Chapter 3 3 Troubled Times
Chapter 3 3. Troubled Times
[Strength: 1~1]
[Favorability: 100]
Song Cheng stared out the door, glanced at Tong Jia's data, and then glanced at himself.
[Strength: 0~0]
"0" does not mean no strength, but it is just rounded to 0.
This is not surprising.
Tong Jia needs to go out to collect herbs, climb mountains all year round, stretch his arms, and shuttle through dense forests, so his physique is naturally stronger than his.
And he is just a blind man. On weekdays, he looks after the door, does odd jobs, at most does firewood, dries herbs, stirs herbs, and even washes pots, dishes, and laundry.
It is precisely because of this that he and the host are not husband and wife, but they have already lived together.
Tong Jia does not want him to die, and it is difficult for him to feel safe with outsiders, so she decided on a relationship yesterday. This is to hope that after he becomes a real man, he can muster the hope of life, support each other with her, and survive one day at a time in this chaotic world.
As for surviving.
No one can guarantee it.
There were too many unexpected disasters.
Take the old doctor in Huichun Hall, Song Cheng's father-in-law, for example. He was still in the hall taking pulses and discussing relocation the day before, and he was taken away the next day.
It was not uncommon for generals to conscript men and collect grain when they passed through the border.
In one day, the able-bodied men in Tanghe Village were cut down like tall leeks.
Tanghe Village became an orphan village, and Huichun Hall was also ruined.
In this world, who has the confidence to guarantee their survival?
‘Add points. ’
2 points of investment.
In the skill column, the progress of “Mind’s Eye” changed from “Beginner (0/2)” to “Beginner (2/2)”, and then changed to “Minor Success (0/4)”.
At the moment when the panel changed, Song Cheng felt another mysterious feeling surging from his soul.
His body and his sensitivity changed accordingly, as if he had lived somewhere for a long time, experienced a long time, and now had grown and improved, while the processes in between were like a wave splashing in the long river of time, soaring up in an instant, but falling back to the original time point in an instant.
He completed his practice in the waves, but did not cause any impact on the original timeline.
This time.
Years of exploration and living in the dark made him more sensitive to the flow of air.
The wind could not pass through when it encountered obstacles, and it spread out with the sound, forming the outline of the object.
"Hu~~~"
Song Cheng blew a breath.
It was like white water falling into ink, spreading and expanding, but soon returning to silence.
Song Cheng felt an indescribable novelty in his heart, and even joy.
He hurriedly added the remaining 2 points to "Mind's Eye", making its progress become "Small Success (2/4)".
This time, there was no qualitative change, but his sensitivity to airflow was further improved.
He hurriedly raised his hand to touch it, and grasped the hardwood guide stick next to the bed, knocking and knocking, hurried to the door, and grabbed the door with excitement and expectation.
Open.
Boom! ! !
The strong wind swept the blizzard into the door. In front of Yu Songcheng, it was like the sea god raising a raging tide and rolling up the sky waves in his eternally empty and lonely world.
Once the door was opened, it was like letting in a vast ocean.
The white water surged, one after another, hitting one place after another, and ripples were raised in the ink-colored world.
The echoes and changes in airflow outlined the outlines of objects.
There was a door, a table and chairs, a medicine rack, a bed, and a pale gauze curtain swaying in the dark space.
The wall appeared, and there were hats and sickles hanging on the wall. There was a bamboo basket in the corner of the room. The wind passed through the thousands of holes in the bamboo weaving of the basket, making a delicate sound. On the small table under the window, the outline of the emergency lamp wick oil lamp also appeared. It was a half-arm-high oil lamp with a copper handle at the bottom.
A strong feeling of joy suddenly filled Song Cheng's heart.
This was a miracle for him.
He couldn't help grinning and laughed happily.
In the distance, a hurried female voice came with hurried footsteps.
"Close the door, close the door!"
It was Tong Jia.
