
Huo San was a little scared of him. He was drunk and his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground.
And Miao Ying, unfortunately, fainted again.
When he woke up this time, the room was pitch black and he couldn't see his hand in front of him. He propped himself up and sat up, thinking about the pot of chicken soup. He didn't drink a single sip.
His stomach was growling at this moment, and Miao Ying sighed in the dark. What should he do next?
A ray of light appeared in the room. It was the tinder on Huo Xing's body that lit the oil lamp. Miao Ying then realized that Huo Xing had slept on the floor in the room.
The darkness was dispelled by the light. Miao Ying sat on the bed, his head still aching slightly. He reached out to touch it and found that the medicine on his head seemed to be newly applied.
Huo Xing is such a good man. I don’t know if the original owner was blind. She would rather follow gangsters than live a good life with Huo Xing.
While Miao Ying was daydreaming, Huo Xing had already left the room. When he came back, he was holding two bowls. One bowl contained chicken soup. There was definitely no chicken leg in the soup, but fortunately there was still a piece of chicken neck. The other bowl contained a mixed flour steamed bun.
The room was too small to have a table, so Huo Xing placed two bowls on the box beside the bed, indicating that Miao Ying could eat.
Miao Ying didn't care about anything. He took the chicken soup and drank a few mouthfuls. Then he started to eat the multi-grain steamed bread. The steamed bread was not made of refined grains, and it felt a bit irritating in his throat when he swallowed it whole. But Miao Ying was extremely hungry and didn't care about much. He even tasted the fragrant aroma of grain in the steamed bread. Soon, both bowls were empty.
"Go to the government office to get the seal tomorrow, and then you can leave." Huo Xing said.
Miao Ying felt that the steamed bread he had just eaten was stuck in his throat, and the rough grains seemed to have scratched his throat. He didn't really have to stay in the Huo family. The main reason was that he didn't know where to go after leaving the Huo family. Even if he had some memories of the original owner, he still knew nothing about this world.
He looked at Huo Xing and said with difficulty: "I am not yours, that Miao Ying."
Huo Xing turned his head and glanced at him.
"When you found me, was I already dead?" Miao Ying continued, "Yes, he was already dead, and then I came."
Miao Ying went to see him, but did not see any expression on his face. It seemed that Miao Ying was not talking about resurrection but about how delicious the meal tonight was.
"You don't believe it at all?" Miao Ying was a little discouraged, "But what I said is true."
"What do you want to do?" Huo Xing asked.
"Can I stay here? Didn't he steal your family's money? I can help you earn it back." Although Miao Ying didn't know much about this world, as a time traveler and working emperor, making money is a piece of cake for him.
Huo Xing didn't say anything, but raised his hand to turn off the light: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"Wait a moment." Miao Ying quickly got up and moved a little further into the bed. "It's too cold. Why don't you come to bed and sleep?"
Miao Ying hasn't quite accepted his identity as a brother yet. He feels that he is still a man, and it's not a big deal to squeeze in with Huo Xing. Winter is coming soon, and it would be bad if he catches a cold.
Besides, this house and the room belong to Huo Xing. He is the one who has taken over their property.
Huo Xing did not move, but lay quietly on the ground.
Miao Ying sighed and lay down again. It would be difficult to change their opinion of him in a short time anyway. His most urgent task was to heal the wound on his head. This was in ancient times. If you were not careful, you would go to see the King of Hell. He had just died once and he didn't want to die again in a short time.
However, the fatal wound on his head was too serious. Miao Ying started to have a fever at night. His face was flushed red. In a daze, a cold handkerchief was placed on his forehead. After a while, he tasted the taste of herbs in his mouth. Miao Ying could taste the flavors of bupleurum, pinellia and ginger.
After a night, Miao Ying was covered in sweat. The not-so-good-quality clothes stuck stiffly to his body after being soaked and dried by sweat. When he opened his eyes, he saw a set of underwear placed on his quilt.
He quickly got under the quilt and changed his underwear. The sun was shining brightly outside the window. After Miao Ying put on his clothes and walked out of the room, there was only Huo Xiaobao in the small courtyard, catching insects in the corner with his naked butt.
When Huo Xiaobao saw Miao Ying, he timidly shrank into the corner. Miao Ying approached him and asked, "Where are my family members?"
"My eldest brother went up the mountain, my mother went out to work, and my grandmother went to visit my grandmother Ying."
Miao Ying reached out and touched his head: "You can talk so much, it's amazing."
Huo Xiaobao opened his eyes wide: "I'm already four years old!"
Miao Ying smiled and turned around to see a bowl of water and half a steamed bun left on the dining table in the main hall. He hurried over and started eating.
Huo Xiaobao seemed very curious about him again and squatted aside to watch him.
Miao Ying thought he was hungry, so he broke off half of the steamed bread and gave it to him. Huo Xiaobao took it in a daze, and the two of them, the big and the small, began to eat face to face.
