The conversation with the old man was forced to stop in the heart of Jiang. There was nothing else, and the master and servant of Jiang's wife were both in trouble.

Jiang Ling's medicinal effect began to fade, and even more severe pain attacked his body. Jiang Ling covered her abdomen and frowned, and was in a state of half-drowning, constantly leaving cold sweats, while Baiyu, who had never stepped on the board, became seasick.

A fat dog weighing 100 pounds pounced on the boat and vomited wildly. Du He still remembered it. He was still injured and was still approached. The dog was frightened and refused to approach at all. Du He couldn't help but watch as if he had vomited the residue in his belly and began to retching again, as if he would sank into the river at any time.

"Lin Biaoyu, Lin Biaoyu, you must learn from your master, be more determined and fight back. Don't be knocked down by a small river. Ami Tofu, if you have a three-length and two-two-shortness, your master will have no delicious food again if he blows up the garden."

Du He squatted beside Dai Yu, holding a basin of clear water in his hand. After the gap between the spitting of jade, he came over to ask him to clean his esophagus, feeling aggrieved like an unpopular little wife.

"I have never seen any dog ​​in the family grow so fat, but it tastes delicious." The old man sat next to him and watched for a long time, and suddenly said something came out.

The jade-wearing ears suddenly became dull, and he stared at the old man with vigilance, and a whimper came out from his throat.

"Black dog is the most delicious, have you heard it?" The old man was still not satisfied and continued to provoke regardless of the hair that had already exploded in Haiyu.

Dai Yu suddenly stood up, leaned on his front legs and shouted at the old man, "Wang!"

"Haha, I didn't say I'm going to eat you, why are you anxious?" The old man seemed to have seen something interesting and continued to tease with a smile.

Each person and a dog are seventy or eighty years apart, and you and I choke each word.

Du He sighed, thinking that it seemed that Jiang Ling had a bad temper, but a bad temper. No matter who he had just met, he followed the way of not fighting or getting to know each other. If he didn't fight with him, he would not be convinced of you, and he would not be convinced even more if he won. Only by having mutual exchanges and winning can he take this person into his eyes and be full of bandits.

Seeing that Dai Yu had temporarily forgotten to have seasickness because of confronting the old man, Du He hurried into the cabin to visit Jiang Ling, who was sweating profusely.

It was May and the summer was hot, but Jiang Ling was wearing two tops. The one inside was already soaked with sweat, and blood slowly oozed out of the wound.

Seeing that Jiang Ling was in a state of dizziness, Du He was afraid that Jiang Ling's wound infection would worsen, so he lifted Jiang Ling's clothes up and exposed the wound on his belly.

The gauze was already stuck with the wound, and it was hard to tell which was the flesh and blood and where was the gauze. Du He had to use boiling water to cool it off, and then disassembled the sticky parts bit by bit. After careful observation that there was no rotten meat, Du He used a silver needle to seal Jiang Ling's wound acupuncture points.

Now that there is no sheep intestinal thread, Jiang Ling cannot suture the wound. He can only seal the nearby blood vessels first, reduce the amount of bleeding, and then apply medicine to disinfect it, so that the wound can form an isolation membrane as soon as possible and begins to recover itself.

When Jiang Ling was clearing the wound, Jiang Ling's hair was soaked, and strands were pressed on his face, making the little face extremely weak. Jiang Ling seemed to endure the pain in his dream, holding his fingers tightly, and his knuckles were white and blue.

Du He touched Jiang Ling's forehead, pondered for a moment, and snapped his fingers.

Jiang Ling opened her eyes.

A few minutes later, Jiang Ling let go of his fist, relaxed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Du He came out of the cabin with gauze and a bloody basin.

The gauze was scalded with boiling water and placed on the bow of the boat. It would dry in a short while. The blood poured into the river water, and there was no future trouble. Du He satisfactorily put the basin away, set up the stove again, and started eating.

If you rely on the mountains and rivers to eat water, you will naturally eat fish on the boat.

Du Heyu was good at fishing, but compared to the mature elderly, it was not enough to watch.

The old man only used one fishing line and an iron hook and caught a foot-long shad.

Du He decisively gave up fishing by himself, and honestly poured out half of the water in the pot, simply cut the anchovies and removed the internal organs, and then put them in the pot to steam.

The anchovies taste extremely delicious and have heavy fats. They basically do not need to scrape scales. They are very suitable for steaming them directly, and they will feel like swallowing their tongues in a fresh way.

While Du He was watching the heat on the pot, the old man caught a knife fish and a few silverfish. Du He directly put the knife fish down and roasted it with salt by the fire pit, and threw the silverfish into the pot to make soup.

Soon, the steamed fish was ready. Du Heli let the elders go. Although he was jealous, the anchovies were still given to the old man for food, and the knife fish was given to the jade that did not spit bones. The fish soup was Jiang Ling's sick meal.

As for Du He himself, he scooped a bowl of soup, dipped it in the base of fish soup and ate it as he did.

The rest is placed in the fire pit and simmered slowly.

As the boat was about to enter the estuary, the old man directed Du He to row hard and turn. The boat went down and north, and finally arrived at a small port in Hengsha.

Jiang Ling woke up and the fish soup was ready.

The two of them kept their saliva and watched Jiang Ling drink soup, and then put the boat back on the road.

Hengsha is an extremely small island. Although the port they landed on is sparsely populated, it was discovered by people without going far.

The person who came was carrying a hoe and a straw hat, seemed to be going to farm in the field. After meeting Du and the other two, he was stunned for a moment, then shouted, turned around and ran away.

Du He looked at the man who didn't even want a hoe and asked the old man, "Grandma, do you know him?"

The old man shook his head and said seriously: "I don't know him."

"Hengsha is so big. This man looks like he is over forty years old. Don't you know him?"

Jiang Ling has a little bit of energy and has started to pick on the old man again.

There is no way. A Ling is a female hero who holds grudges. A Ling will definitely remember the matter of connecting with Du He for the rest of her life.

The old man walked calmly, with no sign of getting angry. Instead, he said humorously: "Nannan, you also know that the grandfather is old and deaf and blurry. Maybe he doesn't remember anyone anymore."

"How could you say that you have a bad memory when you are old? I think your ears are not deaf." Jiang Lingxu held Baiyu's head, and Baiyu was rarely gentle. He slowed down and said that Jiang Ling could walk more comfortably.

"If you are deaf, you will have to be deaf. If you are not deaf or dumb, it is difficult to be a family member."

The old man continued to tease himself, saying that Jiang Ling, who had not found anything to be used to pick on the bones, was speechless.

"You said all this, what should I say?"

Jiang Ling pouted, not happy.
Chapter completed!