Chapter 446: There is a limit to being a good person

If they really had a fever, Li Long truly had medicine here.

Aspirin, in the eyes of many people at this time, was almost a panacea.

"Has the person come over?" Li Long arrived at the door and asked, "If the person is coming, I'll give you the medicine now for you to feed them. If the person hasn't come, then take the medicine back."

People still had to be saved.

"Thanks, thanks! My brother can't even get up, he's in the dugout, he didn't come over, I ran over myself... thank you!"

Li Long lit the oil lamp, found the medicine bottle, poured out seven or eight tablets, found a piece of paper to wrap them up, came to the door, and said:

"This is aspirin. Feed them one tablet; if the fever doesn't go down, feed them another one. Don't eat too much."

He opened the locked door and saw the person outside.

That person also saw Li Long, as well as the rifle in his hand.

"Here, medicine." Li Long handed over the paper package with his left hand. "It's paper, it's raining outside, pack it well."

That person took the paper package, bowed to Li Long, and then turned and ran quickly into the rain.

Li Long watched their background; they were heading southwest.

Close the door, lock the door.

He noticed that the other party had glanced at his rifle earlier, and he didn't know if the other party was sure whether his rifle had bullets, or if the safety was off.

Li Long didn't have persecution mania, he just didn't want to use his own life to test the good and evil of human nature.

Added some coal to the stove, pressed it down, blew out the oil lamp, and continued to sleep.

When he woke up again, it wasn't raining outside anymore, and the daylight was already a bit bright.

The fire in the stove in the room was still red. Li Long climbed up, put on his clothes, rubbed his face, added coal to the stove, sat on the pot to boil water, and then opened the door.

A damp, cold breath rushed towards his face, and Li Long immediately woke up.

There was a little bit of accumulated water on the ground, which didn't look like much. However, in the mountains, rain doesn't look at the place; there is more and there is less. It's very normal for it to be raining on this side and not on that side just a few steps away. After all, when a cloud comes over, it's like sprinkling water, sprinkling wherever it lands.

He didn't go out, directly boiled water, made tea, and then began to roast steamed buns. Early in the morning, he could only eat like this. There was also white rice porridge, or rice gruel, boiling in the pot.

Two pieces of red fermented bean curd, and then mix in some wild vegetables that weren't finished yesterday, and that would do.

The roasted steamed bun had a charred shell; the shell on the outside didn't need anything else, it was very fragrant to eat. The inside of the steamed bun was also roasted hot, not as fluffy as when it was just steamed, but dipping it in red fermented bean curd and eating it with the cold dish was also not bad.

Li Long roasted two more steamed buns; these were prepared for Yushanjiang. As for the one selling fritillaria, Li Long guessed that they probably wouldn't eat them.

It was just unexpected that these two roasted steamed buns prepared weren't enough.

Yushanjiang arrived after seven o'clock. The daylight was already bright, but the east hadn't turned red yet, and it would still be a while before the sun rose.

Li Long heard the sound of horse hooves, put down his chopsticks, walked out, saw Yushanjiang, greeted him, and invited him into the room to drink some hot tea and eat something.

Yushanjiang wasn't polite either, tied the horse well, followed Li Long into the room, pulled a bench, sat by the stove, and roasted himself by the fire. While roasting by the fire, he looked around and then smiled and said:

"It's still comfortable here."

"That was also built by you all." Li Long poured a bowl of tea for Yushanjiang, and then took one of the roasted charred steamed buns for him.

Yushanjiang took the tea, drank a mouthful, then put down the bowl, took the steamed bun, thanked him, broke it open, and began to eat.

"Come, dip it in this." Li Long took a clean plate, picked up a piece of red fermented bean curd, and handed it to Yushanjiang. Yushanjiang smiled, took it, and said:

"This taste is not bad."

He was used to eating it, but some people weren't.

Halfway through eating the steamed bun, they heard the sound of horse hooves outside. Yushanjiang put down the steamed bun, stood up, and walked to the door to look, and Li Long did the same.

That Hearing Bolati rode over on a horse, looked at Yushanjiang, and smiled:

"I brought it." He raised his hand.

"Come, come, come, get down and roast by the fire, eat something." Li Long wasn't an outsider either, directly greeting, "Roasted steamed bun, do you want to eat?"