After eating the steamed bread, Miao Ying looked at the house again and sighed in his heart, they are still poor. How much money can Huo Xing make by hunting alone?
It was already late autumn, and the harvest season must have passed. According to his understanding, grain taxes were very heavy in ancient times. Their family probably didn't have much land, but the per capita tax was very high. The new grain had to be handed over to the government before it was even warm. Just looking at the steamed buns, you could tell that it was many years old.
I don’t know how long it took my grandmother and Huo Xing to save up so much money, but the original owner gave it all to Huo Huo.
Miao Ying rolled up his sleeves and vowed to make more money for the Huo family, firstly to pay off the debt, and secondly to repay Huo Xing for making medicine for him last night.
In order to get to know his home better, Miao Ying went to the woodshed and the kitchen. There were some firewood piled in the woodshed, including dead branches and leaves, as well as neatly stacked blocks of firewood. They should have been brought back by Huo Xing when he went hunting in the mountains.
On the other side, there were two jars, one big and one small. The big one was a noodle jar, with only the bottom of the noodles left. The small one was a pickle jar. When the lid was opened, a strong sour smell came out. Miao Ying's eyes lit up, it was pickles.
Kimchi is good. It can be used to make many delicious dishes. It can remove fishy smells and enhance flavor. Many ingredients with strong flavors will become very delicious after adding kimchi.
Miao Ying had already started planning how to make money, but starting from scratch was still too difficult, so he had to plan carefully.
When he came out of the woodshed, the courtyard gate opened and Li Hongying came in, carrying a hoe on her shoulder. Perhaps because of something Huo Xing said to her when he got up earlier, she rolled her eyes at Miao Ying, but fortunately she didn't scold him. She just said, "If your brain is broken, go back and lie down."
Miao Ying smiled at her, then went back to his room to lie down. His most urgent priority now was to take care of his health, as health was the capital for making money.
During the days of recuperation, Huo Xing would bring him some herbs every day and grind them up to apply on his wounds. He would also find some common herbs and boil them for him to drink. Miao Ying didn't know whether the medicine he drank was useful or not, but he never asked Huo Xing to find a doctor for him. He also knew that in this era, not everyone could afford a doctor.
Fortunately, with daily application of medicine, the wound on the back of Miao Ying's head has begun to scab over, and he no longer feels dizzy and wants to vomit. His life has finally been saved.
Although his life was saved, his gluttony was going crazy. These days, all he ate was either steamed bread with sauerkraut soup or sauerkraut and mixed noodles. He couldn't even eat an egg. Every day, he looked at the steamed egg in Huo Xiaobao's bowl and almost drooled with greed.
While eating, Huo Xing glanced at him and finally said nothing.
After dark, the grandmother coaxed Huo Xiaobao to sleep. Huo Xing returned to the room with an oil lamp and saw Miao Ying sitting cross-legged on the bed.
They had very little communication these days, but Huo Xing had already moved back to bed. Miao Ying saw him enter the room and moved closer to the bed to make room for him.
Miao Ying felt no psychological pressure at all sleeping with Huo Xing. After all, when they went out to play in college, the boys all slept in a big bunk bed. In his opinion, sleeping with Huo Xing was the same as sleeping with his classmates.
"Can I go up the mountain with you tomorrow?" Miao Ying leaned against the head of the bed and asked him.
"It's far away. There's not much prey in the mountains. It's cold." Huo Xing took off his shirt. "I won't go up the mountain anymore."
Miao Ying sighed. It was very cold now. The animals must have hibernated, and it was impossible to hunt in the mountains. Recently, Huo Xing had not brought back any prey from the mountains. All he brought back was firewood for the winter.
Huo Xing lay down on the bed, and Miao Ying was still sitting. The gap between the two of them was still drafty, and Miao Ying's thighs felt cold.
Then he lay down tremblingly. Not wanting to put pressure on the wound, he chose to sleep on his side, facing Huo Xing: "I want to eat meat."
Huo Xing was silent for a while: "There are fish in the river, but the fish meat is not tasty."
Miao Ying immediately sat up and said, "I can cook delicious food! Can you take me fishing tomorrow?"
Huo Xing was silent again, and Miao Ying recalled the memory of the original owner. Not many people eat fish here. Wild fish have many bones and smell of mud. No one would catch fish to eat unless they were so poor that they could barely afford to eat.
Miao Ying slowly fell asleep with the anticipation of eating pickled fish tomorrow.
Only after he fell asleep did Huo Xing look at him openly. His originally handsome face had become pointed at the chin due to injuries and poor diet, and he looked very different from when he first came home.
He actually didn't believe what he said about the reincarnation. There was no such thing in the world. Seeing that his injuries had healed, he would catch a fish for him tomorrow and let him go after he had eaten his fill.
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