A group of refugees in ragged clothes and smelly bodies came to the street where Jiang's house was located.
The group of people spread out and knocked on the door of each house. If there was no sound from inside, they continued walking. As soon as someone answered the door or heard a noise, they started to break open the door.
Some people's homes have low courtyard walls, so they can just climb in without knocking on the door.
The walls of their house are high and the gate is heavy. The refugees only knocked twice and left.
Jiang Yue leaned against the door and could clearly hear the sounds of being robbed on the street.
“This is my family’s life-saving money!”
"Don't steal my family's food! Please! This is the last food, and we are about to starve to death!"
"Can you let us go? Please!"
The refugees rushed into people's homes and robbed them, killing people when others blocked them, and then robbed and left.
"Let go of my daughter!"
"Ahhhh-Dad, Mom! Save me!"
This was the voice of the little girl from the house opposite. She was only 10 years old. Jiang Yue had seen her before. Her eyes were round and she looked very cute.
She clenched the knife in her hand tightly and said with unbearable eyes, "Big bastard, let's help them."
"Um."
Jiang Nian opened the door and the two of them went out.
There was a refugee who was holding grain in his left hand and pulling the girl with his right hand to leave. His parents, their clothes in disarray, were chasing after them to pull their daughter back. At this time, another refugee came over and raised his knife to chop at the couple.
"Ah!" Jiang Nian first kicked off his knife-holding hand, and then cut his throat with a knife.
When the other refugee saw something was wrong, he put down the girl in his hand and ran away.
Jiang Yue kicked him in the chest, breaking his sternum. He vomited blood and began to beg for mercy. She squatted down and stabbed his heart with the knife in her right hand. There was no sound in an instant. Blood flowed all over the ground.
Jiang Yue took the grain back from his hand, stuffed it into the girl's arms, and handed the refugee's knife to her father.
The family is still holding each other's hands and crying, thankful that it is too early to survive the disaster.
Jiang Yue reminded, "Those who have knives take knives, and those who have sticks take sticks and hide in the cellar. These refugees are ordinary people like everyone else and are weaker than you. As soon as you beg for mercy, they will become bolder." .”
Before anyone could take action, his bones were weak and he didn't even dare to fight. How could he survive?
The girl's father seemed to understand, his eyes became firm, he took the knife and held it tightly in his hand to protect his family.
Jiang Yue and the two went to the next door house again. Two people were dead in the yard, and the ground was covered with messy bloody footprints. The three refugees still wanted to search for things.
When he saw Jiang Yue, his eyes lit up and he tried to pull her away.
And as she said, these people have no skills at all and will fall down with just a push.
Jiang Yue and the two made a quick fight, and after getting rid of the refugees on the street, they returned home and continued to guard the door.
The sound of smashing and smashing in the city lasted for two hours and then gradually disappeared. It should be that the number of refugees was small and they were successfully suppressed by the government.
No one dared to sleep in the second half of the night, and waited anxiously until daybreak.
Jiang Yue and the two went out. They had to see what the city had become.
Looking from the wall, the street is quiet, just like an ordinary morning. But if you walk around, you can feel the devastation everywhere.
Some people are lucky that their homes have tall walls and no one can come in.
Some people were shivering and cleaning up the messy yard, as if they hadn't recovered yet.
Some people held their dead family members and mourned. He complained that the world was unfair and cursed the thief to death. After cursing, he still had to live an ignoble existence.
What's more, there was no one to collect the bodies, and no one in the family of four survived.
Many injured officers and soldiers were lying in front of the Yamen, all of whom had been busy all night. Looking inside, many refugees have been imprisoned, waiting to be expelled.
Some people heard the news and came to kill these refugees. The government office once again fell into chaos.
Jiang Yue didn't want to get involved, so she took one look and left.
The two of them walked and arrived at the Wang family's residence.
"Ask for medicine?"
Jiang Yue looked at the medicine request list posted on the door.
The door was open and many people came in and out.
Butler Wang, who has lost weight, is sending a group of people out, with a sad look on his face.
"Steward Wang." Jiang Yue called.
Butler Wang turned around with a puzzled look on his face, "Do you know me, young lady?"
"I have sent wild animals to my house before."
Butler Wang looked at the delicate-faced young lady, and then at the tall man with extraordinary temperament beside her.
"Oh, it's the young lady and the husband." He remembered, and it was a bit different from before.
Seeing that he was anxious, Jiang Yue did not reminisce about the past, "I wonder what kind of medicine your house is asking for? I happen to have some medicine on hand, maybe it can help."
Butler Wang was overjoyed and quickly invited people into his home.
"To be honest, my house was broken into by thieves. Although they were all arrested, the master was seriously injured and bleeding. There is a pharmacy and a doctor at home, but..."
Hemostatic medicine? Jiang Yue happened to have it.
With a family like the Wang family, there should be many nursing homes, but they were able to let refugees break in and even hurt the elder.
Jiang Yue has no intention of knowing what the truth is. She only cares about the rewards after saving people.
"Steward Wang, I have some good medicine from the Western Regions. It should be able to stop the bleeding."
Butler Wang was overjoyed. Now he is hanging with ginseng. As long as he can stop the bleeding, the doctor will be sure to bring him back.
Jiang Yue opened a small bottle, removed the label, and took it to the doctor for examination. He could decide whether to use it or not. Jiang Yue only wanted corresponding remuneration and didn't care about anything else.
Butler Wang took the medicine to the doctor, but no one knew the ingredients. Seeing that the elder's anger was getting weaker and weaker, he gritted his teeth and applied the wound before bandaging it as Jiang Yue said.
After applying it twice a day for two days, the bleeding was completely stopped!
The doctor kept calling for miracle medicine, but unfortunately the young lady refused to "exchange medical skills."
Jiang Yue: We can exchange the experiences of the second-hand dealers.
On the third day, Mr. Wang was able to sit up on the bed and talk, and his breathing was louder than before.
He didn't care about the person who used the knife behind his back. He wanted to know the situation of the two couples.
When I hunted rare wild animals before, I just thought they were capable mountain people. But now, he doesn't think so. According to Butler Wang's description, the two of them have experienced a year of disaster, but they are still growing better. Even wealthy people like them find it difficult to do this.
"Ahem!"
"master."
Mr. Wang waved his hand, "What do they want?"
Butler Wang's expression was complicated, "I don't want gold or silver. I said I want some rare calligraphy and painting or elegant 'art works'. Master's works such as seal cutting and sculpture are also fine, as long as they are of high value."
Mr. Wang is stroking his beard. Is he a talent lover? Mountain people love talents?
Jiang Yue: Fake, all fake! After a while, you will love money!
Mr. Wang nodded, "I understand. Please send me five works from each of my collection of famous calligraphy and paintings."
Butler Wang bowed his head in agreement. It was right to save the elder's life.
