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Wen Jingrong had just started to feel some sympathy for Murong Mingzhu after she had finished pressing down on his leg. At night, she wished that she had not been able to carry such a delicate spirit when she went to bed. The reason was that Murong Mingzhu didn't want to sleep in the same bed as Niu Dabao. It was already very wronged of him to be willing to sleep in such a poor bed, and he even wanted him to sleep with other people.

Wen Jingrong was so angry that she wanted to throw him to the ground and make a bed. There were only two beds in the house, and if he took one for himself, how could the siblings sleep? Niu Dabao, who had a soft temper, was afraid that Murong Mingzhu would get sick if he made the flooring, so he suggested that he make the flooring up. How could Wen Jingrong accept that? Niu Dabao's body wasn't that strong, and since there weren't any extra bedding in the house, she insisted that Niu Dabao sleep in her room while she moved a chair and leaned against the stove for the night.

The next morning, Wen Jingrong, who had a sore back and a sore back, had been able to stay in the wilderness all night without any problems. She had not exercised for too long, so it seemed that it was necessary to go to the Green Stone Town to get some extra clothes and bedding.

She dug out a money jar from the fire beside the stove and sighed as she poured out two strings of copper coins. Suddenly, he heard Murong Mingzhu's voice from the other side of the bed, "Take this Golden Leaf. Remember to buy the blankets and clothes. I'm not used to wearing anything else."

Wen Jingrong turned around and saw him sitting up. His eyes were bright and clear. There were two shadows in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not gotten a good night's sleep.

Actually, it's not that Murong Mingzhu didn't sleep well, it's just that he didn't sleep at all. The reason was because he knew that Wen Jingrong was sleeping less than ten feet away from him, but unlike him, she was sleeping very fast and very heavily … All night he could hear her steady breathing, so light, so faint... But he heard it clearly.

When he got tired of listening, he lay on the bed and looked out of the window. The night wind was very cold, and the leaves rustled in the night sky. After looking for a long time, he could gradually distinguish the blobs of ink. The deeper ones were the old leaves, and the shallower ones were the new leaves … Murong Mingzhu suddenly had a ridiculous feeling in his heart. At such a moment, such a place, such a person … His imagination ran wild until the sky brightened. The sun rose slowly, and the sun began to turn orange. It dyed the dark green area in a warm halo. He had never felt this relaxed as he watched the sunrise. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing for him to appear here and lose his memory.

He touched the bag next to the pillow. There were still a few golden leaves inside, probably left behind when they helped him undress yesterday. Murong Mingzhu heaved a sigh of relief. If he relied on the money from these two siblings, how could he afford what he wanted? Fortunately, there was no mark on these golden leaves, which solved the urgent situation they were in.

Although these two siblings are poor, they are quite honest. Such a small bag of gold leaves is already a large sum for a villager, Murong Mingzhu thought. When he saw Wen Jingrong awake, sighing and pouring the coins at the same time, he couldn't help but smile. If he relied on her, it wouldn't be enough to buy what he wanted.

When Wen Jingrong saw that he wanted to pay for it, she naturally wouldn't stop him. She originally wanted to buy some fine cotton clothes for him, but now that she had a sufficient budget, whatever he wanted was up to him.

After solving the problem of the silver coins, Wen Jingrong was relieved and cleaned up her breakfast. He picked a few vegetables and onions from the vegetable patch in front of the house, chopped them up, added them to the cornmeal flour, added a few eggs, sprinkled some salt, put half a basin of water, and stirred them clockwise into a batter of vegetables.

By this time the pot was hot, too, and she picked up a cloth from the oil jar and brushed it into the pan with the cloth she had dipped in, and the pot was evenly covered with a thin layer of oil. This method was something that she had witnessed from her maternal grandma's house when she was young. It could save oil and even even the wok.

Without waiting for the pot to smoke, she quickly poured a third of the batter into the pot. With the sizzling of the oil, the interior of the house was immediately filled with the fragrance of the pastries. At this moment, the sound of a piece of wood being knocked down came from the room. Wen Jingrong knew that Niu Dabao had woken up at this moment because he wasn't familiar with the furnishings in her room. She quickly turned the pastries one by one and went inside to check the situation.

"Are you alright? Did you fall anywhere? " Niu Dabao had already walked out. His left leg was a little unsteady. Wen Jingrong squatted down and pulled up his pants to take a look, but her knees were green. Looks like I'll have to buy a bed in addition to clothes and quilts, she thought.

Ye Zichen helped Niu Dabao sit beside the earth stove. At this moment, the pasta in the pot was completely cooked. She quickly scooped up a few pieces of the pasta and put them in a small bowl to dry.

She did as she was told and fried two more pastries while boiling water. After a night in the mountain, the water was still a little cold. She mixed some hot water into the wooden basin, then picked up a new cloth for Murong Mingzhu to wash his face first.

Even so, when he took the cloth, his face still showed a bit of disgust. However, compared to the discomfort of not washing his face, he could only bear with sharing a wooden basin with them and hastily wiping his face. As for brushing his teeth, he was stunned as he looked at the willow branch Wen Jingrong passed to him.

After seeing how the two of them used the willow branch, Murong Mingzhu struggled for a while and brushed his teeth according to his appearance. Only then did he realize that it wasn't as hard to accept as he thought it would be.

At this time, the cake was almost done. It was not as hot as when it was just put out of the pot. There was no way to eat it. Wen Jingrong directly handed over the portion between Murong Mingzhu and Niu Dabao to them. In addition, she also used the pine needle she picked up to make a pot of hot tea for each of them.

It was Murong Mingzhu's first time drinking this kind of tea. It had a special fragrance to it, the tea was clear and bright, along with the pastries, it was surprisingly harmonious.

Murong Mingzhu's taste buds were completely opened by this morning's cup of pine needle tea. Although the green vegetable biscuit in the bowl didn't look good, he had finished it with the tea. He had a vague feeling that a good appetite like the one he had had last night and this morning was unusual.

As he ate, Wen Jingrong and Niu Dabao had already finished their portion. After telling her brother that she was going out to buy things in Bluestone Town today, she estimated that she would be back soon.

Since she wouldn't be back until the evening and was afraid that the two of them would be hungry at noon, Wen Jingrong steamed another pot of corn noodle soup and killed the few fish she brought back yesterday. After marinating them with salt and ginger, she headed back to the village. At noon, Niu Dabao only needed to put the fish in a pot to boil, then he could eat it by eating it from the bottom of his nest.