Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1121 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 4

"Cough! Cough cough cough -!"

A violent coughing fit broke out instantly, and Zhang Xiaoshu's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. The veins on his forehead bulged, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Jiang Yu was stunned watching from the side, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!

What did I say!

I told you not to eat mine!

How can you, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, bear this!

Quick! Drink some water to calm down! "

Why do you, a person from Northeast China, eat spicy food?

He laughed and quickly stuffed the water bag over.

Zhang Xiaoshu coughed heart-wrenchingly, and awkwardly took the water bag and took a few big gulps. The cold spring water temporarily suppressed the fire in his throat.

But that overbearing and fragrant aftertaste remained on the root of the tongue like a brand.

After the initial pain and discomfort passed, a strange, addictive sense of satisfaction and excitement slowly rose.

He was breathing heavily, tears still stained his face, but his eyes were fixed on the remaining rice noodles in the bowl.

Kind of delicious.

"I...I want more..." His hoarse voice was filled with a bit of stubbornness and he picked up another chopstick.

This time I learned my lesson. I blew on it carefully, took a smaller sip than last time, and put it into my mouth again.

Still spicy! Still hot! Still salty!

But this time, he forced himself not to cough up, but chewed it carefully and clumsily.

The complex and intense flavors slowly unfold in your mouth: the richness of the shredded pork, the crispness of the sour beans, the suppleness of the rice noodles, the richness of the broth...

Especially the overbearing spiciness, like a fire burning in the body, dispelling the coldness deep in the bone marrow and the heaviness brought by weakness, bringing an almost refreshing and real feeling of being alive!

He ate mouthful after mouthful until he was sweating all over, his lips were red and swollen, and his nose was sweating. He looked miserable, but he couldn't stop.

The bowl was soon empty, not even a drop of soup was left.

Jiang Yu folded his arms and watched with interest.

It's a bit like watching your pet cat chew on chili peppers for the first time and then can't stop.

"Alright, kid, you have some potential." Jiang Yu smacked his lips and looked at the empty bowl. "It seems I'll have to let you taste more delicacies from all over the world in the future."

His eyes rolled and he suddenly remembered something. He flipped his hand and a small oil-paper package appeared in his palm: a scallion pancake.

"Take this, it's not spicy."

Zhang Xiaoshu: …

Eat this to calm your nerves.

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the little mute with amusement. It was said that the Zhang family was in good health.

In this seriously injured state, he still wanted to eat spicy food, and his body had no reaction. At most, he was just feeling the spiciness.

He thought the little mute would feel uncomfortable and have diarrhea.

It turns out that the Zhang family has an iron stomach.

He can't do it anyway.

"When you feel better, I'll take you back to the Zhang family."

Zhang Xiaoshu was stunned: "The Zhang family broke up a long time ago."

So he had no home and he didn't know where to go.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his swollen lips, and his stubbornness revealed a sense of helplessness and helplessness.

He fell behind, but in fact there were still some people in the Zhang family who fell behind.

Others are still carrying out their tasks and waiting for others to take over.

If there is no one to take over, just keep waiting.

Basically, I have some guesses in my mind.

The Zhang family is not stupid.

Jiang Xiaoyu looked up and down at the embarrassed yet stubborn little mute in front of him, "Tsk tsk tsk, what a shabby and silly boy."

"Disbanded?" Jiang Yu repeated, his voice not loud but filled with unquestionable certainty.

"Even if we break up, we're still the Zhang family. Our roots are still there, so someone has to guard them and remember them."

He walked over and patted Zhang Xiaoshu's uninjured shoulder with his big hand, neither lightly nor heavily.

He remembered that there was a big fool in the Zhang family.

With this child, Hei Xia Zi has become a happy and auspicious family.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

Is Nanpukan open yet?

Very yellow.

"Your body and blood can't deceive anyone.

If you are a descendant of the Zhang family, you must go back to the Zhang family territory and identify the door. Even if the door collapses, you must know which brick it is. "

Zhang Xiaoshu was startled by his pat and looked up at him.

Jiang Yu's eyes were heavy, no longer the relaxed look he had before when watching a lively scene. There was something complex in them that he couldn't understand, like the sky before a snowstorm.

"Eat your pie."

Jiang Yu stuffed the scallion pancake into his hand and said, "Gather your strength and follow me. This broken place has a lot of yin energy. If you stay here for too long, your injury won't heal properly."

He looked around at the shabby surroundings and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Zhang Xiaoshu held the cake and didn't move.

Go back to Northeast China?

That distant and cold "root" that only appeared in the words of the elders?

In his blurred and fragmented memories, all that remained of the Zhang family was chaos, coldness, and the lingering smell of blood.

What are you going back for? Looking at the ruins?

"No...no place..." His throat was still a little hoarse from the spiciness, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

"If I say yes, then yes." Jiang Yu interrupted him, "Can a living person be killed by holding his urine? Don't worry, I, Jiang Xiaoyu, am here, I won't let you go."

He grinned, and that smile regained some of its previous ruffian spirit. "Just treat it as a gift to the west. Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh, don't let others bully you outside."

If all else fails, he can also support a member of the Zhang family.

If you are really sold to Nanfeng Pavilion or meet a pervert, you are doomed.

He has lost all his face.

In the following days, Zhang Xiaoshu recovered from his injuries much faster than expected under Jiang Yu's half-care and half-forced treatment.

The Zhang family's physique is indeed incredibly strong, and with the various strange herbs and foods that Jiang Xiaoyu got from somewhere, the strength in his body is indeed returning little by little.

When Zhang Xiaoshu was able to walk steadily on his own, Jiang Yu stopped delaying.

He got a tattered carriage from somewhere, covered it with thick hay and animal skins, stuffed Zhang Xiaoshu in, cracked the whip, and the wheels rolled through the dust, heading northeast and all the way north.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Oh no, disaster is coming.

In the past few years, unlucky members of the Zhang family have come here one after another.

Everyone knew that the sky would fall if the Zhang family was gone.

Then he became a savage like the patriarch.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Hei Xiazi poked the mute with a rice straw. He didn't know what was wrong with classmate Zhang, so he grabbed him and took him home.

Blind people are casual people.

Just go.

Then the mute farmed and the blind washed clothes and cooked.

Tsk tsk, I live like an old man.

The journey home was long and arduous.

The further north you go, the stronger the wind becomes and the colder and drier the air becomes.

Zhang Xiaoshu, wrapped in a thick fur coat that Jiang Xiaoyu had found from some corner, curled up in the carriage, looking out the window at the monotonous place gradually covered by snow.

He was enveloped in a sense of homesickness, a sense of panic and a sense of strange chill.

The atmosphere here is completely different from that in the south.

Jiang Xiaoyu, however, was full of energy.

He hummed a tuneless Northeastern tune and cracked his whip, not stopping even in the wind and snow.

He kept muttering, "It's almost there! Just climb over that ridge ahead, wade through that frozen river, and we'll be there!"

Zhang Xiaoshu: …

Your words are not standard.

Finally, one evening when the wind and snow had just stopped, the carriage drove into the mountains.

Thick snow covered everything.