Risking their lives for money?

As soon as the words left Jiang Xia's mouth, she was frightened by her own bold statement. Realizing it was inappropriate, she quickly explained, "Let me help you treat your wounds. Take off your clothes, and let me have a look."

With that, she rushed to the dressing table, rummaged for cotton and gauze, and the Yunnan Baiyao.

Zhou Chenglei used to get injured frequently, so he had a habit of keeping wound medicine on hand. Jiang Xia knew where it was kept.

Even in the dim light, Zhou Chenglei could see her flushed face. He reached out to take the medicine from her, "Give it to me, I can do it myself."

Jiang Xia didn't give it to him, instead, she put on a stern face to appear serious, "How are you going to reach the wound on your back? Sit still, and quickly take off your clothes."

"..."

Zhou Chenglei glanced at her face, which was trying to appear calm, and obediently sat down. He grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulled it up, taking it off.

Jiang Xia immediately saw his abdominal muscles, not overly exaggerated, but with distinct lines, just right.

This man was blessed with a handsome face and a perfect figure.

She took a cotton ball and carefully wiped away the excess blood from his arm.

Zhou Chenglei lowered his eyes to look at her.

In the dim light, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, very delicate, very beautiful, and her movements were very gentle. Zhou Chenglei couldn't help but stare in a daze.

The cotton ball gently wiped his arm, Jiang Xia's expression was solemn, and her brow furrowed slightly, "This wound is a bit deep."

Zhou Chenglei snapped back to reality and glanced at the wound, not caring much, "It's a small injury, it'll be fine in a couple of days, don't worry."

Jiang Xia dried the blood, then picked up the Yunnan Baiyao powder, motioning for him to raise his arm, and sprinkled the powder on the wound. Then, she wrapped a thin layer of gauze around it, which would both hold the powder in place and allow the wound to breathe, helping it heal faster.

"It's best to keep it dry these next few days, to avoid infection."

Zhou Chenglei saw her skilled bandaging technique, raised his eyebrows slightly, and responded softly, "Okay."

After treating the wound on his arm, Jiang Xia looked at his back. The wounds on his back were not deep, just slight scratches, so it was fine even without medicine.

However, his back had many scars, shocking to the eye. The book said that he had been on the battlefield, participated in several battles, and made many contributions, surviving near-death experiences. She couldn't help but ask, "Were the scars on your back left on the battlefield?"

"Yes."

"You must have been seriously injured at the time?" Jiang Xia looked at the scars, unable to imagine how he had survived.

"It was alright, I didn't die."

Actually, he almost died, but what did it matter to be injured as long as they could win the battle? It was worth it even if he died.

Zhou Chenglei turned his head to look at her, seeing her brow furrowed tightly. He stood up, went to the closet, took out a shirt, and put it on, covering the hideous scars on his back, "Did I scare you? Is it ugly?"

Jiang Xia came back to her senses, shook her head, and admired, "It's not ugly, these are all the medals of you lovely people, medals that never fade, they're very beautiful."

Zhou Chenglei paused in his buttoning, a strange feeling of palpitation flashed through his heart. He glanced out the window, "It's still early before dawn, you continue to sleep for a while."

Zhou Chenglei put on his clothes, then took a pair of pants from the closet, planning to go to the next room to change.

Jiang Xia saw him walking out, "Where are you going?"

"To change pants."

Jiang Xia: "..."

She shouldn't have asked.

It was almost dawn, and there was a storm outside, and the power was out, so there was nothing to do. Jiang Xia went back to bed and fell asleep quickly, not waking up until dawn.

The wind was still blowing and the rain was still falling outside.

Zhou Chenglei was not in the room.

Jiang Xia changed her clothes and went out, finding him planing wood in the corner of the hall.

He had already planed several pieces, and there was still one being planed. Jiang Xia saw that the pieces of wood were planed quite smoothly.

She asked him what he was planing wood for.

Zhou Chenglei: "I'm making a swing under the grape trellis."

He didn't know why, but he thought she would like to have a swing in the yard.

Jiang Xia hadn't expected that he would think of making a swing, and even more so that he would actually do it: "It's pretty good. You know how to make one?"

