Chapter 323: 323 little bastard

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She picked it up with one hand, “Puppy, where are your parents?”

The little milk dog stretched out its tongue and licked her hand to show friendliness.

“You look so pitiful.” Su Qingyue looked at the little guy, not much bigger than

her own hand, its fur muddled and messy, “Little bastard, you must be too ugly that your family doesn’t want you anymore. Look, you’re even injured now. I’ll tap into my minimal sympathy and treat your wound.”

With that, she threw it back on the ground.

It was already injured and as she tossed it, it fell on the ground, whimpering in protest.

From the herbs in her basket, Su Qingyue picked out two, crushed them into a medicinal paste using a relatively clean stone, and applied it to the puppy’s bleeding leg, and then…

She had nothing to bandage the little fellow with.

“Don’t even think that I would tear my clothes to bandage you like in the TV dramas. That’s too extravagant.” She stared at the little milk dog, “I’m poor, and even though my clothes are worn out, they are still wearable. If it weren’t for the fact that you, a little scruffy thing, are as ugly as me, I wouldn’t have bothered to treat you.”

After some consideration, she used her hair band as a makeshift piece of gauze to wrap up the puppy’s leg.

Having her hair scattered wasn’t the most ideal, so she picked a longer piece of grass, gathered her hair and used the grass stem to tie it up.

Picking up her carrying pole, she continued on her way.

After a few steps, she discovered that the little puppy was actually following her. It looked up at her, its eyes welling up with tears.

“Why’re you looking at me?” She waved her hand, “I’m heading home, if you have a home, go there. If you don’t, go and wander elsewhere. Don’t follow me.”

Hearing this, she walked forward again.

But it continued following her.

In exasperation, she started running, the injured puppy being too slow to keep up with her.

In the blink of an eye, Su Qingyue had left it behind.

After quite a bit of walking, Su Qingyue found some more herbs, which could be mixed with the poison spider juice to treat her facial sores.

Among the herbs she’d previously picked was the ‘Seven-leaf-one-flower’ , which could also be mixed with the poison spider juice to treat her sores. However, exactly enough of it had been used to treat her second brother’s snakebite, leaving none for her own treatment. All that was left were the other common herbs she had dried in the sun.

To have now found a substitute was absolutely fantastic!

With excitement, she picked the herbs.

After picking the herbs, she turned around and was surprised to see the little milk dog by her basket. It must have followed her scent.

She stared, “persistent little thing, do you insist on following me?”

The milk dog couldn’t speak human language, it just looked at her pitifully.

She frowned, “Don’t you realize that I’m having a hard time feeding my own family? Second brother and third brother eat a lot, nearly one jin of rice per person per meal. Their consumption is about three times that of an average person. If we’re talking about the modern type of beauties who eat as little as pecking chicks, ten of them won’t even match one of my brothers. I just can’t afford to feed an extra one of you, so be off.”

The little milk dog limped over to her and rubbed its head against her shabby, unembroidered shoe, even licking her toe that was sticking out of it.

Exasperated, she picked up the puppy, “So, little bastard, do you insist on following me?”

“Woo woo…” The little milk dog let out a friendly whimper..