Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

"Stop, what are you doing?!"

Hongling immediately changed her expression and showed her numb arm pitifully to Fucang.

"Brother Fu Cang, she just hit me!"

Mo Xiaonian was almost nauseated to death by Hongling's call of "Brother Fu Cang". She felt as if she had swallowed a fly. Her throat felt itchy and she started coughing again.

Fu Cang looked at Hong Ling impatiently, then at the rattan whip that she had dropped on the ground, his expression became particularly cold.

"Get out of here. You are not allowed to enter my room without my permission!"

Hongling looked at Fucang with disbelief.

"Brother Fu Cang..."

Fu Cang looked at her without any emotion, which made Hong Ling feel chilled. She bit her lips hard, picked up the whip on the ground, and before leaving, she did not forget to glare at Mo Xiaonian fiercely.

Mo Xiaonian is still coughing.

Fu Cang walked over helplessly and patted her back gently.

"I asked the Great Elder for some Sichuan Fritillaria leaves. Put one in your mouth and see if it makes you feel better."

Mo Xiaonian took a dry leaf and put it in her mouth. She didn't know if it was because of her psychological effect or something else, but her coughing gradually stopped.

"Thank you!"

Fu Cang waved his hands, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face.

"You can stay at my place for the time being. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you like Iron Axe did. I'll sleep at He Shitou's house for the next few days. After you feel better, we'll discuss the next steps."

After Fu Cang finished saying these words, he packed up some of his clothes and brought her a bowl of black stuff.

"Eat something. If the weather is good tomorrow, I will go hunting in the mountains and we will have meat to eat. When you go to bed at night, close the door and use the table to prop it up."

After saying this, Fu Cang picked up his clothes and left.

Mo Xiaonian tried to drink a sip of the black stuff, and a bitter and astringent taste immediately filled her mouth, making her almost spit it out.

"What is this? It's too disgusting, isn't it? Is this tribe so backward that they don't even have any decent food?"

Mo Xiaonian muttered to himself for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the hunger in his stomach. He pinched his nose and drank the bowl of black porridge.

You know what, although this thing tastes a little bitter, it is still very effective in filling your stomach. After drinking it, your hunger will disappear.

Mo Xiaonian had a very eventful day and was exhausted both physically and mentally. Following Fu Cang's instructions, she closed the door, pulled the table over to block the door, then lay down on the fur mattress and closed her eyes.

Mo Xiaonian felt that she would not be able to sleep in such a strange and dangerous environment, but what was unexpected was that she crawled into the mattress, wrapped herself tightly, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

But she didn't sleep well, and had strange dreams all night long.

In the dream, she was wearing silk and satin and lived in an ancient mansion. Her father was a famous doctor in Wangyou City. She started reading medical books when she was very young and also learned some medical skills from her father...

The dream was intermittent and the scenes were chaotic. By the time Mo Xiaonian woke up, he had forgotten most of the things in the dream.