Chapter 2: Working hard
At this point, the rider paused, and then continued loudly: "If you have wind, cold or fever, it's okay, I will definitely cure you!"
Hearing this, the refugees with children at home immediately became excited and came forward to ask questions. Then some people in the camp who looked like doctors felt the bones and tested them, asking for birth dates.
"Selling oneself..."
Although An Jing himself has different bones than ordinary people and looks a bit tall, he is indeed only in his early elevens and meets this requirement.
He listened to the rider's words and looked at the queue of refugees who had already begun to line up with their children. He clenched his fists subconsciously: "Treat the disease..."
"Sir, my daughter has frostbite..."
At this moment, he saw a father and daughter coming to the camp. The father was kneeling in the snow, holding his daughter in his arms, and begged the team leader and the doctor: "She really can't die, please be kind... …”
The girl's fingers and arms were so cold that they swelled and turned purple, and her whole body was a little dazed. In An Jing's eyes, her life was not long, and it would not be surprising even if she died in the next hour.
The doctors didn't take it seriously. They stepped forward and grabbed the girl's hand, rolled down her sleeves, and pinched the bones to observe. The girl screamed in pain, and then asked her father about her birth date.
"Yes." After confirming, the doctor turned his head and whispered a few words to the leading rider and the gentleman dressed as a scribe on one side, both of whom showed satisfied expressions.
"Treat him." The team leader said calmly, and then the doctor took out the pills from the box behind him, gave the girl some water to drink, and then applied a reddish-purple oily ointment to the girl's frostbite.
At this moment, the girl screamed subconsciously, as if she was set on fire in pain.
But soon, her dull eyes recovered, and she stared blankly at her oiled hands. She turned her head in disbelief and looked at her father: "Abba, my hands, my hands have feelings. "
"Daughter!" The father was not a man of words either. He knelt down and hugged his daughter, crying, and then kowtowed several times to the riders and doctors.
"Okay, step back." The leader was in a good mood, waving the two of them to step back, and continued to look at the next person.
Many people in the refugee camp also knew about the situation of the father and daughter, and knew that it would be difficult to save the girl. Seeing that these riders were actually willing to use medicine to save people, and it had miraculous effects, the public sentiment was completely cheered up.
They have completely believed that these people are servants of a wealthy family, and the master is merciful!
But An Jing, who was standing in the crowd, raised his brows and scanned the entire camp.
He saw many doubts.
First of all, the movements of those riders were too capable, and they had obviously undergone extremely rigorous training. The leader was extremely powerful, and he was always in a fighting state ready to draw his sword and chop at any time. Didn't let down his guard.
Secondly, the scribe behind the leader is even more unfathomable. Mother An Shen's martial arts can be considered to be advanced, and she has reached the state of 'inner breath as silk'. She can be regarded as a complete inner breath martial artist, and is no longer a country expert.
An Jing could tell the depth of his mother's strength, but the scribe couldn't tell at all.
This means that the opponent either has a reputation for magic or has reached the state of 'internal breath is like a tide'!
With this level of training and this level of strength, if they are really servants of a wealthy family, they must belong to a wealthy family - but why don't they state their family names?
"There's weirdness...but they really have medicine."
An Jing whispered in his heart. After seeing that the girl with chilblains who he thought was "not going to die soon" was cured, he fully believed that this team had enough medicine to cure her mother.
This does not look like the human teeth of slave traders.
Human teeth only need children, because only children have the meaning of resale, and the essence requires money, so there are few or no sick children, let alone treating them.
On the contrary, these people seem to really need the children themselves, so they would rather spend money to treat their children.
"Is the Dachen government cultivating 'death warriors', or is it a certain hidden sect? They are examining the bones and asking about birth dates. It's too detailed."
An Jing frowned slightly. If he were a normal wealthy family, he wouldn't mind selling himself as a slave to buy medicine for his mother. It didn't matter even if the other party mistreated the slaves or even killed them at will. Anyway, ordinary wealthy people couldn't stop him from escaping.
Even if he is a human trafficker, he is still confident that he will find opportunities to escape from the tiger's hands.
But facing this kind of 'mysterious person' who couldn't tell his origin at all and had a huge background... He found it difficult to make up his mind. Who knew the other party was the evil sect in southern Xinjiang, the Demonic Sect of God's Will, or the demons and monsters in the deep mountains and forests? .
——That’s all.
Putting aside the instinctive doubts in his heart, An Jing shook his head slightly.
No matter what, the things these people in front of him did were 'good deeds' to keep people alive, and he had no other choice now.
An Jing closed her eyes. He thought of his mother, whose condition was deteriorating day by day and who was already dying.
If he sells himself, he will die at most, and there is a high probability that he will survive. If his mother does not have medicine and stone to treat her, she will definitely die.
There was nothing to hesitate. He opened his eyes and walked calmly towards the rider's camp.
At this moment, many children and families have decided to sacrifice their lives.
Selling children is a way of life for parents and children, especially this team of riders who are generous and practical in treating illnesses and distributing food. Everyone in the entire refugee camp who has children is enthusiastic about it.
