Chapter 311： scraping flesh to heal wounds

Ying Bao glanced at the senior brother behind the master again and said, "Okay, I have a thin knife here. Just ask the senior brother to cut carefully and not to hurt the major meridians."

Zhou Hao walked over expressionlessly and asked, "When will it be performed?"

"You go and wash your hands first." Ying Bao said to the people in the room: "Please all stay away."

With such eyes staring at me in the room, it’s really hard for me to take things.

Because her medicines and knives are all stored in the cave, although there are some in the small medicine box, they are not complete.

Zhou Wuchang led everyone out of the house and asked the old man surnamed Wu to bring an extra oil lamp into the house for lighting.

Subsequently, Zhou Hao washed his hands and entered the room, where he saw his junior sister holding two thin knives and a pair of scissors and roasting them on the candle.

After baking the knives and scissors, Yingbao puts all the items on a piece of clean cotton cloth for later use.

Take a pot of strong wine and give the patient a few large sips, and then pour the wine on the person's shoulder injury.

The wounded man twitched and did not move again.

Ying Bao then asked his senior brother to scrape and cut away the carrion.

This person is also resolute, he just roared a few times and didn't struggle much.

After Zhou Hao cleaned his wound, he saw the junior sister pouring another porcelain bottle of strong liquor on his shoulder.

“Ah~” the man screamed, and some more liquid was poured into his mouth.

But this time the liquid is not wine, but fruit juice with a light and sweet taste.

Subsequently, Ying Bao handed a packet of wound medicine powder to the senior brother and asked him to apply medicine to the person and wrap the patient's entire shoulder with cotton cloth.

The wound is taken care of and the patient goes to sleep quietly.

Zhou Hao was sweating profusely and his tired hands were shaking.

This is the first time he has dealt with this kind of wound, and his mind seems to be tense.

Finally recovered, he almost collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

No wonder the junior sister asked him to scrape the carrion. This is really not a job for humans.

Yingbao cleaned up the knives and scissors, threw a large ball of cotton cloth into the basin, and asked the second senior brother to take it out and throw it away.

This piece of cloth was stained with pus and blood and smelled extremely fishy. I really didn’t want to clean it.

Zhang Min went out with the basin and asked Cuihua where he wanted to pour it.

Cuihua glanced at the cotton cloth in the basin and took it: "Let me do it."

Zhang Min was so happy to see Cuihua taking over the matter that he ran back to the house happily.

The patient regained consciousness the next day and felt much better.

This made Luo Xiu extremely happy, and he thanked Ying Bao repeatedly. "Thank you, little doctor, for saving your life."

Then he thanked Zhou Wuchang and talked about their military camp.

It turned out that both of them were from the military camp ten miles away.

After learning that Zhou Wuchang had returned with a little miracle doctor, he immediately sent the school captain to him in a carriage for treatment.

"General, we can hardly survive in the military camp. We are being exploited layer by layer at the top. The military pay is being reduced one after another. We are injured and we don’t even have medicine." The bearded man said and sobbed, "I, if I were not a soldier, Huh, I don’t even want to do it anymore.”

Zhou Wuchang was silent.

Since the beginning of the late emperor, military officials have been abandoned by the entire court and have no real power at all, even the border guards.

Even if a foreign enemy attacks, if the defender wants to summon the army to meet the enemy, he must report the army to the Holy Emperor, and the Holy Lord will personally issue an order, so that the border commander can mobilize a little force.

This resulted in the border being frequently invaded by foreign invaders, and the surrounding people and soldiers suffered terribly.

Not to mention that the imperial court often defaulted on military pay, food and grass, etc., which made the entire military camp feel distraught.

As a result, unsupervised officers bullied their subordinates and tried their best to gain money.

The only ones who bear the final consequences are the soldiers at the bottom.

Many soldiers do not get a penny a year, and the food in the army is worse than pig food. Under such circumstances, many soldiers went out to rob people of their money, food and property, and killings and stealing goods frequently occurred.

Once things got out of hand, the imperial court would send troops to suppress it and kill a group of generals and soldiers. This made many people resent the imperial court and even colluded with foreign countries to bloodbath villages and border markets.

