Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Tie Wenqin looked very reluctant, but didn't say anything else.

Song Pan'er walked around the cart of her family and found a clay pot filled with chicken soup in her hand.

She handed the clay pot to Zhang Honghua and said, "Aunt Zhang, thank you for your hard work in making a bowl of chicken noodle soup."

Zhang Honghua took the clay pot and said, "It's not hard, it's my duty."

While Zhang Honghua was cooking noodles, Song Pan'er took out a new bamboo cup, poured some spiritual spring water into it, added half a bottle of mineral water, and then poured two small packets of anti-inflammatory medicine into it and stirred it evenly with chopsticks.

After Tie Wenqin finished wolfing down his noodles, half leaning against his worn-out bag, she handed him the bamboo cup and said, "Drink the medicine."

Of course Tie Wenqin would agree, so he drank up the bitter water in the cup without hesitation.

This medicine was so bitter that it twisted his eyebrows together.

"Okay, let's take a rest first." Song Dahe saw that things were almost done and winked at his daughter.

The family of three went to their own bed on the floor and started to hold a small meeting in whispers.

Seeing Ms. Qian's expression, Song Pan'er guessed what she was going to say. It was nothing more than complaining that she casually took out the "magic medicine" and gave it to people to eat.

"Mom, my master said this person is an expert swordsmith. She gave me the blueprints for a life-saving weapon, but I'm worried I can't find anyone to make it."

She lowered her voice and took out a musket drawing she had copied from the supermarket counter.

Qian Jinfeng took the drawing and Song Dahe immediately came over to take a look.

After looking at it for a while, Qian Jinfeng said expressionlessly, "I don't understand."

Song Dahe also shook his head, "I don't understand it either."

Song Pan'er: ...Then why were you watching so intently? You made me think you really understood!

But she is also a poor student and can't understand it either.

The family of three turned their heads at the same time, looking more like Tie Wenqin who was sleeping soundly not far away.

"Can that guy really do it?" Qian Jinfeng doubted.

Song Dahe also didn't believe it, "It doesn't look like it can be made."

Song Pan'er smacked her lips. "It doesn't matter if I can't make it. I can still make iron. I can make hoes for us in the future."

Qian Jinfeng slapped her on the back, "Of course not. We've used so many 'immortal medicines' and we still have to eat and drink them afterwards. Isn't it a waste to just forge iron? You must make this 'immortal weapon' for us!"

Song Dahe nodded heavily. In this regard, he stood by his wife unconditionally. "That's right, otherwise we would be at a great loss, both in terms of medicine and food."

The most important thing is that the girl has never let him drink that wine!

Song Pan'er silently expressed her sympathy in her heart, and then made her position clear to her parents, "Okay! We must do it! This is what will save our lives in the future!"

The next morning, the group had frozen dumplings for breakfast. Everyone was full, except for Tie Wenqin, who needed to recuperate and hadn't eaten anything proper for some time.

He only took half a bowl, which filled his stomach halfway, but Song Pan'er wouldn't give him any more.

Tie Wenqin understood that the kid was doing this for his own good, but he was really greedy!

The plump white dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage are so delicious that they leave a lingering aftertaste. Oh my! I can’t stop thinking about it! I start drooling just thinking about it!

He lay on his back on the cart and angrily decided that when he recovered, he would eat twenty, no, fifty dumplings in one breath!

Half a month later, Tie Wenqin had almost recovered. He no longer missed dumplings because he had been able to eat different delicious food every day during the past half month, which made him feel that all the food he had eaten in the past forty years had been in vain.

"Sister Zhang, what are we having for dinner today?" After coming back from collecting firewood, Tie Wenqin immediately went to Zhang Honghua, who was in charge of cooking.

Zhang Honghua opened the lid of the pot a little, put a large soup spoon in and stirred it, "The young master said he wanted to eat braised pork."