In a short period of time, more than twenty children were gathered. After the parents received the food on one side, they looked at their children from a distance with extremely complicated eyes.
Only Anjing came alone in the snow.
"Um?"
At this moment, the bachelor in white beside the one-eyed leader noticed something. He turned his head and looked in the direction of An Jing.
The gaze was careless at first, but soon became focused and intense.
Under his influence, the one-eyed leader who had not paid attention in this direction also turned his head and saw An Jing. Then, his eyes lit up.
An Jing is still young, less than seven feet tall, and has a slim build. At first glance, he looks like the most ordinary refugee child. At most, he is taller, so he is not inconspicuous among the people in northern Xinjiang.
But the leader and the bachelor were both warriors, and they could both see that the boy in front of them had strong bones and full of blood. Although he looked skinny on the outside, this was just an appearance.
"Are you going to sell yourself?"
Adjusting the direction of the war horse, the one-eyed leader looked at An Jing with interest: "If it were you, I would make the decision and give you two buckets of polished rice!"
"grown ups."
An Jing raised his head and stared at the queue in front of him that looked solemn and full of evil aura.
He looked at the leading rider who was already laughing, and saluted with clasped fists. There was no fear in his eyes, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "I am willing to sell myself, but not for myself, but to seek medicine for my mother."
"My father is a Juren, and my family has a martial arts heritage. It is by no means an ordinary martial arts family. I am also in good health, with no illness or pain. Although life in this ice field is difficult, there is no need to sacrifice my life."
"It's just that my mother's lungs are injured and she needs lung medicine for treatment."
"May I ask, sir, can you give me some medicine?"
"I'm worth the price."
Hearing this, the lead rider's smile faded. He narrowed his one eye and looked An Jing up and down. Then he suddenly moved his horse forward, pounced forward, and landed beside An Jing.
The huge northwest war horse is like a chariot of flesh and blood. It jumps down lightly and causes the ground to tremble slightly. Even if they know that they will not be hit, when such a giant beast gallops towards them, most people will inevitably dodge. action.
But An Jing still maintained his previous saluting posture, his eyelids did not even twitch, and his expression did not change at all.
"good."
The one-eyed rider shouted: "If you practice martial arts without practicing courage, you will be completely ruined in battle. You said you had practiced martial arts. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do."
He showed a cheerful smile: "You are indeed special, but are you worth the price..."
The one-eyed rider exchanged glances with the white-clothed bachelor. The bachelor joked, "It's almost the same as you did back then," and then disappeared.
An Jing's eyes narrowed slightly at this moment - he actually couldn't see clearly the movements of the bachelor in white!
The one-eyed leader also dismounted.
He was tall and majestic, like an iron tower. He was so full of blood that the flying snow that fell on him could melt in an instant, and his walking steps were even heavier.
If you didn't know that he was a human and just felt the pace, it would be like a bison pacing on the plateau.
The smell of blood on the one-eyed leader was even stronger than that of the horse bandit leader who had been plundering in the wilderness all year round. He looked at An Jing, looked at it carefully for a while, and smiled with satisfaction: "Although he is thin, he is The foundation is really good, no wonder I have the confidence..."
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, grabbed An Jing's arm, and pressed hard to confirm the quality of flesh, blood and bones.
"Good bones!" He praised, and the one-eyed leader even felt like he was kneading a piece of refined iron stone or ice that had been frozen for thousands of years: "The bones are solid and the marrow is strong, and the length is appropriate. Good, good, at least a few It’s a rare sight in ten years…”
During this process, in addition to the pain, An Jing felt an invisible energy force coming out of his body with his hands, hitting the large points all over his body, causing many sensations of soreness, numbness, pain and itching.
He was expressionless, enduring silently, thinking slightly in his heart.
This is not an ordinary method, but a warrior method where the inner breath is like a river, and the inner breath can flow out of the body!
With this surging inner breath, no matter what you think, the other party is also at the level of 'inner breath is like a tide'!
At this moment, the bachelor in white appeared again. He nodded slightly to the one-eyed leader. The tall man retracted his hand, took a deep look at An Jing, and got on his horse.
"You are indeed worthy." He said to An Jing on the horse, "This is yours."
At this moment, on the other side, under the arrangement of the white-clothed bachelor and the doctor, various medicinal materials and food were piled up in a large box, and then they were carried to Anjing's side.
"These medicinal materials and food are enough to cure all of your mother's injuries and deficiencies, and give you a full meal."
The one-eyed leader said: "Pick it up and give it to your mother."
"Then come back."
He had no unnecessary words. Because both he and An Jing knew the consequences of one party not keeping its promise.
An Jing glanced at the box, which was about the same size as his own body and weighed at least over a hundred kilograms. He knew that he was very lucky. For some reason, this one-eyed rider was very generous and thought highly of himself.
The food and medicine in the box are enough to buy ten lives in this frost-ravaged Beizhou.
But An Jing didn't hesitate, leaned over and grabbed the handle of the box, lifted it up in one breath and carried it on his shoulders.
"Thank you, sir."
Although his breathing was a little heavy, An Jing could still speak. After he finished speaking, he shouldered the box, turned around, and strode towards the shed where he and his mother lived.
(End of chapter)