Hearing Bolati looked at Yushanjiang. Yushanjiang turned his head, took his own half-steamed bun, and raised it, saying:

"I'm eating too."

"Then eat some."

Li Long looked at his bag and estimated that it should contain six or seven kilograms of fritillaria.

It wasn't much, but it wasn't little either. Being able to get this much fritillaria at the very beginning wasn't little.

Hearing Bolati took the steamed bun, it was so hot that his teeth hissed, he switched from his left hand to his right hand, kept blowing air, and while blowing air, he slapped the steamed bun hard, cracking the charred yellow shell on the outside, and then tore off a piece and ate it.

The taste was not bad.

Currently, the herdsmen in the mountains, including the staff of the forestry team and animal husbandry team, were issued grain according to a two-eight split, two parts fine grain and eight parts coarse grain. In the next two years, there might be some changes, because after the land was contracted, more people grew wheat, the yield increased, and the circulation of fine grain in the market increased.

But at least for now, the naan that Hearing Bolati and his family made themselves was still mixed naan, mainly corn flour. But pure corn flour couldn't be kneaded, so some white flour had to be mixed in.

It wasn't as delicious as this steamed bun; this damn wheat fragrance!

"Dip it in this and taste it." Yushanjiang handed over the plate containing the red fermented bean curd.

Hearing Bolati dipped it, tasted it, smiled, and nodded; it was indeed much better.

Li Long could tell that one steamed bun per person was clearly not enough, so he hurriedly took two more steamed buns and roasted them under the stove.

The two finished eating the steamed buns, not in a hurry, just waiting there.

The fire in the stove wasn't very strong, but the temperature underneath was quite high. In less than five minutes, Li Long turned the steamed buns over, and Hearing Bolati said directly:

"No need to turn them, they can be eaten like this."

Fine, then eat.

He ate three steamed buns by himself, and Yushanjiang ate two.

These steamed buns weren't small, the size of two fists. Li Long could probably eat three if he were extremely hungry. He looked at Hearing Bolati, who was a circle thinner than himself, and worried that this guy might stuff himself to death.

However, on the surface, Hearing Bolati was fine, just burped a few times.

"Come, fritillaria." Hearing Bolati felt comfortable after eating, and put the fritillaria bag in front of Li Long:

"Fifteen yuan. Or wine."

"I don't have wine here for the time being, I'll give you money first." Li Long said, "I'll go down the mountain to buy some wine in these two days, then you can come over morning or evening, and I'll give it to you."

It was a bit difficult for Hearing Bolati and the others to want to drink wine, mainly because they still needed wine coupons.

In another year or two, coupons might slowly be marginalized, but they were still needed in some places. The neighbors of the forestry team might also be afraid that they would drink and delay things, so they didn't issue them wine coupons, making it a bit difficult if they wanted to drink.

"Good." Hearing Bolati added another condition:

"Take two more steamed buns for me, I'll take them back for my family to eat."

This person was okay, remembering his family.

Li Long packed up all the remaining three steamed buns for him. Anyway, it was already morning, at worst he would just make dough and steam some more.

Carrying the steamed buns and taking the money Li Long gave, Hearing Bolati waved to Yushanjiang, then went out, rode his horse, and left.

"I'm leaving too." Yushanjiang said, "Still have to pack up when I get back."

"There are no more steamed buns, take a bag of flour." Li Long pointed to the flour in the corner.

"No, no." Yushanjiang waved his hand, "There's plenty at home. The two children went to school, the grain at home can't be finished, it's all fine grain. My Yang Gangzi said that if it continues like this, the stomach will be spoiled; how can one eat fine grain every day."

Yushanjiang waved his hand, went out, led the horse out, mounted it, waved to Li Long, turned a circle, and left.

Li Long smiled, quite gratified.

From Yushanjiang's words, he could tell that the other party was really satisfied with the current life. That was fine.

He turned and entered the room, opened the bag, and looked at the fritillaria inside.

It was okay, quite clean, with a little mud and leaves, but not much.

He carried the fritillaria bag to the small room next door, spread it on the floor, and began to dry it.

In the forest in the distance, two people were looking over here.

"You say those two people riding horses, are they the bad guys from the forestry team, the ones collecting our fritillaria?" A young voice said, a bit weak.

"Maybe... are they?" The older one said, "The one who left earlier looks a bit like it, the one behind doesn't seem to be."

