The distance between oil lamps.

When he finally walked onto a meadow, he finally saw the little lama kneeling on the meadow, holding an oil lamp in one hand and looking for herbs one by one.

I also saw Li Zhuang beside him, who was holding open a torn blanket with his hands, trying to protect the little lama from the rain.

Looking at Wei Ran who came up to him, Li Zhuang showed a big smile. The former even saw "gratification" on his young, haggard and even immature face.

Without any conversation, Wei Ran casually poked the stick aside, grabbed the two corners of the blanket in the other person's hand, spread it open, and blocked the little lama's head.

He looked up at the blanket that had covered most of the rain. The little lama muttered something in the heavy rain. He lowered his head and continued to search grass by grass with the help of an oil lamp.

The first meadow, the second meadow, the third meadow, and when the three of them reached the fifth meadow, the little lama finally let out a cheer, put the oil lamp beside him, and held the wood

Stick began to dig hard.

Taking a closer look, Wei Ran discovered that what the little lama was digging was more like the roots of a grass. The upper part of the grass seemed to have been cut away, leaving only a bare pole.

Because of this, he was even more unable to recognize what kind of plant it was.

Fortunately, thanks to the soft soil here, in less than a minute, he dug out a bunch of branches, which were definitely not the black roots of ginseng.

He broke off a piece of root and put it into his mouth and chewed it. The little lama also followed closely and his brow, eyes and nose almost shrank into a ball. Obviously, the taste of this thing was not very good.

"Let's go back!"

The little lama spit out the roots in his mouth, greeted loudly in Zang language, then raised his finger to point in the direction he came from, and the almighty "comrade!" came out of his mouth.

"Walk!"

Li Zhuang signaled Wei Ran to loosen the blanket and put it on the little lama's body. He held a stick in one hand and held the cold hand of the little lama with the other, and walked back.

After being stunned for a moment, Wei Ran quickly picked up the oil lamp and followed.

I returned to the tent without any danger. Fortunately, the fire in the copper ladle was still burning, and Nurse Ji was not seriously injured.

Not caring about resting, the little lama once again pulled out the cannon from his waist and gave it to Li Zhuang without hesitation. Then he found an anti-Japanese sword and cut off half of the rhizome of the unknown herb he had dug up.

Chop it into pieces and throw it into a Wei-ran cup, place it on the charcoal fire and cook it.

"Do you recognize the herb he just cooked?"

Li Zhuang looked at the box of cannons that the little lama had given him, and asked Wei Ran in a low voice.

"I don't know him, do you know him?" Wei Ran said and sneezed.

Li Zhuang shook his head, looked at Nurse Ji worriedly, and finally said nothing.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, the little lama took out four enamel bowls and poured half a bowl of fish soup with herbs into each.

"Comrade!"

The little lama handed the first bowl to Li Zhuang, and then handed the second bowl to Wei Ran. Then he picked up a bowl himself, pinched his nose and frowned, drank it in one gulp, and then flashed the bowl.

Bottom.

Throwing away the enamel bowl in his hand, the little lama picked up the last bowl, walked to Nurse Ji, carefully took a spoonful of it with a small spoon, blew on it, brought it to Nurse Ji's mouth and fed it.

"Drink"

After Li Zhuang finished speaking, he poured the fish soup and some roots floating in the bowl into his mouth, and then frowned. But even so, he still grinned and chewed it, then swallowed it in one gulp.

.

"Is it that bad to drink?"

Wei Ran muttered, and poured the fish soup into his mouth in the same gulp. Immediately, the bitter and spicy taste mixed with fresh peppercorns hit his forehead, which hit him in the mouth.

After swallowing it into their stomachs with difficulty, Wei Ran and Li Zhuang looked at each other and each swallowed, but neither of them tasted what kind of herb it was.

After a while, as the bitter and spicy fish soup poured into her mouth, Nurse Ji woke up again and coughed repeatedly.

But the little lama smiled and continued to feed her the last bit of medicinal soup while saying in a chant to himself, "Drink it, it will be fine after you drink it. I used to have colds and my grandma always used it to make soup."

Give me a drink.

It'll be fine after you drink it, but it's bitter and spicy and doesn't taste very good. Oh, it would be nice if there was butter tea and yak milk."

"I don't know what the little lama is talking about."

Li Zhuang clapped his lips and muttered, "It would be great if I could speak Zang. I must talk to him for three days and three nights."

"There will be a chance"

Wei Ran paused, changed the subject and said, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't go to save the little lama with you at first. I'm not afraid of death. I'm really not afraid of death. I'm..."

"I know, I know everything. In fact, you are right."

Li Zhuang patted Wei Ran on the shoulder and did not give him a chance to continue, "But he is a commoner and you are a Red Army soldier, so we must save him."

"I promise..."

"No, no need to guarantee anything."

Li Zhuang smiled and changed the subject, "Come on, sit down quickly and roast your feet before the firewood is finished burning."

"By the way, let's help Nurse Ji roast her feet," Wei Ran said, having already picked up the copper ladle and walked to Nurse Ji's side.

"We can definitely get out," Li Zhuang said, blowing out the oil lamp.

"What did you say?" Wei Ran asked while helping the little lama to lift Nurse Ji up. The sound of the rain was so loud that he didn't hear clearly what the other party said just now.
Chapter completed!