Morrie was stroking her beard and smiling: "Yes, yes! Mr., be kind-hearted, and the children he taught are accurate. - By the way, sir, you should be relieved first. Don't worry about the school affairs first. I will arrange for those kids to review their homework by themselves."

Zhuang Hui forced a smile. He was not used to his new role.

Morrie said to several other people: "Okay, let me have a good rest and go back!" He said to Ning Sanmei: "You and Huai Xiang have worked hard during this period and take good care of Mr. Huo. Tell me if you have anything to do."

"Okay!" The two women agreed in unison.

Mori was taking those people out. Mo Huaixiang didn't leave. She moved to the fire shop and said, "I'll make a fire!"

"Sister Huaixiang, I'll make a fire. You go back and get the rice. I'll make porridge for my husband. My husband only has bran and cakes at home. He is very injured and needs to be replenished."

Mo Huaixiang slapped her forehead: "Look at my memory, I'll go right away."

After Mo Huaixiang left, Ning Sanmei started to make a fire. Her hands and feet were very quick, and the fire quickly rose. She then sat on a short stool beside Zhuang Hui, looking at Zhuang Hui with pity and tenderness.

Zhuang Hui said: "You go and wash your face. Look at you're dirty."

Ning Sanmei smiled shyly: "No need. The water is quite precious."

"Are you a lie?" Zhuang Hui said. He glanced at her black and beautiful braids and said, "I see that except for this face, you are all very clean and your hair is not dirty. If you don't wash your face or take a shower, how could it be so clean?"

Ning Sanmei burst out laughing: "My master! You know, there is still water by the county town at the bottom of the mountain. I will go down the mountain to fetch water by the river every day, wash my face and feet, and hide in a place where no one is there to take a bath. Whoever looks like you, will not wash it if you don't have water."

Zhuang Hui smiled: "Then you wash your face now and let me see."

"What's so good about it?" Ning Sanmei threw her long braid in front of her and shyly twisted the ends of her hair. "I haven't seen enough of working under your nose for so many years?"

"Do you don't want me to look at your face, do you?" Zhuang Hui looked at her with a smile.

Ning Sanmei's dirty face showed two red clouds. She glanced at him shyly, shook her long braids, took a wooden basin, scooped a small scoop of water from the large water jar next to the fire shop, poured it into the palm of her hand little by little, and wiped her face while pouring it.

Zhuang Hui smiled bitterly: "How can you wash your face if you pour such a little water? Pump more."

"No need, the water is very expensive and you can't drink enough, so how can you use it to wash your face?"

"There is not enough water and cannot be washed clean! Hurry up, otherwise I will fall back and pour myself!"

"Okay! Don't move, I'm afraid of you."

Ning Sanmei cut him a look in anger, scooped half a scoop of water into the basin, and began to wash her face.

After washing his face, Ning Sanmei poured the dirty water from the wooden basin into a bucket. Zhuang Hui said strangely: "Why don't you pour it out? What should I keep it for?"

"It's used when cooking pigs."

Zhuang Hui was speechless. This was simply a pity for water.

Ning Sanmei went to the fire shop again and sat beside him: "How is it now?"

Zhuang Hui looked at her and couldn't help but be stunned. The girl turned out to be a beautiful beauty with a pretty face that was good for joy and anger, with picturesque eyebrows, and she was as charming as a charming one. She had long eyelashes, big eyes and high nose bridge, and a shallow dimples beside her red cherry mouth. She looked very cute. Her red lips, which were as moist as peaches, were slightly opened, and her teeth were as white as an arc. She was so white that people were so excited. However, although her face was a little darker, her pink and tender were a very healthy color. This look was not bad than the popular actresses in contemporary times, and Ning Sanmei had more innocent and pure than those of the beautiful and beautiful actresses in today's society.

Ning Sanmei was stared at by Zhuang Hui's eyes and felt a little embarrassed, and said angrily: "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?"

Zhuang Hui nodded: "Well, I..., I'm afraid I'm really beaten to death. Why can't I remember anything...!"

The smile on Ning Sanmei's face disappeared immediately, a trace of worry swept across her eyebrows, and she immediately changed into a comforting smile: "Don't worry, when Doctor Gong comes later, you will prescribe medicine for you. After taking the medicine, you will slowly remember it."

Just as she was talking, Mo Huaixiang was carrying a bag of rice on her shoulder and a small bag in her hand. Ning Sanmei hurried over to help and placed the rice bag on the fire.

Mo Huaixiang patted the dust on her shoulder, pointed to the big bag and said, "This bag is thirteen dou of rice, which is not pounded. There is not much rice pounded at home, so my father said I will give you rice to your husband. These days we have to help you pound rice. Because it is rice, and we have to take care of you and live in you, we are given three dou more, which is the food for us."

Then, she pointed to the small bag and said, "This is rice, I have pounded it. There is only so much at home, I will give it to the gentleman. I will pound it again afterwards."

