There were several torches lit in the cottage, with stars dotted, especially dazzling in the darkness.

Except for the sober boss and the young gang, the rest of the idle men were left at the foot of the mountain and guarded by Futong.

The white grains were transported up the mountain, and some were taken and a pot of porridge was made.

After Chen Yuansheng divided a bowl of it, he started eating the wild vegetable soup.

"Master, are you injured?" Xu Jiang said to Chen Yuansheng's ankle.

"It's nothing, a small injury." Chen Yuansheng looked at the wound on the outside of the ankle and said indifferently.

"Little wound? Humph! You're about to die!" Xiao Bangxian seemed very angry when he heard Chen Yuansheng's disdainful tone.

"What are you talking about?" Hu Zi kicked Xiaobangxian to the ground, tied his hands behind him and fell to the ground and ate a mouthful of dirt.

"I'm not talking nonsense! Those who have been injured by this knife have all died!" the little gang yelled.

"You!" Hu Zi raised his foot and was about to kick Xiaobangyi's stinky mouth.

"Okay!" Chen Yuansheng put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'm fine, I can't die for the time being..."

Chen Yuansheng said halfway, but he didn't say anything further. What he wanted to say in the second half was that even if I die, I had already enjoyed what I should enjoy. But you should live well and live a good life.

The life he lived in modern times, and in the eyes of people of this era, was probably no different from the life he lived in.

Just as Chen Yuansheng was thinking, Xu Jiang took water and a piece of mud and wanted to paste it on his ankle.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Yuansheng stopped Xu Jiang's actions.

Xu Jiang said with the mud, "Put it on the wound, and the wound heals faster. We should have used incense ash, but now it is useless, so it should be okay to use mud."

As Xu Jiang said, he wanted to paste Chen Yuansheng's ankle again.
Chapter completed!