Amid this chaos, border soldiers had no intention of guarding the border, and foreign countries regarded the Central Plains as their own.

These changes are all visible to him, but he has nothing to do.

At that time, he also encountered the same situation. The imperial court withheld the army's food and pay, and the soldiers complained. Several of his generals were about to make a move, but he was later calmed down.

But soon, his father and mother died one after another, both in accidents. This made him so sad that he had to take off his armor and return to his hometown to find out the truth.

This investigation was actually traced to Master Xiao, but he could never find any evidence.

Without evidence, Dali Temple will not open the case.

Frustrated, Zhou Wuchang converted to Taoism and became a wandering Taoist priest.

Out of some unknown psychology, the emperor gave Zhou Wuchang the purple-gold dagger hanging on his waist, and said that he could use this dagger to kill corrupt officials at the top and powerful bullies at the bottom.

Zhou Wuchang stroked the sheathed dagger. The gold scabbard was inlaid with five-color gems, and there was a golden dragon circling upward.

This long dagger is actually a short knife. When he pulled it out of its sheath, he found that the edge had been cut by him and it was extremely sharp.

Last month, he used this sharp blade to cut off Pei Shixian's right hand.

“Master, it’s time to eat!” Zhang Min called outside the door.

This morning Cuihua steamed steamed buns, boiled three eggs and a large pot of rice porridge. The smell was fragrant.

Take the eggs out of the porridge pot, wash them in cold water, cut each into four pieces, and put them on a plate.

Take out a large handful of pickled cabbage, wash it a little, cut it into shreds, and put it into a clay bowl.

Then she took the food and rice porridge to the main room and placed them on the big table.

Looking up, he saw his sister Cuilan staring at the eggs. He quickly pulled her into the kitchen and scolded her in a low voice: "That's for the guests! Don't embarrass dad."

Cuilan pursed her lips in grievance, sat down at the shabby small table, picked up a thick black steamed bun on the table and gnawed on it.

Yingbao saw this scene when she walked into the kitchen. The two little sisters were sitting on the small table in the kitchen eating steamed buns with mixed noodles.

This kind of mixed noodles is made from bran and bean flour with a small amount of flour. Even after fermentation, it is not very soft.

“Why don’t you go to the big table to eat with us?” Yingbao asked.

Cuihua smiled and said, "We can just eat whatever we want. Young doctor, you go and eat quickly. The porridge will be cold in a while."

Yingbao put two large white steamed buns in his hand on the table and said, "Eat with us from now on. If you are reluctant to part with those grains, mix them with white flour and steam them together."

Hearing this, Cuilan immediately grabbed a white-faced steamed bun and bit into it. It was soft and sweet, with a hint of wheat flour.

“White flour steamed buns are still delicious.” Cuilan sighed with satisfaction.

It would be great if I could eat white flour steamed buns every day.

 Cuihua glared at her sister, picked up the other steamed bun and put it into the bamboo cupboard.

Seeing that Cuihua insisted on not eating, Yingbao had no choice but to turn around and return to the master.

Sitting at the big table in the main room were Master Zhou Wuchang, Senior Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Old Man Wu, his son Wu Yi, and Wu Yi's son Wu Xiaodou. The bearded school officer was also among them.

Wu Weng was eating and chatting with Zhou Wuchang about his daily life:

"All the fertile farmland around us has been taken over by the nearby military camps, but we still have to pay taxes. Alas, our village used to have thirty or forty households, but now there are only about twenty households left. The dozen or so households have all fled to the south. "

“Some even went to foreign countries. They said they would rather raise horses for foreigners than stay here and be exploited by the government and surrounding military camps, living a hopeless life.”

Zaoshu Village is located in a hilly area. Originally there were few fertile fields, but now only some rocky land remains.

Those fields, let alone growing grain, not even a single weed grows.

Zhou Wuchang drank the porridge slowly and listened quietly to the old man's complaints.

The imperial court is corrupt and does not care about the people on the border. Sooner or later there will be big trouble.