80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

I have to admit that these indigenous people are really familiar with this jungle.

Su Nuo and Gu Chenglan ran for so long, and they were only two hours away when they were finally caught back.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the thatched houses in the village look hazy under the rain curtain, with a gloomy feeling of ancient mystery.

Gu Chenglan breathed a sigh of relief, at least Sunuo didn't need to get caught in the rain again.

Several indigenous people carried Gu Chenglan directly to the chief's house.

The chief’s house is the largest and best in the village, but their roof is also the lowest.

There was a strong smell in the room, and the chief’s wives were eating food around a pot.

When the net bag was thrown on the ground, the water splashed all over the floor and made a "click" sound.

The chief seemed to be angry, roared twice, and slammed the scepter in his hand at one of the indigenous people, smashing that person's head.

A few indigenous people came forward with no exception, cut the net bag with a knife, and let Gu Chenglan out.

Gu Chenglan's tied hands and feet were numb.But he wiped the rain off Suno's face for the first time, and brushed her messy hair behind her face.

"Xiao Nuo, Su Xiao Nuo, wake up." Gu Chenglan patted Suno's face lightly, but she didn't respond at all.

"You, moved the gift to God!" the chief asked loudly, while holding the scepter and waving at Gu Chenglan.

Gu Chenglan knew that the so-called "gifts from God" were the corpses in the mezzanine of the roof.He shook his head: "I don't know, it should be another person."

"Isn't he your companion? You did what he did." The chief was very angry, and he felt that the man was quibbling.

"Then your wife's son is the son of everyone in the village?" Gu Chenglan glared at the chief and ignored him.

Su Nuo's situation is really not good, Gu Chenglan turned out the cold medicine and anti-fever medicine in her pocket, stuffed her in her mouth and fed it in.

Then Gu Chenglan took out the compressed towel from the backpack and opened Suno's hair to dry.

"What's that thing?" The chief found that there was only a stiff thing the size of a wild cat's foot, which turned into a large soft towel after opening, and was shocked.

"Here you are." Gu Chenglan took another compressed towel from his backpack and threw it to the chief, but did not forget to exhort: "After opening it, it won't be plugged back. It's just a one-way magic."

"Oh, I get it." The chief squeezed the small stubbornly compressed towel, his expression tangled.

He wanted to open it now, watching the thing turn into a soft ball in his palm.

But I was afraid that this kind of magic that can only be used once would fail, and I wouldn't see it in the future.

"Does this thing still exist?" the chief asked eagerly.

"Yes, but you have to ensure our safety." Gu Chenglan said: "And I didn't move the gift of God, do you understand?"

"Yes, my son can only be my son. What your companions do has nothing to do with you." The chief now knows right from wrong.

But it was because of a compressed towel that he knew so well.

Gu Chenglan breathed a sigh of relief, took out two more compressed towels and threw them over.

They don’t bring much equipment, and they use one compressed towel and throw one away to reduce the burden.

It now seems that if you shouldn't run away, throwing a few compressed towels can solve the problem.