C3 Mountaineering Herb

Soong Qiu'er looked up and saw Soong Dazhuang's simple and honest face. His dark face seemed to be a bit red. She knew that Soong Dazhuang was feeling guilty, and since she was hungry, she took it and started chewing.

The noodles were fine. Soong Dazhuang probably got it from Madam Qian, and there was a bruise on his arm. It must have been a fight. Madam Qian even made a move.

Soong Dazhuang thought that she wasn't full so he scratched his head in embarrassment and explained: "I got this from your aunt. Your aunt is a bit bad-tempered, she doesn't have a bad nature, don't take it to heart."

"I know it in my heart, uncle." Soong Qiu'er waved her hands as if she didn't mind the slightest bit, revealing a relieved smile.

Seeing his young niece being so sensible, Soong Dazhuang's eyes became moist. Soong Qiu'er was dressed in rags and had a small build. Her new and old scars overlapped with each other. It was obvious that she was often beaten up.

Soong Dazhuang thought for a moment, then took out a bunch of copper coins from his pocket and handed it over to Soong Qiu'er. "Uncle doesn't have much money, and this is earned by working here today. Go and buy some meat to supplement your body."

"Thank you, uncle." Soong Qiu'er put her half-eaten head by her side, put away the silver, went to her chest pocket and patted it twice.

With another heavy sigh, Soong Dazhuang walked away slowly. Soong Qiu'er took out the copper coins and counted them; they were 130 copper coins in total. Soong Dazhuang sighed heavily again and walked away slowly.

After eating, Soong Qiu'er was so full that she went back to the woodshed she remembered. On the left side of the woodshed was a pile of dried firewood and some pigweed, which smelled like dirt. On the right side was a dirty mattress, some straw, and a few pieces of clothing.

Soong Qiu'er walked over and took a whiff of the quilt with a repulsive smell. It smelled like old mildew. It seemed like it hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time. The straw under the quilt was also slightly damp.

She pulled out all the straw and placed it to the side. Then, she pulled out some dry straw from the left firewood pile and spread it on the ground. She pressed her hand on it tightly and slowly sat on it.

Soong Qiu'er's butt was hurting slightly. She could tell that the wound had not fully healed with a touch, and her left shoulder also smelled terrible. She tore off a clean piece of cloth and tied it to the wound, slowly inspecting her body.

She was already thirteen years old, yet she was still as petite as an eight-year-old child. Her skin was sallow, her bones could be seen at her joints, and her body temperature was also lower than normal. This was all due to the abuse she had suffered since she was young.

Sighing, Soong Qiu'er's face was filled with helplessness. She didn't know what kind of evil had brought her to this small village, but she had no strength to change what had happened. She patted her body and stood up, preparing to go to the back of the mountain to find some medicinal herbs.

The soil on the back mountain was black soil, which was very suitable for growing Chinese medicinal herbs. The soil was slightly moist. Looking around, Soong Qiu'er saw Astragalus and other things, so she dug them out and carefully buried the roots back.

She carried a small cloth with her, patted the soil on top of the herbs, and put it into the small cloth pocket. Then she cut off a stalk of 3 or 7 on the ground, chewed it, and applied it to the bruised and painful parts of her body.

Soong Qiu'er heaved a long sigh of relief. She knew that her wounds had been treated, so there was no need to worry. On the other hand, her insides were chilled, preventing her from coming out. It would take a long time to recover.

Soong Qiu'er wrapped up her clothes again and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a heavy, coarse gasp.

The voice sounded as if it was trying its best to suppress something, and sounded as if it was filled with pain. Soong Qiu'er stopped in her tracks, tightly grabbed the small cloth to listen to it, and let out another muffled groan.

She shook her head and tried to lift her foot to leave, but the man's intermittent moans made Soong Qiu'er, who was already a doctor, feel helpless. She knew she was in a difficult situation, but she still turned around to save him.

Soong Qiu'er's heart began to beat faster as the groans got closer to her. The mountain wasn't very high in the air, and there were some shrubs growing on the ground. She couldn't see what was on the ground, but suddenly, her foot was viciously pulled.

Soong Qiu'er lost her balance and lay on her back. She crawled up in pain, wanting to see who was so sinister. All she saw was a man lying beside her.

Soong Qiu'er got up and tried pushing him. The man let out a groan and fainted.

"Hey!" Soong Qiu'er shook him, but she remained indifferent. When she stood up, he was covered in black and red blood.

Soong Qiu'er quickly turned him over and examined him from head to toe, only to see that he was covered in wounds. There were knife wounds, and there were also some injuries from the impact. The most serious one was a small dent on the back of his head.

Without further ado, Soong Qiu'er took out a few stalks of 37 stalks of gas and chewed them before applying them to the back of the man's head. Perhaps due to the excessive force, the man abruptly opened his eyes and placed his hands on Soong Qiu'er's neck.