Three stitches of the suture under the little finger have broken open and are bleeding.
"If you're already injured, don't move around. If there's anything you need to do, can you just ask me to do it?"
Tang Dongdong's eyes were covered with moisture, but he resisted crying: "Mancang is the same, don't you know you have injuries on your hands?"
"You have been wronged. He didn't ask me to do anything. I did it accidentally."
Jin Feng was also a little helpless: "Besides, it's just that the wound has collapsed. I can just go find Xiaorou and sew it up again later. It's not a big deal."
The jujube wood was not placed properly and rolled off the table. Jin Feng subconsciously picked it up.
It was probably that moment that opened the wound.
"Sister Xiaorou is coaxing Xiao'e to sleep..."
Tang Dongdong hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Let me sew it for you."
What girl is not pregnant?
What's more, between life and death, it is easiest to be emotional.
When Tang Dongdong said she wanted to marry Jin Feng before, it was more out of helplessness, but after last night, her heart had quietly changed.
Twenty taels of silver was enough for an ordinary family to live on for several years, but in order to save himself, Jin Feng took it out without hesitation.
Didn't even blink.
Her family was in decline and she was living under the roof. Although she always acted calmly, in fact, she felt as insecure as Runniang and was full of confusion about the future.
But the moment Jin Feng reached out and grabbed the blade, her heart stopped.
No longer confused, no longer afraid.
The man in front of her, who was not strong, gave her a long-lost sense of security.
It was at that moment that Tang Dongdong knew that he might never be able to live without this man in his life.
It's a pity that he doesn't want to marry himself...
How did Jin Feng know that Tang Dongdong thought so much in just a short moment?
Knowing that Guan Xiaorou was coaxing Xiao'e, she didn't think much and followed Tang Dongdong into the wooden shed.
Without any instructions, Runniang had already trotted to the kitchen to boil water.
Although she didn't understand why Jin Feng used boiling water to boil the thread, what did it matter? Just find something to do.
In fact, wounds cannot be sutured with ordinary needles and threads. Not only are they prone to infection, but it will also be very painful to remove the stitches after the wound has healed.
And if you are injured by an iron object, you will also get tetanus.
It's a pity that the conditions here are really limited, so don't even think about these things.
When many farmers are injured, they just sprinkle some dry soil on the wound to stop the bleeding and leave it alone.
Tang Dongdong's character is more cheerful and stronger than Guan Xiaorou and Runniang.
After getting familiar with it, sometimes you will be careless.
But when suturing Jin Feng's wound, he was extremely careful.
It goes in bit by bit and comes out bit by bit.
Little did he know that the more this happened, the more Jin Feng suffered.
But seeing Tang Dongdong looking like he was about to cry, he might as well endure it.
With just three simple injections, even a novice nurse can probably do it in a minute or two.
Tang Dongdong stitched it up for five minutes, and Jin Feng finished it until his thigh was almost purple.
He decided that if the thread broke again next time, he would not let Tang Dongdong sew it for him no matter what.
Run Niang was restless and always wanted to find something to do. Tang Dongdong also wanted to make money early and expand the workshop. Jin Feng was afraid that they would secretly spin yarn at night, so he simply removed the pedals of the spinning wheel when he left.
Back at the blacksmith shop, Mancang had already cut the jujube tree into several pieces according to Jin Feng's request and was carefully peeling it with a hatchet.
Jin Feng, the component of the spinning wheel, can be left to the carpenter to make, because even if the spinning wheel is spread, it will not have much impact, and he can upgrade it at any time.
But the crossbow doesn't work.
This thing was so destructive that if word got out, he could not predict the consequences.
Therefore, he would rather let Mancang slowly sharpen it with a hatchet than ask a carpenter for help.
Knowing that the wound had just collapsed, Mancang said nothing to stop Jin Feng from taking action again.
There was no other way, so Jin Feng could only stand aside, boredly thinking about how to improve the stove.
The two of them waited until the moon had risen above their heads, and Zhang Liang, who was tired of travel, came back.
After coming back, he picked up the kettle without saying anything and drank half of it.
"Brother Liang, thank you for your hard work."
Jin Feng stood up, lifted a small hanging pot from the stove, and filled a bowl of rice porridge out: "The rice has been kept hot for you, hurry up and eat some."
Zhang Liang had been on the road from noon to now, and he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
It wasn't too hot, so I picked up the rice bowl and drank the rice porridge cleanly with a few slurps.
Jin Feng smiled and served Zhang Liang another bowl.
He knew that what Zhang Liang brought back after eating like this must be good news.
It wasn't until he finished the small pot of rice porridge that Zhang Liang burped with satisfaction: "You wanted to buy this small hanging pot at the time, but I said you wouldn't need it. Now I know it's a good thing and it's so convenient to use."
"Yes, when I finish the stove, it will probably be burning all day long. There will be a hanging pot where you can drink boiling water at any time."
Jin Feng also smiled.
People in this era do not have the habit of drinking boiled water. If you feel thirsty while walking on the road, you can just find a ditch and pick up a handful of water to drink.
Jin Feng has never drank raw water since he traveled through time.
However, it is very inconvenient to boil water separately several times a day.
So Jin Feng bought this hanging pot when he went on a shopping spree at the county government.
At that time, Zhang Liang and the village chief thought he was a prodigal.
A small hanging pot can be sold for several hundred yuan.
He also asked him why he didn't hit one himself.
Little do they know that the technical content of making an iron pot is much more difficult than making a hatchet.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be so expensive.
Don't use it if you doubt it, don't doubt it if you employ it.
Since he decided to ask Zhang Mancang to help him make the crossbow, he did not treat him as an outsider and asked in front of Mancang:
"Brother Liang, what did your brother say? Is Baldhead from Maomao Mountain?"
"Yes, and he is also the third boss of Maomao Mountain."
As soon as Zhang Liang opened his mouth, Jin Feng was startled.
After killing the bandit's third boss, Maomaoshan still can't blow up the nest?
"Don't be impatient, just listen to what I have to say."
Zhang Liang continued: "This guy, like Xie Guang, is addicted to gambling. After all his money was gambled, he stole grain from the mountain and sold it for gambling. He was kicked out of Maomao Mountain last year."
"No wonder this guy hooked up with Xie Guang, so that's what happened."
Hearing what Zhang Liang said, the stone in Jin Feng's heart finally fell to the ground.
Since he has been expelled from the mountains, Baldhead's life and death has nothing to do with Maomao Mountain, and naturally he will not come to the bandits' territory of Tincan Mountain to cause trouble for a traitor.
"But my brother said that the bald man had a close relationship with the second master of Maomao Mountain. Back then, the bald man stole food from the mountain. According to the rules, he should have made three cuts and six holes. The second master chopped off one of his own fingers to save him."
Zhang Liang added: "My brother said that even if the other bandits in Maomao Mountain knew that we had killed the bald man, it would be fine, but let us pay attention to this second in command."
The stone that had just fallen in Jin Feng's heart was hanging again.