Slow-paced gaming: I'm serious about stockpiling.

The man untied the rope for Jiang Quhan and went out again. After a while, he came in with a bowl of food and handed it to Jiang Quhan.

The food was piled high, and Jiang Quhan felt hungry in his stomach.

She was not the one to embarrass herself. After confirming that there was no danger, Jiang Quhan took it and ate it.This kind of farm food is still very delicious, with both meat and vegetables.The bowl was full and Jiang Quhan devoured it in no time.

While Jiang Quhan was eating, the man stood aside and watched. When she finished, he took the bowl and took it out. When he came in, he also brought a glass of water.

The water was hot. Jiang Quhan took a sip. There was a strange smell that he couldn't describe. He didn't know if the water quality was not good. Jiang Quhan didn't dare to drink more, so he handed the water over again. The man didn't force him and took it. Hit the water and went out.

Jiang Quhan felt it and found that there was nothing uncomfortable, but she was still a little worried, so she took out another bag of Qingling Salvia and ate it while no one was around.She didn't feel any obvious changes in this bag.

After a while, the man moved two benches and a wide wooden board, and then built a bed next to the bed.He also dug out two quilts from the wooden box and gave one to Jiang Quhan.

The bedding is also very old, it can be seen that it has been used for a long time, but it is washed very clean and has the smell of being exposed to the sun.

While doing this, the man didn't speak. He seemed to know that Jiang Quhan couldn't understand his language.

Being unable to communicate seemed to be a big problem. Jiang Quhan tried to say hello to the man in Mandarin. She just hoped that the Mandarin here was also Mandarin, so that even if she couldn't understand the dialect herself, others should be able to roughly understand what she said.

When the man heard Jiang Quhan's voice, he quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at Jiang Quhan.

Jiang Quhan was not sure whether he understood, so he asked two more questions: "What is your name? Why am I here?"

After waiting for a while, I heard the man's answer. He spoke a long sentence, and even tried to speak in Mandarin. Jiang Quhan only understood a few interspersed words.Jiang Quhan thought for a while and tried to understand. The man probably meant that she was his wife. His name should be something like Muzhuang Mugen. He used the first word in Mandarin and the last word in Mandarin. Dialect again.

"I don't remember, so why am I tied up?"

There was another long silence, and then the man babbled a longer and longer sentence.

Great, I didn’t understand a word this time.

Jiang Quhan suspected that the man didn't understand what she said later.

This kind of chicken-and-duck talk was so uncomfortable that Jiang Quhan simply gave up communicating, pulled the quilt over himself and slept, waiting until dawn tomorrow to find out more about the situation.

The man waited for a while and saw that Jiang Quhan didn't speak anymore, so he lay down on the bare wooden board and fell asleep.

It was slightly brighter the next day, and Jiang Quhan was woken up by a rustling sound. She opened her hazy eyes and saw clearly that it was a man moving a wooden board. He moved very lightly, and he moved very lightly, without thinking about it. There was a big movement, for fear of waking up Jiang Quhan.

"Mugen?" Jiang Quhan called out. She wasn't sure if she was calling him right, but she always had to have a name.

Mugen stopped and saw that Jiang Quhan had woken up. He gestured and said, guessing that he meant to let Jiang Quhan sleep for a while longer.

Jiang Quhan shook his head and got up.

She is still confused about this game world. She has no memory of the original person and no relevant hints.