Several soldiers who followed laughed and walked away amidst laughter.
Seeing that the soldiers finally walked away, I angrily returned to the yard. At this time, I saw my mother sitting silently in front of the hall and crying. My mother must have heard clearly what the soldiers said just now.
"Mom, don't be sad. These remnants of old China will be buried sooner or later." I said firmly in the yard.
"Son, from now on, we will not save this country. If the Qing Dynasty is going to perish, then it will perish. Let these beasts be buried with the Qing Dynasty!" said the mother.
In the end, these soldiers did not find any suspicious persons in the county town. Instead, they collected a lot of silver coins. Their pockets were all heavy, and then they ran to the city to enjoy themselves.
This blatant oppression and life-and-death humiliation made me realize more and more the importance and urgency of force. If I were not a poor student with no means, and if I had a certain amount of power, I am afraid they would not dare to treat me like this.
After thinking about it for a long time, I finally gave up on this idea, because what happened to Bai Lang's family is also an example. Bai Bai Lang's family has been in business for generations and is a well-known wealthy businessman. Their family's power cannot be said to be insignificant, and their family's power in the city cannot be said to be small. To put it bluntly, such a powerful family is still encountering difficulties. It can be seen that in this world of old China, no external conditions will work, and only force will really work.
In the next few days, while taking care of Master's daily life, I secretly searched for the market for some medicine. In this chaotic era, it is not uncommon to find wound medicine on the market, and even some ordinary households in the countryside will store some of these things. After all, it is a time of war and chaos, and no one is stupid.
However, from the perspective of a 21st century soul, these medicines may not be up to standard. Including the two bottles of wound medicine hoarded at home, if you open it and take a closer look, you will find a pile of feudal cultural powder full of unknown and mysterious colors. Whether these powders work or not, to use a famous saying: If you believe it, it will work. If you don’t believe it, you don’t know whether it will work.
I still hope that my master will teach me some real skills. The first master can't just be confused and let these mysterious powders with unknown effects be delayed, right? If something goes wrong, everything will be lost.
How to do it? How about taking matters into your own hands and using your soul blessed by the wisdom of the 21st century to get some aspirin yourself? More penicillin?
But in the nine years of compulsory education, no one taught us how to produce aspirin or penicillin? How to synthesize this thing? I know nothing about it.
This situation is really difficult. If I had known that I would be in this situation, I would have learned some pharmacological knowledge in advance.
When I was worried, I suddenly thought of Sai Huatuo. I wonder if Saihua Tuo has any better medicine for injuries. However, I am not familiar with Saihua Tuo after all, so I don’t know whether he can be trusted or not.
After thinking about it, I walked to the kitchen and picked up a kitchen knife. I picked up the kitchen knife and lightly slashed it against my fingertips. A red line silently flowed out from my fingertips.
Fingers connected to the heart, it’s really not just talk. There is an injury on the belly of this finger. Although it is not life-threatening, it really hurts. However, compared to my master's injuries, my injuries are so small that they are not worth mentioning.
I endured the pain and ran all the way to Saihua Tuo's cabinet.
"Is the miraculous doctor Saihua Tuo here?" I shouted several times in the lobby.
Immediately a young man walked out of the back hall: "Hey, isn't this Brother Shan? Is your injury healed? Why are you here again today?"
I took a closer look and found out that this was Sai Huatuo's young apprentice and a young man from the county town. His surname was also Li. Everyone calls him Li Saner.
"San'er, show me to my brother quickly. I just healed my head, but I cut my hand again when I turned around. Come and see, how can I cure this?"
Li San'er held my arm, turned around, and then said, "You're fine. Just put some medicine on it. It's winter now, so it's not easy to get pus. But you must not get wet anymore. Do you know?"
Next, Li Saner took out a small bottle, then used a bamboo skewer to pick out some white paste, smeared it on my fingers, and then wrapped it with a layer of fine cloth.
Li San'er said: "Brother Shan, you've done this, you're fine."
Watching Li San bandage himself, I felt anxious, but the key couldn't be revealed yet.
Me: "San'er, you have good medical skills. Okay, please give me some spare ointment. If there is any better one, I will apply it twice more."
Li San'er smiled and said: "Okay, I'll take a porcelain bottle and give it three times. It's not that I can't give you a little more. The key is that the adults in the city have spoken. If you see anyone who buys more gold sore medicine, you must buy it." Report it. Brother Shan, your finger is scratched. A little medicine is enough. We must not get into that trouble. If it still doesn't work out later, you can come back to me. Okay..." He said, At the same time, he took out a slightly smaller porcelain bottle, picked out some of the medicine from the big bottle, and put it into the small bottle. "Brother Shan, here you go."