If Li Long were here, he should be able to recognize that the older one was the one who came over in the middle of the night to ask him for medicine.

"Then you say are they in the same gang?"

"That's hard to say." The older one said, "Let's not go over there. Your body is weak, if something happens, we won't be able to run, right? Let's go back, stay in the dugout and rest for two days."

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"How to rest, we don't have much to eat now, just this bit of fritillaria left. If we don't get something to eat, both of us will be left in the mountains..." The young man complained.

"Then you rest, I'll take the fritillaria down the mountain once, go to the county to sell it and exchange it for some grain. Selling these fritillaria will at least exchange for half a bag of corn flour."

"Forget it. Nearly a hundred miles back and forth, when will you be back? Tomorrow, you haven't eaten anything either... Fine, let's find him, go exchange for some grain. He was able to give us medicine in the middle of the night yesterday, so he shouldn't be a bad person. At worst, we'll give up these fritillaria, we have to take a risk. Otherwise, we'll both die in the mountains."

"Then fine, you go find a place where the sun shines and bask in the sun, the fever just went down and hasn't fully recovered, don't walk anymore, I'll go exchange."

Saying older, they were only around thirty, but not tall, thin and weak, looking like only fifty kilograms or so, with hair and beard, and didn't know how long they had stayed in the mountains.

Li Long was kneading dough when he heard the movement outside.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, the one who asked you for medicine yesterday, thank you!" Li Zheng Tang stood ten meters away. He knew Li Long had a rifle in his hand and was afraid of causing a misunderstanding, so he didn't walk forward again.

Li Long rubbed the flour on his hands, walked to the door, looked at Li Zheng Tang, and said:

"No need to be polite, anyone who runs into that situation would give medicine. By the way, the fever went down, right?"

"Went down, went down." Li Zheng Tang nodded repeatedly, looked at the flour on Li Long's hands, swallowed his saliva, and then raised the bag in his hand and said:

"This is the fritillaria we dug, thank you for your medicine..."

"You are the ones digging for fritillaria?" Li Long smiled, waved his hand, and said, "No need to thank me, hurry up and leave. The forestry team people just came by earlier, if they run into you, do you believe they will catch you? Even if they don't catch you, your fritillaria will be collected by them."

Li Zheng Tang heard Li Long's reminder, the heart that was originally lifted was put down by more than half, he hurriedly accompanied with a smile and said:

"There is one more thing, this big brother, my brother has a fever and is a bit weak, we don't have anything to eat either, look at whether you have here..."

"It would be fine if you said it earlier, the steamed buns I have here, just finished eating, the rest were taken away by that forestry team person just now. If you can wait, come over at noon, I'm steaming buns. By the way, there is still some porridge, do you have anything to hold it?"

Where would there be anything to hold it?

"I'll exchange your porridge for fritillaria, and then exchange for some corn flour, is that okay? This bag of fritillaria has two or three kilograms, it can exchange for some, I don't ask for much, exchange for ten or so kilograms will do."

"Like this." Li Long thought for a moment and said, "Then fine, I'll get you some rice, get you some flour, and then get you some porridge."

He could tell the other party was quite urgent, maybe that patient was really quite serious.

Found an empty bag, poured seven or eight kilograms of rice into it, found another bag and poured about the same amount of flour, took an enamel basin and scraped all the remaining porridge in the pot into it, and then handed it all to Li Zheng Tang.

"Thank you, really thank you very much!" Li Zheng Tang was almost crying, this was a bit much!

"No thanks, no thanks." Li Long waved his hand, "I also collect fritillaria, if you dig any later, you can also send it over, sell for money or exchange for supplies, both are fine. However, be careful in the mountains, the forestry team often patrols, if they discover you digging for fritillaria, they will collect it."

Li Zheng Tang thanked him profusely, carried the rice and flour bag on his back, held the porridge, and left.

He was also hungry, endured it all the way without drinking the porridge, and carried it to his cousin Li Li Zhengting.

Li Li Zhengting had actually been watching, and when he saw Li Zheng Tang carrying the rice and flour bag, and a basin of porridge, he was overjoyed:

"Brother, did he give so much?"

"Hmm, that person is really not bad!"

"Why did you get two bags? Not put together?" Li Li Zhengting thought both bags were corn flour.

"One bag of rice and one bag of flour, that person gave really quite a lot! All fine grain!" Li Zheng Tang excitedly put down the bag and handed the enamel basin to Li Li Zhengting:

"Here, you drink first!"

