How to become the richest man by farming

Chapter 224 How to deal with it

The porcelain bottle contained the recovery potion left by Jiang Yun. Because it took too long to go down the mountain, Jiang Yun was worried about his family, so he exchanged a tube of recovery potion from the mall and gave it to Liu Su.

Liu Su listened carefully to her instructions on the efficacy of the medicine, found a clean small porcelain bottle and filled it.

Now, Mr. Su looked at the bright blue potion in the bowl and was silent for a moment.

To be honest, this color...he had only seen it in poison.

Turning to look at Liu Su, Liu Su looked at his nose and heart, not meeting Mr. Su's gaze.

Mr. Su:…

The room fell silent, and Mr. Su silently turned around and poured three bowls of Bazhen soup, then divided the potion into three portions and poured it into them.

……

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mr. Su would never have believed it in his life. There was a way in this world that could heal wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the wound on Xiao Wu's broken arm was visibly stopped bleeding, closed, and the skin grew back, the blood hole on Jiang Yang's shoulder formed a scab as big as a thumb, and the wounds on Xia Qi's body healed...

Mr. Su blinked: So, there really is a land father-in-law, right?

When the injuries of the three people stabilized, the fire in the new workshop was finally put out.

Old Man Jiang lost his strength and fell down on the water-soaked ground, looking at the new workshop that was almost burned to death.

This workshop can be said to be the hard work of the whole village, but now it is all gone...

The village chief Jiang Wanshu was helped by his descendants and rushed over. Looking at the mess in front of him, his vision went dark and he almost fainted.

Not to mention the other villagers, the older ones were lying on the ground crying, while the younger ones were quietly wiping their tears. The tear stains on their faces were mixed with black ash, making them look very embarrassed.

Mrs. Zhou frowned and called to Jiang Bai, "Erlang, take more people to the new village to check out the situation, especially those with old people and children. Be careful and beware of anyone hiding in the village."

Jiang Baicai led his men away, and Zhan Hao from the second team came back with the people they had caught.

After taking a look at Mrs. Zhou, who stood the tallest in the audience, Zhan Hao directly held the tied man in front of her.

"Aunt Zhou, the leader Luo Qisheng was shot in the eye by Brother Yang and ran away. Eighteen people were chased. Two of them died during the fight. Sixteen people were captured."

Mrs. Zhou: "What are our casualties?"

Zhan Hao: "Most of them were skin injuries. The two who were slashed were simply treated and sent to Mr. Su."

Mrs. Zhou looked very unhappy. When she came, she saw the blood on the ground. Although she didn't have time to see Jiang Yang and the others, she could still imagine how seriously they were injured.

In her opinion, if the workshop burned down, then burn it down, and just build it again later. Now, it has paid back, and it has given an account to the village.

But if you hurt someone, that's it.

The person who was captured was covered in scars and had obviously resisted violently. Even though he was tied up now, he was glaring at Old Mrs. Zhou with a fierce look on his face, and it looked like he had a lot of human life on his hands.

Mrs. Zhou took a deep breath and asked calmly: "Is there an antidote to the medicine you gave Xincun?"

Seeing no one answered, Zhan Hao kicked the person in front of him, "I'm asking you something, are you mute?!"

The man's face hit the ground and his hands and feet were tied behind him. After struggling for a few times and unable to get up, he simply gave up and lay there directly spitting at the feet of Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou looked at Zhan Hao: "Ah Hao, come here, help Auntie pull him up."

Zhan Hao responded, grabbed the back of his neck, and lifted him up.

Old Mrs. Zhou went up and slapped her without saying a word.

The "pop" sound was clear and loud, causing everyone present to cry less.

Old Man Jiang came to his senses, silently climbed up from the ground, wiped the tears on his face, straightened his clothes and followed Old Mrs. Zhou.

It was a hand worthy of doing farm work. That slap was so strong that the corners of the man's mouth were bleeding. The man wanted to scold you again, but was stopped by Mrs. Zhou's words, "Your mother never taught you to respect your elders. I will teach you today. If you dare to bark like a dog again, don't use your tongue!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Hao's dagger was pressed against his face.

That person: ...

Mrs. Zhou gave Zhan Hao an appreciative look, then glanced at everyone, "Why, no one said anything? I only give you five seconds to count, five, four..."

Zhan Hao glanced at the people in the second team, and everyone put their machetes on their necks.

On the count of two, a trembling hand in the crowd raised up, "I, I said... that's just an ordinary drug, you'll be fine after you take a nap."

Mrs. Zhou said coldly: "What about the old, weak, women and children?"

The man shrank his neck, "Ying, ying, it should be fine..."

Mrs. Zhou snorted coldly, "You'd better pray that nothing happens to anyone."

When Zhan Hao took the people down, Mrs. Zhou looked at everyone present and said, "Okay, stop howling. If you have the strength, why not use your brain? The next batch of mushrooms in the mushroom forest will be picked soon, and there will be thousands of them by then." How to deal with the jin of mushrooms?”

Jiang Wanshu asked hurriedly: "Can't the old workshop still be used..."

Mrs. Zhou: "The old workshop can only dry one thousand kilograms a day. If we wait for the old workshop, at least half of the mushrooms will be wasted."

Everyone:...

Old Mrs. Zhou: "We've been working hard all night. Let's go back and rest. Zhan Hao, please arrange some manpower to patrol the village to prevent others from taking advantage of the loopholes."

The others looked at each other in confusion. Jiang Wanshu sighed and waved his hands to persuade them to go back.

Mrs. Zhou didn't leave, she just stood there and looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and then at the workshop that was burned to ruins.

Old Man Jiang obviously felt something was wrong with her atmosphere, so he went up and patted her shoulder. Just as he was about to comfort her, he saw Old Mrs. Zhou looking at him strangely, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Old Man Jiang swallowed all his comforting words and said with a pinched neck: "Of course I'm accompanying you!"

Mrs. Zhou's face softened for a moment, "Come on, you are so brave, go back quickly, the children are still at Sanniang's place, go back and see them."

In the deathly silent courtyard, only one lamp was on. When the night wind came, the candle flickered on and off...

There was a large pool of blood at his feet, and there was also a large pool of blood by the door.

When I arrived, there was a body lying there...

Old Man Jiang shrank his neck, "Then, I'll go back and check on the children. It's late at night, so don't be scared..."

Listening to his trembling voice, Mrs. Zhou said: ...

Waving her hand, Mrs. Zhou reminded: "Go, it's dark, let Zhan Hao find someone to guide you."

After making arrangements for Old Man Jiang, Old Mrs. Zhou was waiting for Zhan Hao.

Under the flickering candlelight, Mrs. Zhou's back was very upright and resolute.

Zhan Hao came back from arranging the patrol and saw this scene.

"Aunt Zhou, everything has been arranged."

Mrs. Zhou nodded slightly and turned to stare at Zhan Hao.

When Zhan Hao was stared at so hard that his scalp went numb, Mrs. Zhou asked, "What do you think we should do with those people?"

　see you tomorrow

　　(End of this chapter)