PFC Chapter 439 It's broken, not good
Chapter 439 It's broken, not good
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She took a small bite, chewed it, and tasted it with the tip of her tongue.
"What does it taste like?" Anjiu put down the spicy strips in his hand, drank water to wash away the spicy taste in his mouth, and wanted to try it too.
"I can't tell," Grandma didn't let her move, "but it should be cooked. Let's eat."
"Okay!" Anjiu added a few pieces of coal into the stove, half-covered the stove, put the rice on it and prepared to eat.
She picked up a new piece of food first.
Well, how do I describe the taste? It's a bit like eating rice in a bamboo tube, soft, tasteless, a very bland kind of fruit.
Grandma said, "If you don't like it, eat something else. It tastes good to me, so keep it for me."
"Although," Anjiu swallowed the food in his mouth, "the taste is average, but it can fill my stomach. I couldn't eat it before."
Just when Anjiu and grandma thought that this thing was not poisonous, they put down their chopsticks and yawned one after another. Suddenly, they felt so sleepy that their eyelids kept fighting each other and their brains were in a fuzzy state and had difficulty working.
They took off their clothes in a daze, lifted the quilt and lay down, closed their eyes and fell asleep in a second.
They slept soundly and were completely unconscious. They didn't even notice someone calling out to them in the corridor the next day.
When it was ten o'clock in the morning, they slowly opened their eyes.
"I had such a good sleep..."
Hearing grandma's drawn-out voice, Anjiu slowly turned his head, closed his eyes - his eyelids seemed to be glued shut for a second - and then opened them.
"Grandma...why are your eyes dark?"
Grandma slowly turned her head, squinted her eyes and stepped back a little, and said, "The circles around your eyes... seem to be black, too."
"Ah...?" Anjiu realized that his speaking speed seemed to be very slow.
She stood up, put on her slippers, and wanted to get a mirror from the washbasin to look at herself. Although she was in a hurry, she thought she walked very fast.
But if she had walked at her usual speed, she would only need two steps to reach such a small house, but now she felt as if she had walked ten meters and still had half the distance left.
——It’s bad, could it be poisoned?
An Jiu's heart skipped a beat and he urged himself to walk faster.
She clearly felt that she was almost flying, but she still heard her grandmother's question in a doubtful tone: "It's such a short distance, do you still need to take a long time to get into the starting position?"
Anjiu: “…”
It seems there is really a problem.
The more she wanted to go faster, the slower she would go. But what if she wanted to walk slowly?
She began to slow down her movements, and the distance between her and the washbasin gradually shortened.
After a moment, she finally got the mirror.
After "slowly" lifting it up, a face with huge dark circles under the eyes appeared in the trembling mirror.
"Show it to me." Grandma stretched out her hand and looked at An Jiu walking back stiffly. "You said my face is black too?"
"Yeah, about the same as me."
Anjiu finally moved back to the bed, and after lying down, he didn't want to get out of bed again.
Mainly walking is too strenuous.
Grandma looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, then lay down beside Anjiu and scratched her eyes, trying to see whether it was the surface that had become darker, or whether the inside of her skin had also become darker?
Although grandma couldn't control the strength of her hands, it did hurt her skin a little.
Finally, grandma breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's just the surface that's black, nothing is wrong inside."
She lay back on the bed, and they both looked up helplessly.
"Poisoned." An Jiu said, "Luckily there wasn't much to eat, otherwise I would have fallen into a deep sleep and wouldn't have woken up."
Grandma regretted, "I should have stopped you from eating it. I'm old, but I'm not afraid. You're still young, and you still have a long way to go in the future!"
It didn't matter if I drank the wine, because apart from a little weakness in my limbs, I didn't feel any other discomfort.
"Maybe it wasn't processed properly. I'll try another way to eat it next time."
Just like konjac, no matter how poisonous it is, it can eventually become a delicacy.
Anjiu firmly believed that this fruit also had a delicious side, but she had not yet found a suitable way to process it.
She turned her head and looked at the half-covered smokeless stove.
Fortunately, not much coal was added last night, otherwise, given their state last night, they would have fallen asleep without any consciousness.
Anjiu didn't let his grandmother get up. He put on his slippers and rushed to the stove, skillfully placing firewood and starting the fire.
At this time, a staff member shouted from outside the door: "Is there anyone who can get up? If anyone can get up, please make a sound!"
She and her grandmother then slowly remembered that it was already the next day and they were supposed to go outside to pick fruit.
"Don't worry," An Jiu maintained a trace of calmness, "We can't even get out of bed because we ate so little. I guess others are still asleep now, otherwise there's no need to ask."
They had enough food. They only ate five or six small ones yesterday, and mixed them with a lot of other foods. Compared with other people who were short of supplies, the amount of toxins they ingested was relatively small.
Others will only be worse than them.
As expected, neither of them heard any response from Ding Lu.
Unfortunately, they are unable to go out now, let alone go to see how their old sisters are doing.
"It shouldn't be a big deal," Anjiu comforted the grandmother, "If there really is a problem, there's no need for the staff to come and shout. They're probably still sleeping."
And maybe no one got up.
The staff in the corridor waited for a moment and then shouted, "Today's outing is cancelled. Everyone, have a good rest and don't worry too much. All symptoms will gradually improve in a day at most..."
His repetitive voice gradually faded away. Anjiu took out biscuits and dried meat from the space and filled his stomach with his grandmother first.
Except for getting out of bed every now and then to add some coal, she and her grandmother slept and woke up.
It wasn't until the afternoon that the skin around the eyes began to fade away.
Anjiu kept raising his fingers and found that the commands from his brain were about to be synchronized with his body movements.
"A whole day has been wasted like this." Grandma complained, "It's like we dug two less bags."
She and Anjiu supported each other and walked out the door like two people with unsteady legs, stumbling with every step.
They went to see A Ling first, and it was the two children who opened the door.
The children's eyes looked red and swollen, not because of poisoning, but because of crying.
Aling was lying on the bed with dark circles under her eyes. When she saw someone coming, she slowly sat up and chatted with her grandmother for a while.
It turned out that A Ling was cautious and did not dare to give the fruit to the child. She ate one herself first to test the poison, and she really fell down.
The two children were frightened, and their first reaction was to look for Anjiu. However, Anjiu and their grandmother were also unconscious in sleep, so how could they hear any noise from the outside world?
Seeing that the door was not opened, they wiped their tears and ran to ask other grandmothers for help, but no one responded.
Now they were completely panicked. They ran home crying and shouting, shaking their mother and yelling, "Mom, wake up!" They were scared.
Fortunately, by chance, they discovered that their mother was still breathing and her body was warm.
Because he was young and had gone through so much trouble, he was tired and scared, so he curled up next to A Ling and fell asleep. He was awakened by shouting outside in the morning.