Guard Jin refused to say anything, but he saw with his own eyes the wound on the son's wrist, two small blood holes, and the whole sleeve was soaked with blood.
The road back to Huangtuo Village was not smooth. Bai Zhi woke up halfway through the carriage. She remembered the scene before the coma. It was Meng Nan who pounced on her and blocked the tiger's sharp teeth from biting her.
She looked inside the carriage. There was nothing in the carriage except for her and the three bundles of purple vine leaves.
Where is Meng Nan
She hurriedly climbed out of the carriage and asked Hu Feng who was driving, "Where is Brother Meng? How is he?"
Seeing her in such anxious appearance, hearing her name is Meng Nanmeng, his brows frowned slightly, "He was bitten on his wrist, and the Guardian Jin sent him back."
"Seriously hurt?" She looked worried.
Hu Feng shook his head: "I don't know, the blood has flowed back a lot, but Meng Nan himself said it was just a skin wound."
She breathed a sigh of relief, but the skin was injured. It seemed that at the critical moment, it was Hu Feng and Jin Shiwei who rushed to rescue them.
The carriage returned to the village, attracting many people to stop and watch, envy and jealousy.
When he returned home, Uncle Hub hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "You can be considered as coming back. Two people came to the city, saying that they met with you in the city yesterday."
Bai Zhi got out of the carriage and was about to jump down, but when Hu Feng stretched out a hand, she grabbed it and jumped off the frame with his strength.
Two people walked out of the room at this time. Among them, the young man was Song Qingfeng, whom he had seen in the street yesterday. Next to him was a middle-aged man, who was tall and burly, with a dark complexion, and they looked a bit similar. , One is father and son.
"Big Brother Song, Uncle Song." She smiled and greeted her.
Song Qingfeng hurriedly introduced to his father: "Father, this is the white girl. Yesterday she said that she wanted to get a room."
With a smile on his face, Song Gong hurriedly said to Bai Zhi and Hu Feng: "It turns out that you are the white girl, and the kid Qingfeng told me before. I didn't expect this to happen."
Zhao Lan walked out of the room and said with a smile: "Quickly come in and talk, I made sweet tea, and I'll talk while drinking."
Everyone entered the house, Bai Zhi invited them to sit down, went back to the wooden house behind him, and took out the blueprints that he had drawn only last night from the house.
Song Gong can be regarded as a mason for a lifetime, and he has built a house for a lifetime, but it is the first time that he has seen the detailed drawings like Bai Zhi's hands. Although he had never built such a house before, and even saw it for the first time, with this blueprint, he felt that he would be able to build it.
"Miss Bai, who drew this drawing?" Song Gong's eyes didn't leave the drawing at all, as if he had seen some treasure.
Bai Zhi smiled slightly: "I drew blindly by myself. I didn't paint well, so you laughed."
Song Gong's eyes finally left the drawing, and he looked at the little girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old in front of him in surprise, "Did you draw this picture yourself?"
Bai Zhi nodded: "Yes, our homestead is not big. I measured it myself, and the size is calculated. You can just follow it. You are a good deal. See how many bricks, tiles, wood and other things are needed. I hope you If you can do it all for me, you can tell me how much it costs in total."
Song Gong sighed: "The girl really opened my eyes. I thought that only those craftsmen in Kyoto can draw such drawings. I didn't expect it to be made by a little girl like you."