Chapter 793: Accidents from the East Window (2)
Chapter 793 Dongchuang Incident (2)
After boiling the water, Ma Yuan helped the cook tidy up the kitchen again. The cook was so happy that he gave Ma Yuan some milk wine looted from other caravans. Milk wine is a specialty of the northern region, and it is rarely sold in Xiliang, let alone southern Xinjiang. These bandits are simply not very lucky.
Ma Yuan returned to the firewood house with the milk wine. The temperature in Junxian County varies greatly. The daytime is like midsummer, and the morning and evening are like late autumn. It is extremely cold. Most of their salutes were lost on the way to the captivity. There was no quilt to cover them, only a blanket that was not too thick. Ma Yuan shared some milk wine with Huang Fushan and the little boy, and fed the rest to Rong Qing.
Rong Qing was very weak, leaning against his arms, he could hardly hear Rong Qing's breathing, his heart throbbed, at this moment, he suddenly regretted taking Rong Qing out of the palace, if Rong Qing stayed there, You must not worry about food, clothing, or being hunted down. But soon, he felt that his thoughts were naive. Rong Qing is his son, the eldest son of the Ma family, how could he not bring Rong Qing home?
Huangfushan stared blankly at Ma Yuan who was holding Rong Qing tightly in her arms, and said, "Yuan Shu, you are really good to Rong Qing."
Ma Yuan's eyes flashed: "Maybe...he always reminds me of my son?"
Huangfushan snorted, but didn't take it to heart: "How long are we going to stay here?"
Ma Yuan stared at the ground, and said darkly, "It won't be long."
"That's good, I hate this place!" Huang Fushan said, yawning. I felt cold before, but I wasn't sleepy, but now I drank milk wine and warmed up, and my eyelids started to fight instantly. The little boy had already fallen asleep next to Rong Qing, and she lay down on the other side of the little boy. Ma Yuan covered the three of them with thin blankets, lit a small bonfire in the house, and quietly watched the night. After the three children were all asleep, he finally unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the red, swollen and festering wounds.
On the hillside not far away, the scarred man who escaped from the kitchen was holding a painting. All four fingers of his left hand except the thumb were placed near his mouth, and he was quietly biting his nails. This is a quirk that he developed after he started his escape career, and he would always be like this when he was anxious. There are three people painted on the painting, a middle-aged man, a young woman, and a young man. Below the painting is written a reward of ten thousand taels of gold.
He moved his eyes away from the painting, and looked at the middle-aged man in the woodshed who was examining the wound by the firelight, his eyes sparkling. Then, he looked at the young man who had fallen into a coma, with a strong hatred in his eyes, he got up suddenly, squeezed the portrait tightly and walked towards the gate of the cottage.
The bandit guarding the gate saw him and yelled: "Xiucai, it's so late, you have to go down the mountain?"
"Yes." He responded lightly.
The bandit whistled: "They have gone to Hongfang, don't you want to go too? Good boy, he looks honest on weekdays, and at critical moments, he should take advantage of it! Go! Go, remember to bring me a basket of soup dumplings tomorrow!"
"Got it." He walked out with cold eyes.
Suddenly, there was a low coughing sound from the woodshed.
His steps stopped suddenly.
The bandit scratched his head: "Hey, I said? Are you going to go down the mountain or not? If you don't, I'll close the door!"
He didn't answer the bandit's words, and his face began to contort and twitch, as if he was making a difficult decision in his heart, making the scars on his face more hideous and terrifying. After a while, he threw the portrait into the brazier and went back to the village.
The bandit frowned: "I don't know why! Are you playing with me?"
"Cough cough! Cough cough..." Ma Yuan covered his mouth, trying to minimize the sound of coughing, Rong Qing was a light sleeper, even if he was groggy, a little movement could still make him uncomfortable. After the cough passed, Ma Yuan drew out his dagger, put it on the fire and roasted it, bit a wooden stick, and cut off the rotten flesh from the wound. He was shaking and sweating from the pain, but that wasn't the most painful. To prevent it from reinfecting, some treatment must be done to the wound. It's a pity that their medicine fell at Orion's house, and he could only take the method of burning it. He took a piece of wood that had been burnt into charcoal, extinguished the sparks, and aimed it at the wound to scald it.
(end of this chapter)