High-class Spring Joy

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The child looked only a few years old, but his clothes were of the highest quality, with exquisite workmanship and expensive fabric. Although she had never seen them before, just by looking at them and touching them, she knew that they were not cheap fabrics.

She must be a child from a wealthy family, so she probably hasn't suffered much hardship. Plus, she's so young. If she were to try to pry open this animal trap, not to mention whether she could, it would definitely not be an easy task.

In such places, where ice and snow reign and the weather is cold year-round, there are few people and few wild animals living in such an environment. However, any wild animals that do survive must be extremely strong, several times stronger than wild animals found in ordinary places, and their wildness is even more difficult to tame.

Because wild animals are fierce, the hunters in such places are usually the most skilled. The animal traps used by these hunters are definitely different from those used in other places. To catch the fiercest wild animals, the traps must be stronger and more difficult to open.

Qinghe could barely break open the animal trap at Xiangguo Temple before, but it would be difficult for her to break open this one with her own strength in one go.

During this process, if Qinghe cannot open the clamp, she must first hold onto the clamp and then release it. The clamp's loosening and tightening will cause secondary damage to the child. Even a skilled adult cannot withstand the pain, so how can this child withstand it?

Looking at the child's dying state, Qinghe frantically tried to think of a solution. It was probably impossible to pry the child open now, and even if she did, who knew what state the child would be in.

Qinghe forced herself to calm down, looking at the sea of ​​red before her eyes, a red that was glaring and made her uneasy, but the pale white that peeked through the crimson was even more unsettling.

Qinghe swallowed nervously. Logically speaking, the only way to open a trap like this isn't necessarily to break free directly, because there should be other ways to prevent someone from accidentally stepping on it, or to prevent herself from accidentally stepping on it.

Qinghe's gaze swept over the animal trap from top to bottom, scrutinizing every detail.

The animal trap consists of two semi-circular iron rings and an iron rod. The iron rod passes through the two iron rings, and the hole left by the straight edge controls the two together. Then, two smaller iron rods are used to control the trap.

As soon as someone steps on it, kicking away the two small iron rods supporting the iron rings, the two iron rings with wolf teeth-like shapes will bite down and embed themselves into the person's flesh.

Qinghe's gaze finally fell on the iron pole between the two iron rings.

The most crucial part of this entire structure is this small, thin iron rod. After passing through the two rings, this small iron rod is controlled by two tiny iron plates to prevent the two iron rings from slipping off the iron rod.

Qinghe suddenly thought of something.

Since that's the case, she has to figure out a way to use this iron pole.

As long as this piece of iron is dealt with...

Qinghe remained silent for a moment, then decisively touched her head and finally found the only remaining silver hairpin.

Qinghe clutched the silver hairpin tightly in her hand. Thank goodness, after all the turmoil she had experienced—falling into a bloody pit, then tumbling through a snowdrift, and finally running frantically out of there—she was still able to find a hairpin on her head.

Qinghe didn't hesitate and directly used the hairpin to pry open the iron plate that was blocking the iron rod.

Sure enough, the iron piece wasn't so easy to pry open. Qinghe carefully picked at it for a while and found that the iron piece quickly bounced back after being pried open.

The increasingly faint cries of the children beside her made Qinghe Hall anxious, but she knew that being anxious in this situation was useless.

The worse the child's condition got, the calmer Qinghe had to force herself to remain.

Qinghe used all her strength to flick the iron piece with the silver hairpin. Just as the iron piece was about to bounce back, Qinghe forcefully stopped it with her hand. The force of the iron piece rebounding was so great that it scratched Qinghe's hand, leaving a deep mark.

But the green shoots didn't fall.

He forcefully blocked the iron plate with his own hand. Although it was only for a moment, that moment was enough. After the iron plate was no longer blocking it, the iron rod suddenly sprang out from the center of the hole in the iron ring!

The animal trap immediately broke into two iron rings and an iron bar. After they fell to the ground, the two iron rings with wolf teeth-like patterns trembled twice from the child's ankles before falling down.

At this moment, the child let out a shrill scream, much louder than before, but after the scream, there was no other sound. His eyes closed, and he became completely still.

Qinghe immediately rushed over and hugged him. The child was no longer moving, so Qinghe could only reach out to check his breath. When she found that he was still breathing, Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

Qinghe pulled the child out of the pit and found a cave at the foot of the nearby mountain. The most important thing now is to treat the child's wounds, otherwise he might not survive if it gets infected.

But where can we find water in this freezing cold? Without water, how can we clean the wound, and even if we do clean it, how can we treat it?

Qinghe looked at the pale-faced child in front of her, remained silent for a moment, and carefully examined the cave thoroughly. Her gaze finally settled on the pure white snow outside the cave entrance.

Water may be hard to find in this place, but things like snow are extremely easy to find; in the end, it's everywhere.

As for how to treat the child's wound, Qinghe thought for a moment, then pretended to take off her cotton-padded coat. If she remembered correctly, the coat had a pocket with a tear in it, and the pocket was made of leather. Salt was also placed inside, originally for warmth. Some salt had been put in when roasting the rabbit, but the tender salt wouldn't be used up.

The farmer's eldest son was a hunter who often went hunting. Each time he went out, it would take him several days to return. So the cotton-padded coat was specially prepared for him. When he stayed in the wild for a long time, his biggest worry was naturally about food, drink and sleep.

As long as the cotton-padded coat is thick and warm enough, it can basically guarantee sleep. However, as a hunter who needs to use his own physical strength to hunt, it is impossible to eat wild fruits in the mountains to fill his stomach every day. It is possible to eat one or two meals occasionally to relieve the immediate need, but it is impossible to eat only fruits. He would probably run out of strength in less than half a day.