Zhuang Hui looked at her: "Thank you Sister Huaixiang."

"If you don't say thank you, you should make up for it if you did something wrong." Mo Huaixiang turned to Ning Sanmei and said, "Today you take care of sir, and I'll change you tomorrow at this time."

Ning Sanmei nodded.

Mo Huaixiang looked at Zhuang Hui in a pretty look, smiled, and then turned around and left. Although the room was darker, Mo Huaixiang's look still made Zhuang Hui's whole body numb, and he felt like he was over-electric. It was impossible to tell that this strong village woman had such seductive eyes.

Ning Sanmei took down the iron cauldron hanging on the fire and put it aside. She took a small blue-edged earth bowl, scooped half a bowl of rice from the rice bag, and poured it into the iron cauldron. When she did this, she squatted under Gu Yezhou's eyes halfway, and exposed her round buttocks under her slender waist to Gu Yezhou. Seeing Gu Yezhou's heart was so hot.

Fortunately, she quickly stood up and got off the fire shop, which released Gu Yezhou's eyes. Ning Sanmei carried the big bag of rice and a small bag of rice and put it in the next room. When she came back, she scooped two scoops of water and poured it into the iron cauldron. She did not wash the rice. She bent down and took a tripod from the fire shop and put it on the fire shop. Then, she placed the iron cauldron on the tripod and started making porridge.

Zhuang Hui could already understand why she didn't wash rice and cooked porridge directly, because the water was too expensive, so she could save as much as she could, and she didn't care about that much.

When Ning Sanmei was busy, Zhuang Hui leaned against her and moved her body while lying down. Then she felt something heavy on her belt. He reached in and touched her, and it was Liang Bingbing.

What's this?

Zhuang Hui grabbed the thing and took it out.

A Type 92 5.8mm Police Pistol!

Zhuang Hui was both surprised and happy. This should be the pistol he picked up when the patrol policeman had a car accident when he fell to the ground and fell to the ground!

Isn't I a soul traveling through time? Why did this gun follow me? Why didn't other things on my body, such as mobile phones, travel with me? He didn't understand, probably because he was holding the pistol in his hand at that time.

No matter what, now that he has this thing in his hand, Zhuang Hui has become much more courageous all of a sudden. In this ancient times when he was unfamiliar with the place, he suddenly has a reliance. However, I don’t know if there are any bullets or how many.

He quickly fumbled and took a look. The magazine was full of two rows of bullets, and counted them for a few moments, a total of twenty rounds!

Twenty bullets should be enough to save your life.

Zhuang Hui was very excited. He looked up at Ning Sanmei who was busy cooking at the fire shop. The light in the room was very dark and she did not notice Zhuang Hui's actions.

Zhuang Hui hurriedly put the pistol back in his arms.

After thinking about it, Zhuang Hui asked Ning Sanmei: "When I was injured by them, you didn't hear any loud noises? For example, the loud noise of the 'boom' or something?" Zhuang Hui thought that the police car might have had a huge noise when it came over.

Ning Sanmei looked at him strangely: "What's the noise? I didn't hear it. - I was working in the field and wasn't there. It was someone who came to tell me that you were injured, so I ran away."

"Then, have you seen a big guy? Look, like this!" Zhuang Hui gestured to describe the appearance of the police car and also mentioned some characteristics.

Ning Sanmei shook her head blankly: "I haven't seen it before, what is it? It's so strange."

"Nothing," Zhuang Hui was disappointed and said casually, "I dreamed of it when I fainted."

"Look at you, how can you really have something you dreamed of? It's true." Ning Sanmei gave him a coquettish look and then became busy.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door, and creaked on the floor. Then someone shouted: "Mr. Gu!"

"Doctor Gong is here!" Ning Sanmei flew out of the kitchen door lightly like a swallow. She saw Doctor Gong standing in the corridor with a few bags of medicine, and quickly met him: "You are here!"

"Well! How is Mr. Gu?"

"It's okay..." Ning Sanmei lowered her voice, "It's just that he doesn't remember anything. He can't remember anything. Previously, he didn't even know Uncle Mo, Dagui, Ergui. He didn't even know who it was! What should I do?"

Gong Langzhong smiled and said, "It's normal. Some people, if they get a heavy blow in their heads, will forget some things. The more the harm they hurt, the more things they forget."

Ning Sanmei opened her mouth wide in surprise, but her cute little mouth could only be stuffed with a quail egg: "What should I do?"

"Slowly help him recall it! What else can I do? He slowly remembered it."

Ning Sanmei had her eyebrows drooped and nodded worriedly. She took the medicine bag from his hand and accompanied him into the kitchen. Doctor Gong went to the fire shop and sat on the low stool beside Zhuang Hui. She bent down, took his wrist to take the pulse, and then looked at his tongue again. Then she asked him: "How do you feel?"

"Heart, I want to vomit..."

"Well, normal, don't worry, I've prescribed medicine for you, it's all right after taking it."
Chapter completed!