Fu Huang: Husband, here is a ginseng

"You don't have to use provocation, it doesn't work on me.

If you want to follow, just follow.

However, I have to make it clear that if you are in danger, I will not help you. This is your own fault, so you can't blame me!" Seeing that he had to go with her, Gao Zhijun had to compromise, but she still made it clear to him so that he would know what was going on. It would be best if he changed his mind himself.

Huo Jinqian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her compromise. He was really afraid that she would refuse to listen and would insist on not letting him go, and there would be nothing he could do.

Now that he was allowed to follow, he said happily: "Don't worry, I don't need you to save me, you just need to protect yourself."

"It's getting late now, let's go dig herbs."

Gao Zhijun didn't say anything. He found the village head and asked him to take people to deal with the wild wolves and clean the blood on the ground to prevent the smell of blood from attracting other ferocious beasts.

Gao Zhijun just came back to say goodbye to Lu and Liang, and took the "burden" to look for herbs.

Anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs are hard to find, so Gao Zhijun decided to move forward, hoping to find antipyretic drugs ahead.

Because it was dark, we couldn't see the herbs clearly, which made it more difficult to find them.

Relying on the faint torch, he bent over and carefully checked the weeds on the ground, searching with difficulty.

After searching for half an hour, she finally found some anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing herbs, including honeysuckle, bupleurum, coptis, isatis root, purslane, and one of them was the best herb for stopping bleeding, herba septicagen.

Looking at the several kinds of herbs, Gao Zhijun smiled rarely, and Huo Jinqian was fascinated by her: Beautiful, so beautiful!

He looked stupid and foolish, like a young and ignorant Huo Jinqian. If his family were here at this moment, they would definitely be shocked and unable to bear watching.

Where is that aloof son (younger brother, older brother) who is always calm, dedicated to fame and fortune, and disdains matters between men and women?

Of course Gao Zhijun knew that he was looking at her, but she was always very sensitive, so she ignored him and treated him as a invisible person.

I have always been cold, heartless and desireless, and I even disdain such matters between men and women.

Because she has no soft spots, she is cold-blooded and ruthless.

Especially the people in the pavilion, no one trusts each other and is afraid that once they give their true heart, what awaits them is eternal damnation.

What she feared most was sincerity and betrayal. Once there was sincerity, there would be betrayal. Only cold-blooded and ruthless people could live long. Isn't it ironic? But that's how people in the pavilion live.

The people in the pavilion died alone, without lovers, children, or even friends. Aren’t they like monsters?

Sometimes, she felt like a monster, too.

A monster without emotions and a heart.

Huo Jinqian watched her in deep thought, as if she was living in her own thoughts, unaffected by the outside world.

It seems like I often see her daydreaming alone. What kind of person is she?

He felt like she was a mystery, a mystery that he wanted to find out.

No matter what it is, he will get into her heart and make her happy to accept him: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Huo Jinqian. I am fifteen years old. I am now a scholar and the third child in my family. May I know your surname, young lady?"

Gao Zhijun had no idea what was wrong with Huo Jinqian, so she introduced herself.

It seems that he is really sick. Is it necessary to introduce him in such detail just because we met by chance?

Besides, she knew his name was Huo Jinqian.

He even asked me my last name. Didn’t I say my name was Gao Zhijun?

Could it be that this person not only has problems with his brain, but also has problems with his memory? This shows that the chances of passing the exam to become a scholar are too high.

Gao Zhijun looked at Huo Jinqian with a difficult expression. She felt sympathy but also contempt. He was truly a contradictory individual.

Although she disdained him, out of politeness, she still answered: "Gao Zhijun."

These three short and clear words made Huo Jinqian feel powerless, as if he was punching cotton.

Looking at the sympathetic and contemptuous look she gave him, Huo Jinqian almost went crazy.

His temper was already cold enough, but he didn't expect this woman to be even colder. No, it should be said that she was heartless, which made him really not know how to face her.

After Gao Zhijun finished speaking, she took big strides and hurried back.

He has been out for too long, and she was afraid something might happen to her nephew. He was the only relative of the original owner, and she couldn't let anything happen to him.

She regretted leaving him behind. She should have carried him on her back. Although he would have felt a little uncomfortable, at least he would have been safe.

Seeing Gao Zhijun walking so fast, Huo Jinqian also hurried to catch up, as he was also afraid that something might happen to his family.

When we returned to our residence, the village head had already asked people to deal with the wild wolf and clean up the blood on the ground. At this moment, everyone was cooking and stewing wolf bone soup.

The village head’s way of dealing with the situation was to have everyone have dinner together tonight, stew the wolf bones, and eat together.

The remaining wolf meat was divided equally among the villagers, and everyone ate their own food from then on.

There were thirty-eight wolves this time. Huo Jinqian and his men killed fifteen, and Gao Zhijun killed twenty-three.

There was a lot of wolf meat from thirty-eight wolves, so each family got a good share. The family with the smallest population got five kilograms, and the family with the largest population got twenty kilograms. The Huo family had the second largest population, and they got a total of seventeen kilograms of wolf meat, including Gao Zhijun and her nephew.

This was the scene Gao Zhijun saw when she came back: every villager had a smile on their face, children were quietly waiting for food, women were busy stewing soup, frying wild vegetables, and pickling wolf meat, and men were watching around vigilantly. Only the injured villagers were lying on the ground with pale faces.