The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Jiang Shian nodded expectantly. These things are hard to eat in modern times, and many of them have become national wild protected animals. This ancient time can still satisfy your appetite.

He smiled and said, "Sure, we can sell the leftovers in town."

Ji Er looked at the smile on his face and felt inexplicably happier.

Stir-fried pork with peppers, stir-fried spring bamboo shoots, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, smashed cucumbers, and a big bowl of cabbage and tofu soup.

When the food was served, Jiang Shian went to the yard and called the Chen father and son on the roof to wash their hands and eat.

Old man Chen was still busy on the roof of the main room. Hearing what he said, he put down his tools and came down with the help of the ladder.

There was soap powder for washing hands next to the well. He fetched water for the two of them and returned to the kitchen.

The father and son did not have high expectations for the food Jiang Shian cooked, as long as it was cooked well. After all, he had been stupid for several years, and he was a young master of a wealthy family with servants serving him, so he probably had never been to the kitchen.

After they washed their hands and walked into the kitchen, they were stunned. There was steam coming out of the food on the table. When they stepped over the threshold, the aroma hit their noses.

Jiang Shian put the medicine that Ji Er was going to drink into a medicine pot and stewed it with water. He turned around and saw the two of them coming in. He greeted them, "Sit down and talk. Uncle Chen, you guys have worked hard today. Do you like the food I cooked?"

"I didn't expect you could cook. I thought guys from rich families all had everything they wanted." Chen Ji couldn't wait to sit on the stool, looking at Jiang Shian with admiration in his eyes.

"Mom likes to cook for Dad. I follow her around when I have nothing to do and have learned a little from her." As he spoke, he gave everyone a full bowl of white rice.

When he handed it to Ji Er, he still said with some concern: "Your injury hasn't healed yet. You've been sitting all morning. Why don't you go back to your room?"

Ji Er shook his head and took the bowl and chopsticks. "It's okay. The injury is almost healed. How can I be so rude in front of guests?"

With just one sentence, he classified himself as a member of Jiang Shian's family and called the two people who came to help today guests.

We are all country folk, so there is no need to beat around the bush. Old Man Chen waved his hand and said, "We are all neighbors, so there is no need to be so polite. If you are hurt, just go to your room and eat."

Ji Er smiled without saying anything, and picked up his chopsticks to pick up a piece of lean meat for Jiang Shian. His wounds had not healed yet, so he could not eat anything spicy, and could only eat vegetables. Fortunately, the young man next to him was very skilled in cooking, and he could cook even vegetarian dishes with gusto.

Ordinary people can only eat a lot of dry rice during the New Year. On weekdays, they mix it with sweet potatoes or cook it into porridge. Millet is expensive, and brown rice is cheap but it hurts your throat. The rice in this bowl is shiny and oily, and it is full of millet sweetness when you take a bite.

The food was delicious. Chen and his wife ate two full bowls of food. They felt a little embarrassed after finishing the meal. The money spent on this meal was as much as the wages they would earn from working outside for a few days!

After dinner, the Chen family father and son did not dare to delay too much. After resting for a while, they went back to work.

The house was built a long time ago, and there was grass and moss growing on the tiles.

Jiang Shian went up the stairs and took a look at the house, and decided to replace the tiles that were covered with grass and moss with new ones.

Old man Chen looked at the majority of tiles still piled up in the yard and nodded, saying that it was enough.

After coming down from the roof, Jiang Shian went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.

The medicine on the stove has been boiled, and the room is filled with the bitter smell of medicine.

The man was not in the kitchen. He probably went back to his room to rest.

Jiang Shian poured the medicine into a bowl and set it aside to cool, then rolled up his sleeves and boiled some hot water on the stove, which was not completely extinguished, to wash the dishes.

As soon as I finished washing the dishes, the fat boy next door came over with a basket of things.

Jiang Shian heard the sound and walked out of the bedroom. The little fat boy changed his clothes today, which seemed to be new. His face was full of smiles when he saw him.

"Brother Shi'an, I'm here to visit your house. My mother asked me to bring some vegetables grown in our fields." Putting down the bamboo basket, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing the two people on the roof, he waved and greeted them, "Uncle Chen, Brother Ji!"

"Hey, rich boy, you don't have to go to the fields with your father! You still have time to come and visit." Old man Chen glanced at the yard. With a smile in his tone, he continued to do his work.

Huang Fugui was a little chubby to begin with, and when he smiled his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Dad told me to take a break today."