So the salt in that bag served two purposes: first, to make the meat palatable when hunting, and second, to keep warm. And that leather bag had many uses.

Qinghe was extremely grateful at this moment. She had spent a lot of money to buy the two cotton-padded coats from the farmers back then, and at this moment, Qinghe really couldn't think of any other better way.

Although the leather pockets of the cotton-padded coat next to her had been removed, it was still wearable, so Qinghe put it on first.

Qinghe went outside and fetched some snow, stuffing it full into the leather bag. Then she opened her clothes and put the leather bag containing a bag of blood into her chest.

Although the leather bag provided some insulation, the sudden insertion of a whole bag of blood into her chest made Qinghe's face contort with cold, and she couldn't help but shiver all over.

Qinghe didn't know how long it would take for the bag of snow to melt into water. All she knew was that she was getting colder and colder. Fortunately, she still had some warmth on her body, but her chest was ice cold.

Fortunately, Qinghe could still feel the blood inside the leather pouch on her chest melting little by little, and the originally bulging leather pouch gradually deflated.

After an unknown amount of time, Qinghe was so cold that she seemed unable to move. Her hands and feet were frozen stiff, and she used half of her body heat to warm the bag of snow water.

Qinghe was so cold that she could barely open her eyes, and tiny snowflakes were floating on her eyebrows. But as her body swayed, the leather pouch on her chest also swayed, clearly indicating that there was liquid inside.

Qinghe noticed the change in the shape of the leather pouch and instantly woke up. She struggled to get up, almost falling to the ground. A sharp pain shot through her stomach, like a spasm, but Qinghe couldn't describe what kind of pain it was.

"child…"

Qinghe reached out and touched her belly. She was three months pregnant now, and her lower abdomen was no longer flat but slightly protruding. It wasn't very noticeable when she was wearing clothes, but Qinghe could still feel the change.

Qinghe's hands were very cold, but when she placed them on her stomach, she had countless things she wanted to say. For some reason, the cramping pain in her stomach gradually disappeared.

Qinghe noticed this change, and her eyes revealed even more reluctance and self-blame.

child…

And I know what kind of dangerous situation she is in, so I try not to cause her any trouble, right?

Her child will definitely be an extremely sensible and good child in the future.

As Qinghe sighed, she realized there wasn't much time left. She looked up and saw that the blood on the child's body had already formed a congealed scab.

Qinghe put the salt into the leather bag, pinched the bag opening tightly, and shook it incessantly, hoping that the salt would dissolve in the water as soon as possible. The water was actually not very warm, just melted snow.

After shaking it for a while, Qinghe also found that the salt had not completely melted, and she could even see tiny, reflective salt particles.

Qinghe looked at the child's increasingly pale face, gritted her teeth, and put the bag aside. She then picked up a pile of snow from outside and used it to wash her hands clean, several times, even though the snow had made her hands unbearably cold.

After making sure her hands were clean, Qinghe put them into the bag and shook it to stir. The water was not very warm, and Qinghe shivered as soon as she put her hands in.

After finally dissolving such a large handful of salt in the water, Qinghe didn't have time to care about her hands or body. Holding the hard-won salt water, she carefully cleaned the child's curled-up wounds.

Qinghe was even relieved that the child had already fainted; otherwise, if the salt water had been applied to the wound, it might have caused him to faint from the pain.

After cleaning the wound on his ankle, he didn't hesitate to tear a long strip of cloth from his own clothes and forcefully bandage the child's wound.

There was still a little blood oozing out, but it was much better than before, and the bleeding stopped after a while.

Qinghe checked the child's breathing again and found that it seemed a little more stable than before. Only then did Qinghe seem to relax, sighed several times, and slumped to the ground.

finally…

She didn't know if it would work, but in this situation, these were the only methods she could come up with.

After resting for a while, Qinghe felt her body warm up a bit, so she wrapped her clothes tighter and went out to find some firewood.

It's true that you can find some firewood in places like this, but it's a slow process and takes a lot of time. Qinghe couldn't afford to waste time looking for firewood since the child's life was hanging by a thread.

After all, what if we really can't find it?

Qinghe didn't dare to go too far outside, fearing that something might happen to the child again. She searched around the cave several times before finally finding a small bundle of firewood. Qinghe had previously lit a fire in the kitchen and had seen how the cooks started a fire when there was no fire.

Qinghe took two pieces of firewood and tried to start a fire by rubbing them together.

After working hard for a long time, Qinghe finally got the fire going. The moment the flames started burning, the temperature in the entire cave was slightly affected.

There must be warmth to keep the child's body temperature up; otherwise, the cold alone would kill him.

Especially in places like this, the temperature is even lower and colder at night than during the day.

After Qinghe lit that small fire, she dared to go further away to look for more firewood and found another half bundle.

into the night.

The howling wind was even stronger than during the day.

After an unknown amount of time, the child finally stirred and opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes and saw a very pale but beautiful face, looking at her with great surprise:

"You're finally awake?! That's great!"

Qinghe was naturally happy to have saved a little one with her own hands.

The child's little face was still scrunched up in pain, but when he saw Qinghe, he endured the pain and said, "Did you save me?"

Qinghe nodded, looking at the child's pretentious face: "Where do you live? Whose child are you? If it's not far from here, I can take you home."

"No need, I can walk by myself."

The child struggled to stand up, but before he could even stand, he collapsed back onto the ground due to exhaustion.

Looking at his stubborn, childlike demeanor, Qinghe shook her head helplessly: "Your leg injury is very serious. There's no medicine here to treat your leg, so we have to find a place. Otherwise, I don't know if you can even save your leg, let alone walk."