Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Chapter 3 The Goldfinger is late but arrives

  Cheng Ling reached out and pressed Liu's wound.

  This scar is really shallow, that is, the skin is broken, and there is a little blood flowing. By this time, the blood has naturally stopped.

   But the moment Cheng Ling pressed it, Liu still felt a sharp sting.

   Familiar fear struck again, and Liu Shi suddenly froze.

   In particular, although Cheng Ling has not yet grown up, in terms of height, she is actually a little taller than her.

   These height differences of Xu gave Liu a sense of threat of being watched by Cheng Ling condescendingly.

  Cheng Ling said softly, "Auntie wouldn't think that the skin injury just now was due to my nephew's lack of strength, so it's just a skin injury, right?"

   Liu Shi's legs were shaking a little, and she said in a serious tone: "What, what do you want to do? I am your aunt, yes, your elder! Don't be too, too much!"

Cheng Ling smiled and said: "Don't say it's the aunt in the next room, it's the real aunt, so what? In this world, what etiquette, what's up and down, it's all messed up. Auntie, don't make me anxious, Otherwise, next time this piece of porcelain will no longer be scratched lightly around your neck."

   Liu looked at her smile, but only felt a chill rush from the middle of her neck to both sides.

  Cheng Ling took a step back, and Liu Shi suddenly had a thrilling feeling of escaping from the claws of the beast.

   Where can you dare to entangle any more now? He just dragged Uncle Cheng, who was still sitting on the ground, and ran.

   Uncle Cheng: "Ouch! Can't you take it easy?"

   Mrs Liu: "Light ass! It's a shame for my wife to marry you, I don't know how your old Cheng family has such an injustice..."

   The two gradually drifted away, mixed into the refugee group, and went to the area closer to the city gate.

   The sheds over there are not as crowded as the outer ones, they are made of stronger materials, and they tend to take up a larger area. Generally, refugees with more strength and stronger families can live there.

  In the morning and evening, big households in the city would come out to build porridge sheds to cook porridge, and these refugees who were closer to the city gate were often able to grab the porridge first.

   The shack of Cheng Ling's family is at the outermost part of the refugee gathering area, farthest from the city gate. If you go further, you will enter the mountain.

   At this location, not to mention the difficulty of grabbing porridge, there are many insects and snakes on the side of the mountain. At night, the whirring of the wind and the flying of mosquitoes made people feel terrified.

   But these are nothing, the most disappointing thing is that in the past two days, there is no porridge in the city!

   In this summer flood, the Jinshui River burst its embankment, and the half-area of ​​Uncheon County was devastated, and the refugees fled in all directions.

  Cheng Ling's family is from Meihua Village, Lou County, but they chose a route to the north.

   After walking like this for more than 20 days, along the way, the neighbors gathered around first, and then the people who fled along the same road died, scattered, and gradually, there were more living faces beside them.

   After arriving in Ping County in this way, the only people who are familiar and familiar with him are Uncle Cheng's family.

   However, although the two sides are of the same clan, since the generation of Grandpa Cheng Ling, the two sides have separated their families.

   When they were still in Meihua Village, the two sides could not say how close they were. When they were on their way to escape, Uncle Cheng's family was even more afraid that Cheng Ling's family would take advantage of them. In this way, the mutual help and mutual assistance did not happen very much, but there was a lot of bullying.

   These things don't need to be repeated too much. In short, Cheng Ling has integrated the memory of the original owner since she traveled. Now she is gradually recalling various information in her memory, and she has a good idea of ​​what to do now.

   Cheng Erni watched Liu Shi and Uncle Cheng go away, pouted softly, and then smiled happily: "Brother Ling, you are really amazing!"

  Cheng Dani also showed a slight smile on her face, but sighed again: "There is no food to eat, what is the use of taking this breath?"

   Said, she walked directly to her shack, opened the straw curtain, bent over and walked in.

  Cheng Erni squeezed Cheng Ling's eyes, and then quickly followed, Cheng Ling naturally followed.

  The shack was built low, about four feet high, and no one could stand upright in it. The space inside is also very small, about three square meters.

  There are some tattered things piled up in the corner, and there is still a person curled up on the edge of this pile of tattered things!

   This person is their mother, Mu Sanniang.

   Mu Sanniang was a big-framed, tall woman with long hands and feet, curled up on top of a pile of rags, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was sallow and her lips were pale. Just by looking at it, one can imagine how tormented she was at this time.

   Cheng Dani looked at her, her eyelids trembled, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

   But she just pursed her lips, and without wiping the tears from her face, she bent down and walked to the pile of rags beside her. Then I dig and dig from the bottom, and finally, I took out a thick porcelain bowl with a gap.

   He lifted a piece of grey cloth wrapped around the thick bowl, and saw that there was half a bowl of thick porridge that had been cold enough to congeal into a paste!

  Cheng Erni suddenly said in shock: "Eldest sister, you still..."

   Cheng Ling quickly reached out and covered Cheng Erni's mouth, Cheng Erni also woke up, and immediately closed her mouth in annoyance.

  Cheng Dani said softly: "Every time we get the porridge, my mother and I have to keep some secretly. This half bowl was left the day before yesterday. After that..."

   After that, no noble people in the city came out to cook porridge.

   And the half bowl of porridge left over from the day before yesterday was not only freezing cold by this time, but even a layer of yellow oligohydrate was precipitated on top of it.

  In this small shack, the cold porridge exudes an indescribably sour smell.

But Cheng Dani cherished it very much, and only said: "Auntie can't wake up, she must be starving. Although she wants me to keep the food for a few more days, I will never move this place until Brother Ling can't stand it anymore. Porridge, but…”

   Having said that, she looked at Cheng Ling and pleaded in her voice: "Brother Ling, give A-Niang some food first, she is going to be unable to take it any longer."

  Cheng Ling:…

   I felt like something was blocking my throat, and a kind of sadness and discomfort came out of my bones.

   She took a light breath, didn't say anything like "This porridge is bad and can't eat it", but squatted beside Mu Sanniang and raised her hand to the door of her left hand vein.

   With such a gentle pulse, and combined with the original memory, Cheng Ling suddenly knew something.

   She whispered, "What Auntie needs more is medicine."

   But where to look for medicine?

  Cheng Ling, who has always been organized since the time of crossing, felt that he was already a Cheng Ling who controlled his emotions extremely well. At this moment, he couldn't help but be at a loss.

   Her eyes passed through the cracks of the shabby shack, and she was thinking about the possibility of going into the mountains to collect herbs and find food, and suddenly she felt a flower in front of her eyes.

   is not quite right…

  Wait, what did she see?

   A small, pitch-black space that looked like there was no light appeared before her eyes.

   The amazing thing is that this space is obviously dark, yet she can see every item in the space clearly.

  What is it all about?

  Small steel cup, alcohol stove, water purification tablets, compressed biscuits, dehydrated vegetables…

  Cheng Ling: ? ? ?

   A very vulgar small space, but this space is a bit mysterious. It is not the same as the traditional space. Don’t worry, friends, we will find it interesting in the future (#^.^#)

   (end of this chapter)