Jiang Shian reached out and patted his head, pointed to the opposite room, and said, "I'll have to trouble you to help Brother Shian apply medicine to the people inside later."

"Okay." Huang Fugui patted his chest, "Just leave it to me."

The bamboo basket was filled with cabbage, radishes, fresh Chinese toon, and more than a dozen eggs underneath.

Jiang Shian first carried the things back to the kitchen. These eggs could still be sold for several copper coins in town. It was only because they still cared about him.

"Good boy, do you want to eat more malt sugar? I have saved a lot for you." Jiang Shian brought the medicine bowl, and the two walked towards the side room together.

Huang Fugui nodded. His parents seldom bought him snacks. He was already very satisfied as long as the family could have meat from time to time, so he didn't ask his parents to buy him snacks.

He had eaten a lot of food from Brother Shian these days, and he was very grateful. He wished he could come and play with Jiang Shian every day.

"When the weather gets warmer in a few days, there will be fish in the river. I will catch some fish to nourish Brother Shi An."

Jiang Shian nodded yes repeatedly, smiled happily, pushed the door and walked in.

The man on the bed leaned on the quilt behind him, his eyes slightly closed, looking like he was asleep.

Jiang Shian put the medicine on the table, then turned around and walked to the side to pick up a few medicine bottles on the table.

He handed one of the bottles to Huang Fugui.

"Ji Er, get up and drink the medicine before going to sleep. It's time to change the dressing on your wound. Fugui happened to be visiting today, so let him take care of the dressing."

After he finished speaking, there was no response from the person on the bed.

Jiang Shian turned his head in confusion and walked towards the bed.

When I got closer, I noticed that although the person on the bed had his eyes closed, his brows were tightly furrowed. They had been talking for a long time but the other person didn't wake up, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

It looked like he was lost in some memory. His face was filled with pain.

He hesitated whether to wake him up, but he already put his hand on the other's shoulder and patted him, "Wake up, Ji Er."

"Ji Er drank the medicine, Ji Er..."

After shouting several times, the man on the bed finally frowned, opened his eyes, and then began to breathe heavily.

The sweat on my forehead slid down my chin and then to my neck...

Only then did Jiang Shian notice that most of the clothes on the man's back were wet.

"Are you okay?" He took the towel on the side of the bed and handed it over.

Ji Yinghuai shook his head, took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He pursed his lips and frowned.

I fell asleep without realizing it just now, and many scenes appeared in my dream again, but this time they were not bloody.

The screen was pitch black, and he kept hearing someone calling his name, sometimes General, sometimes Ji Yinghuai, and sometimes Big Brother.

The voices were different, shrill roars, gentle shouts... Finally he remembered a little bit of memory about himself. His real name was "Ji Yinghuai". He couldn't see the appearance of the person who called his name, but his voice was as gentle as a woman's.

When he struggled to push away the black fog and wanted to see everyone's faces clearly, there was overwhelming flames and countless bloody hands reaching out to him.

All kinds of emotions surged in his heart: pain, hatred, confusion... He was trapped in darkness. At this moment, a soft and familiar voice came to his ears, pulling him out of the pain.

"This must be the result of a nightmare! Brother Shian, do you want to ask Grandpa Wang to come and take a look?" Huang Fugui said, hiding behind Jiang Shian.

The look in the man's eyes when he opened them scared him. Even when his father was extremely angry and wanted to beat him up, he never gave him such a murderous look. He felt a little scared when he saw it.

Jiang Shian frowned and stared at the man on the bed. In that moment just now, he seemed to see the first time they met. The man had a solemn look on his face and stared at him with cold eyes.

He handed over the medicine bowl and asked tentatively, "Have you...recovered your memory?" Looking at the man's pale face, he sighed again, "Forget it, I'll ask the doctor to come and see you."

The little bit of blood color that had finally recovered turned completely white again.

"No, I'm fine. I'll be fine after a rest." Ji Yinghuai reached out and pulled his sleeve. "I still can't see clearly in the dream. Sorry, I still can't remember anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand holding the medicine bowl trembled, and he lowered his head and drank the medicine in one gulp.

He really didn't want to tell Jiang Shian that he had remembered some of his memories. It wasn't that he didn't trust him, but he felt that if he told him, he would stay away from him.

"What's there to be sorry about? Get well soon and help me with the work. Then you apply the medicine first, I'll be out."

The man said he was fine, so Jiang Shian didn't ask any more questions. He took the empty medicine bowl, left Huang Fugui in the room to apply medicine to him, and then went out.