"Don't be afraid of Nunu, my eldest brother is here." Li Feng was not afraid at all. He lived in the countryside since he was a child, so he was afraid of dogs.

He suddenly bent down and squatted on the ground, pretending to be picking up blocks of soil. The big dog chasing behind him immediately fled with his tail and fled in a hurry. The dog was afraid of cats and wolves, and this sentence still makes sense.

He helped Nunu up from the ground, and the little guy was still laughing: "Hehe, brother, you are so awesome, you beat the bad dog away."

Then, he curled his mouth again, started crying, spreading his hands, and his palms were broken.

"It's okay, brother, it won't hurt you." Li Feng is a big doctor, but now he can't take such a small wound on his younger sister's hand, so he can only help him exhale, and then carry Nunu home. The wounds need to be treated simply. In this era, infection will be fatal.

At the gate, he met the second tiger of Li Hou's family. He ran out after hearing his own dog barking. All the dogs in this village recognized their birth.

"Dalang, didn't you bite the little lady?" Erhu asked anxiously.

Li Feng shook his head, thinking about how to find some medicine powder for Nu Nu's hand to apply. There will definitely be no doctor in the village, so he has to go to Daxing City, and he is a doctor himself.

He could only adapt to local conditions. Li Feng had an idea: "Erhu, where are there mushrooms outside the village? It's a kind of round one that can emit yellow smoke when it's dry?"

Erhu grabbed the back of his head: "You are talking about flattery, I'll find it for you!" After that, he ran out of the village.

Due to limited conditions, Li Feng could only think of using flattery. Well, the place where they are from their hometown is called horse manure bag, scientifically called horse bob. The powder inside has anti-inflammatory and stop bleeding. This month, it should be there.

He remembered that the ancients had a long understanding and application of pony bolts. For example, Tao Hongjing recorded in "Bencao Jing Ji" that the taste is spicy, flat, and non-toxic. It is mainly used to treat erectile sores, horse scabies.

At this time, people have backward information. Some people may not have left the village where they live in their lives, so they may not know the effects of many common medicines.

He hugged Nu Nu into the yard and saw his grandmother. Nu Nu felt a little aggrieved again, and thrust and told the grandma to feel distressed. The little guy saw the grandma’s thoughts and opened his mouth and said, “Grandma, my elder brother said Nu Nu is the bravest, Nu Nu does not cry.”

While saying that, tears were still circling in the circles of his eyes.

In the yard, the toad spirit is made into clay pots; in the kitchen, Rakshasa is also busy steaming buns, but the little girl in her early teens can do any work.

After a while, Erhu ran back panting and wrapped some horse manure bags with his clothes. Autumn is the peak season for the growth of ponytails. Erhu doesn't know how to use it, so even the fresh and tender ones are already shriveled.

Li Feng first cleaned Nunu's little hand, then carefully threw the puffy powder into the wound, and blew it gently twice: "Okay, don't wash your hands in the next two days."

"Brother, it doesn't seem to hurt. Brother, you are so awesome!" The little girl was happy again.

Li Feng was also praised a little: "Brother's amazing place is still behind!"

Looking at the brother and sister, the grandmother also smiled. These two are her hope for life.

Seeing Erhu looking at him with a deep desire for knowledge, Li Feng told him: This kind of powder of flattery can be applied to the wound, which is conducive to recovery.

Erhu kept nodding: "Dalang is so awesome. Did you learn all these from books?"

Li Feng blinked and nodded: In the future, there will be a lot of things to be tinkered with, so I will push them to books. In this era, reading is still very sacred.

"I, I want to read and read, too." Erhu was whispering, but soon, his eyes dimmed. For a family like him, reading is really just a dream that is difficult to realize.

"It's okay, I can teach you in the future." Li Feng did not have the concept of being inferior to everything, but only reading high. There is no modern person who doesn't study. At least he has to finish the past nine years of compulsory education.