I calmly took the medicine bottle handed over by Li San: "Okay, thank you San'er. If it's still not better, I'll come back to you."
I carried the medicine bottle in my arms and went all the way back home. When I got to the courtyard and looked at the sun, I saw that there wasn't much medicine in the bottle, but if it was just a thin layer applied on the wound, it should probably be enough for Master. once.
I carefully put away the porcelain vase, took some food, and headed to the woods in the west of the county.
I changed the medicine for Master that day. From the perspective of a soul blessed by the civilization of the 21st century, Master Li Tianji's wound was neither swollen nor pus, and had a bloody scab nailed on it. I didn't expect that Master, an old man in his sixties, could have such good recovery ability. It's really rare.
His old man's wound will probably be fine after a while of recovery.
Fortunately, it is winter and there are fewer bacteria in the cold weather, so the risk of suppuration is greatly reduced, and it will definitely get better later.
After leaving the temple gate, I saw Xiao Hai coming over carrying a small schoolbag. This is a meal for Master.
"Brother Shan, Brother Shan, do you know something big happened in the city?" As soon as he saw Shan Feng, Xiao Hai started chatting.
"What's going on? Xiaohai, what's going on in the city? Is Sun Chuanhu dead, or are the spearmen scattered?" I said jokingly.
Xiaohai looked at me in surprise: "Oh, Brother Shan, your guess is really accurate. Although Sun Chuanhu is not dead, he is almost gone. Although the big gunmen in the city are not dispersed, they are about to disperse."
"Really or not? What's going on? Tell your brother quickly."
Xiaohai looked around, then said to me mysteriously: "It was the third brother from the drug store who secretly told me just now, saying that a hero went to the city to assassinate the commander seven days ago."
Assassination of the Marshal? My heart skipped a beat.
"Is this really true? Xiaohai, don't talk nonsense."
Xiao Hai said anxiously: "I really didn't lie this time, it's absolutely true. It was said that one of Sun Chuanhu's arms was chopped off. Sai Huatuo showed that arm, and it was said that it was really a bloody arm, and it was still frozen. The handsome Jiuyi insisted that Sai Hua Tuo reattach it for him. Brother Yeshan, can this severed arm be reattached? If Sai Hua Tuo has this ability, he will really become Hua Tuo. From now on. Ah, this Sun Chuanhu can only be a one-armed commander, and now everyone is spreading it everywhere. It can’t be faked."
Can the severed arm be reattached? Of course. But the premise is that you have to live in the 21st century, and you have to be in a hospital with relatively complete medical conditions. The job of reconnecting severed limbs is not something that anyone can do. Especially now, at the end of the Qing Dynasty, it is simply impossible. I thought silently in my heart.
"Oh, Brother Shan, Brother Shan, you haven't asked me if the hero has run away?"
I asked: "Yes, what did you think happened to that hero?"
Xiao Hai laughed: "What else can I do? I should have run away. Now it has been spread outside that this hero is amazing. He is flying around in the Marshal's Mansion alone, killing people and killing Buddhas." Killing Buddha, from the door to Sun Chuanhu's bedroom, going in and out, finally saw Sun Chuanhu, cut off one of his arms, saying that he was teaching him a lesson, and that he was doing harm to the people, so that he could do it in the future Do less evil.”
"Xiao Hai, you said that the hero killed from the door to the bedroom. The marshal's mansion is so big, with three entrances and three exits. There are also guards stationed in his mansion. Don't they all have pistols? Is it? A pistol combined with Kung Fu, it’s very powerful, isn’t it?”
Xiaohai said: "Brother Shan, don't listen to their bragging. Why are they so powerful? A dozen of the guards died that day, and the rest were so scared that they hid. Aunt Jiu said they were greedy for life and afraid of death, and they didn't deserve to be given to the big brother. Shuai is a personal guard. Now I heard that this personal guard is about to be disbanded. Now, there is another strange thing. In the handsome man's house, Sun Chuanhu has been in a coma, and the decision is made by the ninth wife. Brother Shan, do you think Sun Chuanhu is eighteen? Aunt Fang, no matter what, I can’t say that Aunt Jiu has the final say. Do you think it’s strange?”
I was also surprised. This ninth aunt actually knew how to freeze severed limbs with ice, and had the courage to scold the Guards for being afraid of death, and dared to disband them. Could this woman have also traveled through time? She knows so much, it really opened my eyes.
"Xiaohai, stop nagging, go and feed Master. Also, don't say a word about Master, do you understand?"
Xiaohai agreed and ran into the temple.
