Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 473 The Retirement Life of a Down-on-His-Luck Tycoon 10

Another bright sunrise.

Wale stood outside the shed waiting for Xia Youmi's signal. Through a straw curtain, he could occasionally hear some extremely aggrieved cries of pain, but that did not mean he was allowed to go in.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the pungent aroma of wild ginger wafted in the wind.

There was also a smooth stone weighing down inside the pot, only the size of a palm. It was from the "arsenal" that Xia Youmi had previously processed and stored in the driest place.

Back then,

Xia Youmi explained its uses. She said that it could be boiled to replace hand warmers when one's stomach is upset, and it would definitely be useful in winter, so they could collect it whenever they came across it.

If Xia Youmi hadn't been instructed to place her hands on her abdomen instead of a heater, and given her few murmured words, it's possible that Waler wouldn't have figured out which stone to look for.

Inside the shed,

Xia Youmi unloaded the overloaded ash tape. It wasn't actually very tight; she just used soft fiber rope to lift the four corners on both sides and then tied a slipknot around her waist.

If it weren't for the intense cramping pain in her lower back and abdomen, she would have dealt with it long ago, instead of just letting it seep downwards in a passive manner.

After taking it off, she tied the rope around the middle and turned it upside down over the straw mat.

She picked up the vest that had been sterilized and heated by Valer and wiped it on her neck and face. She didn't intend to be any more reckless.

Now that we've taken action, let's go all out.

Xia Youmi picked up another cloth strip wrapped in new gray fabric, which was actually right next to her, and shakily put it on from the bottom up.

The knot wasn't tied properly; she didn't have the strength.

Just as Xia Youmi was about to pull up her trousers, she heard a sound coming from outside the awning.

"You can't wear wet clothes anymore. Here, put this on first." Valer heard the movement, turned his back, and handed the trench coat he had just retrieved to the outside of the curtain.

At this moment, Nian Nian has been helping to keep an eye on everything.

Valer's movements and trajectory showed no problems.

"Um......"

A low response came from inside the shed, and Valer threw his trench coat through the straw curtain.

The air is filled with a dry, fresh fragrance. In addition to the sunshine, what's even more familiar is the "laundry ball" made from soapberry extract and seashell ash, mixed with water boiled with wild orange peel. After washing clothes, it leaves a reassuring scent.

It was like a sudden cleansing of the nose for someone who was carsick; Xia Youmi couldn't resist it.

She knew that delaying would not do her any good, and Valer's clothes were long, so when she put them on, only a small section of her ankle was exposed.

"cough."

"I'll take the vest to set the stones first." Having received permission, Valer didn't bother to notice who was embarrassed and briskly moved on to the next step.

"Hmm." Xia Youmi, who was hiding her head in her trench coat, made a muffled sound from below.

She felt a little dry, but the second wave of excruciating pain from the intense activity was hitting her, and she curled up in a ball.

Outside the shed,

The vest, now damp with sweat, was tossed back into the stone pot.

When resources were plentiful, they built stone pots with different functions, one of which was specifically for disinfecting clothes.

While waiting,

Waler had already relit all the fires and filled the corresponding pots and pans with water.

After the vest was taken out of the water, it was wrung out and briefly dried. Meanwhile, Waler had taken out all of Xia Youmi's clothes and gray belt.

She picked out the school uniform jackets that weren't too wet, wrapped them around her vest and stones that had been boiled in ginger water, and took them to her awning.

"Thank you."

With layers of wrapping, the stone wasn't so hot, but the temperature was enough to heal.

While she was away, Valer was busy cooking porridge with mashed dried taro and coconut water to replenish her sugar levels.

They washed Xia Youmi's clothes all at once and dried them as much as possible before the sun got too high in the sky.

In addition,

He took the gray ribbon with him and washed it.

I initially thought of just throwing it away, but that foolish idea only lingered for two seconds.

On an inconvenient island, would Xia Youmi only use the clothes she makes once?

Although Valer didn't have a specific idea, he could roughly deduce that two were probably not enough. He could tell from the fact that he found a basin of dried ash that matched the shape and smell of the stuffing in the cloth bag. It was very likely that she had planned to make a second batch, but suddenly collapsed before she could.

He was right.

When Xia Youmi was looking for materials and fabrics, she didn't just plan to make two; in the most minimalist case, she had to prepare three.

One is used, one is cleaned, and one is kept as a backup.

But after repeated experiments, once she determined the appropriate amount, the ash she had prepared earlier had become damp after she filled the clothing straps.

This needs to be prepared for continuously.