"Rice porridge! This is good stuff!" Li Li Zhengting took a look and was surprised, "Won't there be anything?"

"What could there be?"

"Didn't he still come together with that forestry team?"

"He even reminded us not to be caught by the forestry team." Li Zheng Tang said sternly, "The price he gave is not low, and he is also a good person. You even ate his medicine to get better. Li Zhengting, it's not good to suspect people like this."

"Hmm." Li Li Zhengting also felt he was a bit petty, his face blushed, and he picked up the enamel basin and drank.

The porridge was really fragrant! He drank more than half in one breath, if it wasn't for feeling that his cousin was watching him, he could have finished the porridge in one breath.

"Brother, you drink too."

"Sigh, fine. Your illness just got better, you can't eat too much." Li Zheng Tang smiled, took the enamel basin, wiped the edge of the basin with his hand, and drank in big gulps.

Although the porridge was slightly cold, for them, it was no less than a human delicacy; they hadn't drunk such thick porridge for a long time.

After drinking the porridge, Li Zheng Tang didn't even let go of the last grain of rice in the porridge. If it wasn't for the lack of water here, he would have intended to rinse the basin with water and drink it again.

Mainly because in the half a month here, the grain they could eat was mainly corn flour, and they basically hadn't eaten rice.

Now that they suddenly drank rice porridge, they were really quite moved, and also felt, really fragrant.

With so much grain in hand, Li Zheng Tang suddenly felt his courage strengthen, and he said:

"Let's go, let's go back to the dugout, you rest, I'll go get fritillaria. This person said, he also collects fritillaria here, looking at his posture, the price given won't be low, just calculate the things in hand now, one kilogram of fritillaria is worth five or six kilograms of rice and flour. Not cheap. If we dig more, if it's not convenient to go down the mountain, we'll exchange for money and supplies with him!"

Li Li Zhengting also had ideas about this, turned his head to look at the tractor at the door of Li Long's wooden cabin, and was still slightly unwilling:

"It's really the other party's fortune. If sold to the county, one kilogram can sell for five yuan, right?"

"What about the travel expenses?" Li Zheng Tang waved his hand, "We earn money within our ability. Li Zhengting, we can't be greedy, once a person is greedy, once the eyes are red, it will definitely ruin things."

These were all lessons learned.

Li Li Zhengting also knew these principles, nodded, and together with his cousin, carrying the bags, slowly went back to the dugout.

The dugout they used was one abandoned by others, which hadn't completely collapsed. They put some branches on top, pressed them down, and found some grass to spread on, doing some camouflage.

Li Long kneaded the dough and put it into the basin, covered it with a pot rack, left it on the table to ferment, and then took the fritillaria to the small room next door to dry, picking out the mud, grass leaves, and the like along the way. When the fritillaria is dried, it will be sold to Chen Hongjun, so the quality must be passable.

These trivial things take a lot of time, but it won't work if they aren't done. Some broken mud inside must be picked out, while grass leaves are easier to handle. There were also some fritillaria that were stuck with mud and couldn't be removed, so Li Long picked them aside, intending to take them out to wash clean at the end and then bring them back to dry.

After handling the fritillaria, the sun rose, and the sunlight was quite warm on the body. Li Long went to see that the dough had fermented enough, so he began to knead the steamed buns. Given that Hearing Bolati ate quite a lot this time, Li Long intended to steam more, at least not letting them run out while eating.

He felt that the person just now might come over later, maybe they would want steamed buns then, and if he couldn't hunt anything himself, he would also have to eat.

So he steamed three layers directly, thinking it could last a week?

The steamed buns were steamed, and the next step was waiting. Li Long didn't want to wait in vain, so he went to the nearby grass to search, to see if he could find mushrooms.

It was a pity that although it rained last night, the grass hadn't fully grown yet, and he could find a few mushrooms, but not many.

It was fine to make one meal, but that was just one meal.

He still had to think for the evening.

Trouble.

Li Long intended to eat lunch, rest for a while, and then go to the salt cave over there to look around; there should be a harvest there, right?

If there was no harvest there either, then he could only pin his hopes on going to the location pointed out by Yushanjiang early tomorrow morning to take a look.

This time the hunting harvest was a bit inferior, which made Li Long a bit unwilling; he must get something out! (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 447 =====