I don't know how long it took, but when Zhao Ming woke up again, it was already dawn outside, his nose was twitching, and a pungent medicinal fragrance filled the air.
I wanted to get up, but I felt exhausted.
But this action woke up Tao Yan who was beside the bed. When she woke up in a daze and saw Zhao Ming opening his eyes, she was filled with surprise.
"How long...how long have I slept?" Zhao Ming asked with difficulty.
"Three...three days. Just wait a moment and I'll heat up some meat porridge for you."
Tao Yan replied and quickly got up and started working.
Her movements were extremely smooth, not at all like the woman who had been trained as a thin horse in Yangzhou.
The ventilation effect of the stove was not very good, and Tao Yan's face was already covered in black spots. In addition, she probably hadn't slept much for several days, so her face was really unsightly.
He carefully helped Zhao Ming up and fed him some meat porridge and medicinal soup. Only then did Zhao Ming feel like he was alive.
After three days of sleeping, Zhao Ming felt that this arrow wound was just a trigger, triggering his previous hidden illness.
After all, he had been on the run for nearly a month or two, during which time he had suffered many major and minor injuries, as well as being exhausted to the limit of his body, all of which were hidden dangers.
After asking Tao Yan again, Zhao Ming realized that he had woken up and fallen asleep in the past few days.
But in fact, Zhao Ming himself had no memory at all. According to Tao Yan's description, he was always half asleep and half awake when he woke up. He occasionally had a high fever and would sometimes say it was cold, and sometimes he would say it was hot.
Zhao Ming smelled the quilt and looked at Tao Yan's face, which lowered her head and did not dare to look at him, and roughly understood what was going on.
"Thank you for your hard work. I feel much better. Please call Monkey and Wang Er in."
Zhao Ming sighed. There are disadvantages to having a woman here, but the benefits are also obvious.
He had just asked about the situation of the other injured brothers. Except for a few seriously injured and dying ones who could not be saved, the others could basically be saved as long as their injuries were not too fatal.
These are the results of the care taken by Tao Yan, the cook, and Ah Fu.
Those brothers who suppress Song Army and brothers who are swordsmen are fine if they are allowed to kill people with their swords, but if they are asked to take care of people, it would be a bit difficult for others.
Of the more than 20 remaining brothers, 18 were finally rescued. Five of the brothers suffered injuries to their bones due to arrows hitting their organs, and they did not survive the subsequent infection or blood loss.
Zhao Ming actually had some minor infections, but fortunately he managed to survive a few days of fever. The other brothers were almost the same as him and were safe.
But Zhao Ming doesn't really believe in movies and TV shows now. How can he be injured and cut off an arrow, but he can still be alive and kicking for a whole day.
In other words, after treating the wound, you can immediately lick your lips with the girl in a lively manner.
It's all fucking farts!
Do you really think that the arrows shot by others are all soft?
Even if it was a shot from the back, if Tao Yan hadn't been lucky when he pulled out the arrow, if the arrow had just stuck on the bone when he pulled it out, it would probably have been useless, and the sequelae would have been unimaginable.
After a while, Monkey and Wang Er walked in with some joy.
After chatting with them for a while, Zhao Ming understood the current situation.
Not much happened after he was injured and fell into coma. It was a pity that the sheep he gave up when he escaped were only able to find more than 20 or 30 sheep. The rest were either carried away by wolves or cut off by other herdsmen.
Suddenly, Zhao Ming heard an interesting piece of news and couldn't help but smile, "Oh!~ You said Pingqiantun has been treating us very well recently?"
"Well! Mr. Zhao's attitude towards us in Pingqiantun is indeed better recently, not much better in detail, but he gave us some rice and noodles that they exchanged for cattle and sheep, saying that we Central Plains people are probably not used to eating meat every day. .
And they are quite strange and often ask us..."
However, before the monkey could continue, Zhao Ming had already answered, "You want to ask about my situation, right?"
"Haha! Mr. Zhao, have you guessed it? Anyway, I think they have some ideas." Monkey scratched his head and said with a smile.
"Well, they have some ideas. Did the Maoming'an Department and the Darkhan Department react?" Zhao Ming asked.
"The Maoming'an Ministry sent some cattle and sheep, saying that they heard that Mr. Zhao was injured and wanted to express their condolences to you. As for the Darkhan Ministry, they didn't give anything, and they didn't send anyone to ask about the situation.
Mr. Zhao, do you think the Darkhan Department had a hand in this matter? "
After all, at first glance, only people with a guilty conscience would not come over to show their attentiveness.
"I don't know. Who said that as long as they come to show their courtesy, they are all good people. At least the Pingqian Tunbu and their other ministries have different ideas."
Zhao Ming shook his head. He roughly understood some of the thoughts of Pingqian Tunbu, "Okay, I'm fine with it. Since Pingqian Tunbu wants to know my situation so much, then tell them that we will have a banquet tonight and invite Pingqiantun. Everyone in the department comes over to have a good meal, and I will attend in person!"
"Uh... Mr. Zhao, you can't..."
Both Monkey and Wang Er were a little surprised. In Master Zhao's state, let alone eating and drinking, it would be difficult to stand up, right?
"It's okay. Foxes are difficult to tame, but let's tame one first today."
Zhao Ming waved his hand.
Pingqiantunbu——
"What? Did you hear that right?"
"Master Sun! That's indeed what they said. They also said they would host a banquet for our recent hospitality, and Commander Zhao will also attend tonight to personally thank us."
"I heard that Commander Zhao received two arrows, right? Will he be able to stand up and eat and drink in three days?"
Listening to this, Old Man Sun frowned. He sat alone in the front seat, sucking a puff of dry tobacco, like an honest and dull old farmer who had been digging in the fields for many years. His face was covered with wrinkles like knives and axes.
"Master Sun, are we really going to a banquet tonight?"
"Go! Of course you want to go!"
Old Man Sun was silent for a long time before he nodded firmly, "We didn't do anything wrong, so what are we afraid of?
Besides, haven’t we always wanted to meet this Chief Zhao? It’s just right! "
At nightfall, a bonfire was lit early in the Zhensong Army camp. The camp was too small, so we had no choice but to continue holding the banquet outside.
The brothers in the camp were a little clumsy, but fortunately the herdsmen from Pingqiantun came to help when they saw this.
The banquet was held as scheduled at around eight o'clock in the evening. The herdsmen began to play and sing, and some herdsmen women began to dance in a unique and exotic style. Many brothers from the Song Zhenjun army also imitated the example and followed suit with clumsy movements.
"Haha, Mr. Hou, I wonder when Chief Zhao will show up? The banquet has already begun... If Chief Zhao is really inconvenient, forget it."
Old Man Sun looked around and didn't find Zhao Ming, so he just smiled and started chatting with the monkey who was accompanying the drink.
But the monkey didn't respond to him at all, but showed a faint smile.
Old Man Sun and the other Pingqiantun herdsmen were a little confused, but at this moment, a figure came out of the camp not far away.
From a distance, this man was just a dark shadow, but as he walked closer to the campfire, it became clearer and clearer.
It's Chief Zhao, but...
Gudong~
Seeing this scene in front of them, all the herdsmen swallowed unconsciously.
