The two returned to their home on the mountainside. After Pang Yi carried Zhong Mingwei into the room, he was too busy to light a fire. It's just that he has lived in southern Xinjiang for many years, and he has used kangs everywhere, and now he is choking and coughing and doesn't talk about it. It also made the whole house smell of smoke.
"Light the fire with a wheat pole," Zhong Mingwei called him into the room. Then he pointed to a pair of wheat poles in the corner. It is usually specially used to start a fire, "then add a handful of leaves and corn cobs, and finally use firewood."
"Yes." Pang Yi coughed and responded, following the method taught by Zhong Mingwei to start the fire. Sure enough, the kang burned down in no time. Pang Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, came in clapping the firewood in his hands, and looked at Zhong Mingwei. Quite surprised and authentic. "Your Highness. You..."
Pang Yi didn't say anything later. His expression was a little subtle, and he coughed. Climb up the kang again to lay the kang for Zhong Mingwei.
In fact, he just wanted to say, Your Highness. How come you can even make a fire now, but after thinking about it, how can you not? He is no longer the noble prince of the Eastern Palace, but a most ordinary commoner, perhaps even worse than a commoner. If he wants to survive in such a desolate place as Ninggu Pagoda, he has to learn everything.
Pang Yi was very sad. A thirty-year-old man had never felt so sad. He couldn't even imagine how Zhong Mingwei had survived the past year, and how he dragged his broken leg in the smoky He learned how to set fire to the kang, he wiped his face, tried his best not to lose his composure, and was so busy tidying up the messy bedding on the kang.
"I can do it myself," Zhong Mingwei frowned at Pang Yi, "I don't need you to clean it up."
"It's fine if I come, Your Highness, just rest..." Of course Pang Yi refused, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, and then firmly grasped his wrist with a gauze-covered hand.
"I said, I'll do it myself," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi with a sullen face. This time, he was seriously injured, and his whole body was haggard a lot, but his eyes were still as sharp and deep as before. Staring at Pang Yi like this, "Go down, and don't come up on this Kang in the future."
This is his and Ah Chou's home. He actually doesn't want anyone to set foot here, not even Pang Yi. If it wasn't for his inconvenient health and no one to help him, he would have sent Pang Yi down the mountain a long time ago, so when As soon as Pang Yi climbed onto the kang, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help it anymore. This is his and A Chou's kang, and there are A Chou's clothes on it, A Chou's pillow, and there may be A Chou on the pillow. How could he allow others to touch his hair
"Yes, I obey." Pang Yi didn't quite understand Zhong Mingwei's meaning, but he didn't dare to ask those sharp and deep eyes. Go fetch a bucket of water, and when it’s hot, wipe your face.”
"Okay." Zhong Mingwei nodded, without saying anything else, he reached out and rubbed the pink and tender pillow beside him.
Pang Yi found the bucket from the outer hall and brought it to the yard. The last time he came here, he saw that there was a well in the yard. When he came to the well, he hooked the bucket and put it down, and then there was a "click" With a sound, Pang Yi was just trying to lower the bucket, and then the rope became loose. Only then did Pang Yi realize that the well might be frozen.
Pang Yi glanced at a big stone beside the well, and immediately threw the stone into the well. With a loud "plop", the ice surface in the well broke, and Pang Yi finally brought up a bucket of straw. Taking the water from Binglingzi, I was so busy that I carried the water into the room.
"Your Highness, what's the matter with you?" As soon as Pang Yifu put down the bucket, he saw that something was wrong with Zhong Mingwei. Holding a small pillow in his hand, he turned his head to look at the window with a broken corner, his face was very ugly. , the lips seemed to be still trembling.
Pang Yi only said that the wound on Zhong Mingwei's body was in unbearable pain, and he said anxiously: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? How about I go down the mountain and invite you to a doctor?"
"It's okay." Zhong Mingwei shook his head slowly, still looking straight at the broken window, and it took a long time before he spoke again, "Is the well frozen again?"
"Yeah, the ice is so thick, it's the first time I know that well water can freeze, and it's so thick that even a bucket can't be broken," Pang Yi nodded, squatting down to check Zhong Mingwei's legs and feet, He continued, "It just so happens that there is a big rock beside the well, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to break through such a thick ice, the sound of breaking the ice just now was loud, did it startle His Highness?"