"Yeah, it's not difficult." Actually, he could also make bamboo chairs and bamboo stools, but he just didn't have the time to do it.

He only thought about making a swing today because the typhoon meant there was nothing else to do.

Father Zhou was splitting bamboo.

In the long hall, the table was moved to one side, and the father and son each occupied a corner, without disturbing each other.

Jiang Xia saw Father Zhou holding a bamboo, splitting an opening in the middle of the bamboo's cross-section, then inserting a small wooden stick into it. Then, he made another opening in the cross-section to form a cross with the previous one, inserted another wooden stick, and with the two wooden sticks forming a cross, he pushed down, and the entire bamboo split into four pieces! Then, he divided these four pieces into eight pieces...

Clean and efficient!

She finally understood where the saying 'splitting bamboo' came from!

Mother Zhou had already prepared breakfast: white porridge with pickled bamboo shoots, and steamed fish with fermented soybeans, which was quite appetizing.

Just carrying the food from outside to inside had soaked Mother Zhou's clothes, so she went to change.

Jiang Xia also got soaked when she went to wash up and came back.

This kind of old house was still very inconvenient, with no toilet and the kitchen outside. The house she would build in the future would definitely have a kitchen that didn't require going out in the rain, and there would also be a bathroom inside.

Now she didn't dare to drink water or eat random things at night, for fear of having to go outside to use the toilet in the middle of the night.

During the typhoon, every household stayed indoors.

Father Zhou was weaving sun-drying mats in the house, Zhou Chenglei was making a swing, and Mother Zhou was weaving fishing nets. There was almost no room to stand in the entire hall.

Jiang Xia thought of the shrimp that would be all over the beach after the typhoon. She went out and found two bamboo rakes, and asked Zhou Chenglei to shave some thin bamboo strips for her. She wanted to improve a shrimp-collecting rake!

The wind outside had lessened a bit, but the rain was still heavy. Once the rain stopped, she would go collect shrimp.

Mother Zhou saw her clumsily weaving the teeth of the bamboo rake with bamboo strips, and she asked curiously, "Xiao Xia, what are you doing?"

Jiang Xia: "I plan to make a beachcombing tool. Mom, don't worry, I'll take these bamboo strips off after I'm done using it, I won't damage the rake."

Mother Zhou had never seen such a bizarre beachcombing tool, and just thought she was idle and had nothing to do, so she ignored her.

The rain fell for a whole day, with the wind sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

When the wind lessened a bit, Zhou Chengxin and Tian Caihua braved the rain to come over. They were worried that the roof tiles would be blown away, and came to see if they needed to take them to live in their new house, and also brought some vegetables.

Tian Caihua saw Jiang Xia fiddling with the bamboo rake and asked curiously, "Xiao Xia, what are you doing?"

"Making a beachcombing tool. I heard there will be a lot of fish and shrimp on the beach after the typhoon. When the time comes, I'll rake it and won't all the fish and shrimp be pushed into a pile? Sister-in-law, do you want to make one?"

Tian Caihua's mouth twitched: "No need! Do you think there will be fish and shrimp all over the ground after the typhoon? And you even need a bamboo rake? There won't be that many, don't waste your energy!"

She didn't know if a pile of fish and shrimp would come with her modified gadget, but a pile of sand definitely would! She had really never seen the world!

Jiang Xia didn't say much, she couldn't directly say that she knew there would be, lest everyone think she was just accidentally right because of ignorance! Of course, she knew that the possibility of shrimp all over the beach after the typhoon was extremely small, but she had also seen similar videos in modern times.

Moreover, she had transmigrated into a book! This typhoon was specially arranged by the author for the female lead to make money, and it was also the typhoon where she started her relationship with the male lead! But Zhou Chengxin and his wife had already gone out, the wind and rain outside were now small, the typhoon had passed, it was just still raining.

Jiang Xia asked Zhou Chenglei: "Is it okay to go to the beach now?"

Tian Caihua looked at her like she was a monster. Go to the beach now? Was she risking her life for money?

Happy Dragon Boat Festival!