Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Xiaobao had sharp eyes. When he saw his brother holding a string of red things, he stretched out his arm to reach it. Song Chunsheng held his brother's head and handed the candied haws to his mouth. Song Xiaobao smelled the sweet aroma and took a tentative lick.

Sweet!

Song Xiaobao's eyes lit up, he opened his mouth and bit it, but he only had four teeth and couldn't bite the hawthorn. Song Chunsheng pulled one off in annoyance and gave it to him to lick for fun.

Song Xiaobao forgot about the pumpkin after he got the hawthorn, so Song Chunlin simply put the pumpkin away and took Song Chunsheng for a walk nearby to help digest the food. They also picked up some firewood to make a fire at night. After eating two takeout meals in a row, Song Chunlin thought of taking out some ingredients in the evening and asking Song Qinshi to cook a delicious meal. Anyway, they were not in a hurry to escape.

After running away all the way last night, the Song family didn't know where they were running to. The trees in the mountains and forests all looked similar. Song Chunsheng judged based on the mountains not far away that his family seemed to have run back a little.

After coming to this conclusion, the two brothers were speechless. Running back meant that they might arrive in Jiangnan later, and they didn't know whether they would meet people from the village later. If they really met them, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

The two men came back with a pile of firewood and started a fire in the open space. Song Chunlin asked Song Qinshi what to eat in the evening, and Song Qinshi thought about it.

"The lunch was too greasy, let's keep it simple for dinner. Do you have any pancakes? Just make some soup and heat up some pancakes."

Song Chunlin rummaged through the space and took out a bag of seaweed, a whole plate of eggs, a few packs of sausages, a bag of pancakes, and a few cucumbers and cherry tomatoes produced in the space.

Song Qin looked at the cucumbers and cherry tomatoes and exclaimed: "These things are so well grown, they look so juicy and delicious."

Seeing Song Qin carefully pick up a cucumber and look at it over and over again, Song Chunlin also picked up one, broke it into two pieces with a snap, and gave Song Qin one piece.

"Mom, try it. You can eat it directly. It's delicious." As he said that, he took a bite to demonstrate to Song Qin. The refreshing cucumber flavor made Song Qin's appetite grow. She took a tentative bite and found that it was indeed delicious.

"It really is. It's delicious and juicy. Chunlin, what is this called?"

"This is cucumber. It can be eaten raw or cooked. You can cut it into strips later and roll it in the pancake." Speaking of rolling the pancake, Song Chunlin remembered that there were still sauces and kitchen utensils that he hadn't taken out, so he rummaged around in the space and took out a soup pot, a frying pan, a kitchen knife and a cutting board, various seasonings, and a pile of things placed on the ground, which dazzled others.

Even Grandpa Song stretched his neck to look over here, while Aunt Song simply left her husband behind and ran over to touch the kitchen utensils one by one, just like Song Qinshi, who couldn't let go of them.

Amao Song picked up the soup pot. The stainless steel was so shiny that it could clearly reflect his shadow. The frying pan was also really flat. It was the first time that Amao Song had seen this kind of pot. For a moment, she didn't know how to use it.

Song Chunlin took out an iron rack and placed the pan on it, then began to demonstrate to the two how to fry a pancake.

Pour oil into the pan when it is hot, and then put the frozen hand-pulled pancake in when the oil is hot. Song Chunlin loved to eat hand-pulled pancakes in his previous life, and he was very skilled in making them. It didn't take long to fry a hand-pulled pancake. The pancake was golden and crispy, and the surface was covered with layers of crispy crust. It was so crispy that it fell apart when you pinched it hard.

In a ravine not far from the Song family, Gu Fengyue, lying on the ground, twitched his nose. He thought he was hallucinating because of hunger, but at this moment he actually smelled the aroma of pancakes. Gu Fengyue smiled silently at the thought, and then spat out a mouthful of blood. He was choked by the blood and coughed continuously, involving the wound on his chest, and he grimaced in pain.

Gu Fengyue slowly closed his eyes. He thought that he might die before his brother. All the guards he brought with him were dead. Even the last one, Ajiu, chose to use his own body as a cushion when falling off the cliff. He protected his own life, but his own bones were broken. When Gu Fengyue woke up, Ajiu finally spat out the last mouthful of blood. He asked himself if he was the best guard.

Gu Fengyue nodded with sobs. He really wanted to tell Ajiu loudly that he was the best Ajiu in the world, but the pain in his chest prevented him from making any sound. Ajiu wanted to raise his hand, but his shoulder blade was broken and he could not move. He could no longer touch the second young master's little head like he did when he was a child.

Gu Fengyue could not forget Ajiu's eyes that were still open when he died. He endured the severe pain all over his body and buried Ajiu hastily, then crawled all the way here. He was now in pain and hungry, and his throat was dry as if it was smoking. Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear someone's voice, but then he denied it. How could there be someone in such a desolate mountain?

"Yue'er, look, is that a person?" Song Amo pointed to the dry grass in front. Song Qinshi looked over there in the direction of the dry grass and only saw a piece of clothing. The two of them each held a stick and walked over carefully, only to find that it was a bloody person.

Song Qin was startled: "Little Daddy, is this man dead?"

Song A-mo plucked up the courage to poke Gu Fengyue with a stick. Gu Fengyue groaned unconsciously, and Song A-mo knew that this person was still alive.

He walked closer and found that this was a child of only twelve or thirteen years old. He immediately did not care about anything else and gently turned him over. He found that Gu Fengyue was covered in wounds and guessed that he had accidentally fallen down the mountain.

Song Qin also came over and discussed with Song A-mo whether to save him.

"Judging from his clothes, he should be a child from a wealthy family. But why is he alone in this desolate mountain? Where is his master?"

The two searched the area and found that there was no other injured person except Gu Fengyue, so they became troubled.

If they save him, they might expose Song Chunlin's identity. If they don't save him, they would feel reluctant to let the child die outside. Both of them were conflicted.

In the end, Song A'mo and Song Qinshi could not convince themselves to leave a living person here to fend for himself. It's a life after all. Their Chunlin was also alone in another world, facing many monsters and enemies on his own. Just thinking about it made their hearts ache. Now they met another child who was about to die in this mountain. How could they have the heart to do that?

The two men looked at each other, and Song Qin suggested blindfolding him first. Anyway, he was so badly injured that he couldn't resist them. After Song Dazhuang recovered from his injury, they would let Song Chunlin pack up his things and everyone would just need to disguise themselves.

Thinking of this, the two of them got to work immediately. They returned to the tent and asked Song Chunlin to get a stretcher, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law carried the person back.