After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Xie Nanxing opened his eyes with some effort, raised his hands that were wrapped in coarse cloth and herbs, and rubbed his head which was still feeling a little dizzy.

The sky brightened, and the sunlight, along with a rustling cold breeze, blew into the room, causing Xie Nanxing to pull the torn quilt around him a little tighter.

He had lived in this thatched hut for about half a month. Because he was injured and his physical condition was extremely weak, he spent most of his time lying on the bed, holding the blood jade tightly in front of his chest.

I heard from the old woman in this family that her husband found him while hunting in the valley, and seeing that he was still alive, he dragged him back on a cart.

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and two figures entered the house, one of them covering the leaky window.

"Old man, this kid has a fever every day. If it continues like this, he might get burned."

The old woman said, "You might as well return the New Year's goods you bought and go ask the barefoot doctor to come over and take another look."

Such a young and handsome boy looked very blessed, and the old woman tried very hard to keep him alive.

The old man glanced at Xie Nanxing lying on the bed and whispered, "The barefoot doctor is probably useless. I will sell the leather I have at home and go to the town to hire a doctor."

"Please collect the prey we hunted yesterday. I will go to the market for the last time before the New Year. I will buy some medicine for this boy."

The old woman thought of the doctor in the town, gritted her teeth and handed over the silver hairpin on her head: "The world is not good now, these leathers can't be sold at a high price, you can pawn my silver hairpin as well."

The door was closed, the old couple covered the windows and went about their business.

Xie Nanxing took out the blood jade in his arms. He always felt that the blood jade was very valuable. If he pawned it, he could not only buy medicine, but it might also make the lives of these two people a lot better.

After putting on the torn and sewn clothes, Xie Nanxing took out the blood jade, frowned and thought for a while, and finally hung the blood jade around his neck and hid it tightly.

He always felt that what this blood jade could do was far beyond what silver and money could achieve.

Holding onto the mud wall, Xie Nanxing walked to the kitchen and called out softly, "Grandpa, grandma, please stop worrying about me. I can handle this fever."

The old woman poured the herbs into a porcelain bowl and helped Xie Nanxing sit on a bench: "Just drink these and you'll be fine. You don't need to buy more."

The old man smiled and said, "I am going to town today to buy New Year's goods, not medicine, don't worry."

Xie Nanxing looked at the New Year's goods placed in the basket, and once again covered the blood jade on his chest, but finally put his hand down.

After drinking the medicine, he took a spoon and sipped the millet porridge. Looking at the two elderly people eating sweet potatoes with hot water, Xie Nanxing's eyes were extremely sore.

They said they didn't like millet porridge.

Xie Nanxing knew that they were reluctant to drink millet porridge.

She gave the food that she herself was reluctant to give away to a stranger.

After breakfast, the old man pulled the cart out of the mountain, and the old woman took a basket of dirty clothes to the mountain stream to wash them. Xie Nanxing looked at the pile of prey in the kitchen and started to boil water.

According to the vague memories, Xie Nanxing began to clean up the prey properly.

When the old woman returned, half of the people had been dealt with and were sitting in front of the stove, gasping for breath.

The old woman hurriedly poured a cup of hot water for Xie Nanxing and looked at Xie Nanxing with surprise in her eyes.

It seems that this person who was raised in luxury can actually do such rough work.

Xie Nanxing could immediately see through what the old woman was thinking, and raised her voice and said, "My husband used to be a hunter, I know all these."

After saying this, Xie Nanxing was shocked himself.

It turns out that she has a husband, and his husband is a hunter?

The old woman looked at Xie Nanxing's slightly frowned brows and thought that Xie Nanxing was worried that he would marry Erlang and that she would despise him, so she quickly spoke.

"Your husband is so good to you. It's not easy for a hunter to raise you like this."

"Yes, my husband takes good care of me. He is very good to me and he loves me very much."

The show-off in her voice revealed Xie Nanxing's pride, but the person she couldn't remember made Xie Nanxing cry.

There was once someone who was very kind to him, but he couldn't remember who he was.

With a headache that was a little unbearable, Xie Nanxing forced himself to change his mind: "Grandma, why did you and Grandpa pick up such a troublesome person like me?"

"Bah bah bah."

The old woman spat several times, and raised her hand as if she was going to hit Xie Nanxing: "Children are not allowed to talk nonsense. You are well-behaved and obedient, and you can handle prey. You are an excellent boy."

"Hey hey hey."

He smiled sheepishly: "I always thought that hunters had a good life. Is it hard to catch prey in the mountains now?"

The old woman sighed, "Life was easier in the past few years, but then taxes got higher and more people started hunting."

"This year, the harvest for farmers is not good. In this mountain, not to mention prey, even wild vegetables and tree bark are being snatched away by people."

Looking around, Xie Nanxing asked again: "Don't you have any sons or daughters?"

"It was said earlier that the Tiger Army was going to fight bandits. My youngest son was afraid that his country would be occupied, so he joined the army. In the end, he died on the battlefield, and his body was never found."

"We originally had a large sum of money for the relief, but it was later swallowed up by the county magistrate. When we received it, it was only a few taels of silver."

He bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned your sad story."

The old woman wiped her tears with her sleeves and said, "Hey, it's all over. It's not a big deal."

"But my little girl married very well. Her husband can grow some herbs. Later, he settled down in Dingxi County. The officials there are all good officials. Now they have enough food and warm clothes."

"My son-in-law also said that he would take us all to Dingxi County to live, but my old man and I are old and have no skills, so we don't want to cause trouble for the younger generation."

After talking for a long time, Xie Nanxing always felt that he was very familiar with what the old woman said, but he couldn't string those bits and pieces together.

Xie Nanxing felt a little uncomfortable, but he could only learn to live with the discomfort.

After recovering from his shock, Xie Nanxing walked out of the house carrying the processed leather, propped it up with branches, and sank it into the pond.

When he stood up again, Xie Nanxing leaned against the tree trunk to relax for a while, then looked up and saw a young man holding a spear and leading a warhorse towards him.

Their eyes met, and Xie Nanxing saw that the man was actually crying.

With a slight alert, Xie Nanxing took a few steps back evasively.

He walked up to Xie Nanxing, handed the handkerchief to her, and pointed at her temples: "Wipe it off, you're sweating."

The old woman rushed out with a rake when she heard the noise, and directly protected Xie Nanxing behind her: "Who are you, you scoundrel? Stay away from my grandson."