Tong Jia wiped her hands and ran in hurriedly.
She ran into the house, hurriedly closed the door with her backhand, and then gently hit Song Cheng and said, "You are going to die. There is finally a little heating in the room, and it all ran away!"
The door was closed and the wind was blocked.
The ink world quickly faded and turned into a series of sketch lines. That was the layout of this place in Song Cheng's memory.
"I'm going to chop wood." Song Cheng suddenly said.
Tong Jia said fiercely: "Go, go, what wood are you chopping! Let's talk about it after you get well!"
She helped Song Cheng sit at the table and was busy outside.
Song Cheng sat at the table, looking at the sketched objects in the room, and stood up to touch here and there, without any mistakes, and they all matched.
When he grabbed the sickle on the wall, his data became [Strength: 1~1].
Sure enough, the weapon gave him extra strength.
He was like a child who had just opened his eyes to the world, curiously circling around in this room.
But outside the sketched room, it was pitch black.
The boundless black was farther than the horizon and deeper than the sky, like a cosmic tomb without stars.
And in the darkness floated two lines of Tong Jia's information.
Suddenly, he saw someone coming from afar.
[Strength: 0~0]
[Favorability: 60]
The man came to the backyard.
Tong Jia greeted him.
Song Cheng leaned against the window and listened.
"Doctor Tong, is Cheng Ge'er in good health?" The voice of the young man.
From his previous memory, Song Cheng knew that this should be a young man named Ding Siyan in the village. Usually, only those over 17 years old were arrested. Ding Siyan was only 15 years old, and he was not tall, so he escaped.
"Not bad." Tong Jia said with a smile.
"Not bad?" Ding Siyan asked in confusion, "Didn't you say that he almost died from the fall?"
Tong Jia was stunned and said, "What are you talking about!"
Ding Siyan laughed and said, "Nothing, just worried about Cheng Ge'er. We are all from the same village, and my mother is worried, so let me come and see if I can help or something."
As he spoke, he bypassed Tong Jia and rushed into the yard, and then quickly walked to the door of the house.
He was fast, and Tong Jia was not slow either. He walked over quickly, stopped him, and said, "Ding Siyan, what are you going to do?"
Ding Siyan just kept shouting, "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng!!"
As he shouted, Song Cheng saw that his favorability was rapidly declining. After just two shouts, it had dropped from 60 to 50, and the rate of decline was still maintaining.
Suddenly,
Song Cheng woke up.
Is this kid thinking of "stealing food"?
Compared to other villagers, Huichuntang still has enough food.
If there was a capable female doctor and a blind man in Huichuntang in the past, he would not have thought of it.
But if the blind man was seriously injured, it would be hard to say.
This is a scout.
If he doesn't respond or shows weakness, it might bring disaster.
Song Cheng walked to the door, opened it with a bang, and used all his strength to knock the ground with his guide stick, saying viciously, "What's the matter with you?"
Ding Siyan said, "Blind man, you are seriously injured, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Jia had already picked up a clothes mallet and said angrily, "Get out!"
She was also smart and reacted.
Ding Siyan saw that he was in trouble and was about to say something, but Tong Jia had already raised the clothes mallet and hit him hard.
Ding Siyan jumped to avoid it.
The clothes mallet missed and actually hit a strong wind.
Ding Siyan was shocked and ran out of the yard while shouting, "You are a female doctor, how can you be so strong?"
Tong Jia stood in front of the fence with her hands on her hips and shouted to the distance, "If you dare to come again, I will beat you to death!"
Song Cheng couldn't help laughing.
Last night, the boss was not a tigress.
He raised his face, and his eyes, like turbid white jade, stared in the direction of the fleeing boy.
His favorability had risen from 45 to 60.
Being strong is the prerequisite for maintaining normal relationships, otherwise evil thoughts will arise.
‘You have to become stronger. ’
Song Cheng clenched his fists.