Erhu was obviously excited: "Dalang, don't coax me!"

"What should I coax you?" Li Feng still couldn't understand the desire for reading in these days, and his ideas were more than a thousand years apart.

"Da Lang!" Erhu knelt down with a moment of excitement, and his eyes were red with excitement, "Da Lang, I, I swear to be loyal to my death!"

Finally, he remembered a sentence that the old man in the village often said when he was talking about ancient times, so he moved it out directly.

Li Feng was stunned: Are these people from the Sui Dynasty so easy to fool? Or I am a domineering spirit. When I get domineering, the other party takes his head and bows.

There is still some self-knowledge, and Li Feng quickly figured it out. For him, a modern person, reading is as ordinary as eating and sleeping. But for people of this period, especially those at the bottom like Erhu, reading is like a mirage in the sky, and it is out of reach.

So he quickly helped Erhu up and comforted his kind words. Then he found that the toad spirit who was making porridge in the corner of the wall rubbed against Li Feng. His little eyes were actually a bit resentful, as if he was telling the unfaithful man: Dalang, you have a new person and forget the old person.

"Hurry up and go to work, select these tender ponytails, and cook vegetables later." Li Fengxu kicked and learned to compete for favor, right?

The toad spirit smiled and usually picked out the horse manure bag from Erhu, and then washed it with a proud look.

"Dalang, can you eat this flattery?" Erhu was a little confused.

When the ponyball is fresh and tender, there is no powder in it, so it is still edible. Li Feng ate it in his previous life. Now there are no vegetables at home, so it is just fried for a plate.

Seeing that Rakshasa was clumsy and smashed his pony ball, Li Feng grabbed the pottery pot from him. The toad spirit suddenly panicked: "Dalang, you can't do it. Dalang is the son of a thousand gold medal. How can you do such a rough job?"

Li Feng waved his hand like a flies: "Go cool down while you're here!"

"I'm not hot, Dalang--" The toad was puzzled. It was just now that the sun had just come out, and it was really not hot at all.

Li Feng was not too lazy to pay attention to him. He cleaned the ponytail, cut it into thin slices, then put it in hot water and blanched it for a while, took it out and cooled, and then it could be fried.

Then he discovered: There is no iron pot!

If you want to eat stir-fry, you can get it after the Song and Yuan dynasties, and you haven't found it yet.

Yes, there is another urgent thing: get two iron pots first.

After all, he had cooked the ponytail slices, but others dared not move their chopsticks. Li Feng first picked up two slices to demonstrate, and then the greedy little slave started eating with his elder brother.

"Smooth, tender, delicious." The little girl praised while eating. Seeing this, the others then moved their chopsticks.

Seeing Erhu standing beside him and starting to swallow saliva again, Li Feng asked him to go to his grandfather Li Zhong's table for dinner. The guy immediately smiled, picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, and nodded while chewing.

In Li Feng's opinion, the taste is actually average. There are no side dishes inside, the heat is too wilted, and there are no spices to season. Unexpectedly, everyone would eat so deliciously. It would be strange if he would not bite off his tongue until he brought out some of the dishes from later generations?

After breakfast, Li Feng was about to find paper and pen, and first drew a few sketches, at least the tables, chairs, benches, and iron pots, rice spoons in the kitchen should be made first.

Unexpectedly, when he ordered Rakshasa to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he was told that there are no such things at home now.

Forget it, don’t draw the drawings, and then I will explain it to the craftsman directly. Li Feng then called Erhu to ask: “Is there a blacksmith in the village?”

The two tigers shook their heads.

"Can there be a carpenter?"

Erhu continued to shake his head.

"Is there a plasterer?" With the pot, I have to build a stove. Moreover, Li Feng was ready to get it in one step and put it together with the kang. When it rains and cloudy, my grandmother's legs hurt. It would be better to sleep in the kang, and it was almost winter.

Erhu shook his head and almost fainted.
Chapter completed!