She immediately prepared more dried ash and twisted hemp rope, but before she could cut and disinfect the clothes, it arrived late.

After hanging everything out to dry, Valer glanced at Xia Youmi and found that she had already fallen asleep. Her furrowed brows had been smoothed out, but the stench of blood throughout the room could not be ignored.

They are somewhat similar in their love of cleanliness.

I can accept working covered in mud, but I must clean myself before eating and sleeping. I can tolerate it when it's inconvenient, but only for a short time when there is sweat residue; my hands and body must eventually be clean.

Therefore,

It's absolutely obvious that Xia Youmi isn't faking the pain. You can tell from how often she's been holding her back and how her strength isn't at its peak that this ordeal was foreshadowed.

just,

Even the parties involved did not expect it to happen in such a sneak attack.

Valer looked into the depths of the jungle in the center of the island, not too disappointed that today's plans had been put on hold.

However, their prey might not wait for them.

In the afternoon,

After taking care of the trivial matters, Valer went to check on Xia Youmi's condition as usual. If she was still not awake, he would have to prepare another pot of porridge.

"Big brother." Xia Youmi's posture was strange, obviously the rest had made her less disheveled.

"Drink water, eat something."

"it is good."

Xia Youmi seemed at a loss, having not refused Waler's arrangement.

She slowly drifted off to sleep, perhaps aided by the heat of the hot stones, or perhaps by the warmth of the daytime and the drier climate.

But as soon as I woke up and got up slightly, I felt a surging flow of blood, which was desperately flowing down my body as if I were about to run out of blood.

It's both funny and frustrating; I hope to finish quickly and recover soon. But I'm also afraid that this unprecedented experience might hold hidden dangers.

Anyway,

Despite her sun-kissed, honey-colored skin, Valer and she still noticed an unnatural paleness.

After drinking the warm taro and coconut porridge, Xia Youmi continued to drink warm water. She was still thinking about what foods could replenish her blood and how to obtain them when she heard Waler ask her what she needed.

Xia Youmi looked at the spot where the used ash tape had been placed, wanting Valer to bring the tape over so she could grit her teeth and sew two more.

"Which one?"

"Ok?"

“Nothing was done,” Valer squeezed out, speaking earnestly.

"Oh! You washed me?"

"Can't I wash it?"

"No, no!"

Xia Youmi was startled, and tears welled up in her eyes quickly.

"I'm sorry, brother."

"Tch—" Waler said dismissively, "What's so special about that?"

It seems that Xia Youmi considers it an offense if he minds.

"I miss my brother."

Without any apparent reason, Xia Youmi suddenly mentioned missing Buli.

Their thoughts were drawn to what the young man had once said: "My sister, I raised her single-handedly! I washed her/you's diapers every day when she was little! My classmates either called me a silly kid or a shit kid! Hmph! They must be jealous that I have a sister, that's why they're deliberately making fun of me! I smell nice after holding my sister for a long time!"

Valer moved his lips, but still didn't say something as disgusting as "I see you as my brother."

He understood that there was no need to comfort Bry on his behalf at this moment.

She is strong; just provide the necessary support.

Giving too much won't truly turn them into blood relatives, and you won't receive the same joy and satisfaction as Buli.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Xia Youmi looked at Waler and said softly, "Brother, could you bring me the dried ashes?"

"do what."

"I want to make some more, that's not enough."

"Which piece of fabric should we use?" Valle thought of her short-sleeved school uniform with no room to cut it.

He said this because he intended to help with the initial disinfection process of the fabric.

Xia Youmi estimated that the only thing she could actually use was the same short-sleeved shirt; long-sleeved shirts and trousers were not an option for the time being.

“Use this!” Valer picked up the hot stone that he had put aside while eating, peeled off the layers of cloth to reveal the nearly dried vest underneath, lifted it up, and then gestured to Xia Youmi to cut out the hem, so that at least two more gray stripes could be made.

Furthermore, because the vest is long enough, even if it is about 20 centimeters shorter, it does not affect the effectiveness of wearing it.

Even though Waler's clothes were shabby, they would fit Xia Youmi perfectly.

It's much more worthwhile than tearing her school uniform beyond repair.

Now,

That short-sleeved shirt can actually be salvaged.

If the sides are sewn back together, Xia Youmi can still wear it as a fitted garment. But if it's cut again, she won't be able to fit into it.

Xia Youmi did not reject Waler's proposal, but her guilt only intensified.

Just as I was about to tell him to continue with his original schedule in the afternoon and not have to stay at the base, a sharp pain suddenly struck again.

"Hey!"