After picking up the daughter of the lucky star, the whole village prospered

Ying Bao glanced at the senior brother behind the master again, "That's fine, I have a thin knife here, let the senior brother cut carefully, so as not to hurt the big meridians."

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

"Go and wash your hands first." Yingbao said to the people in the room again: "Please avoid all of you."

With so many eyes staring at him in the room, it was really hard for him to pick things up.

Because her medicines and knives are kept 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 send an extra oil lamp into the house for lighting.

Afterwards, Zhou Hao washed his hands and went into the room, and saw that the little junior sister was holding two thin knives and a pair of scissors and roasting them on a candle.

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

He took a pot of strong liquor and gave the patient several large gulps, and then poured the liquor on the person's shoulder injury.

The wounded twitched and didn't move.

Only then did Yingbao ask the big brother to scrape and scissor to remove the rotten flesh.

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

After Zhou Hao cleaned up his wound, he saw his junior sister pour another porcelain bottle of spirits on his shoulder.

"Ah~" The man screamed, and some liquid was poured into his mouth.

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

Afterwards, Ying Bao handed over a pack of wound medicine powder to the senior brother, and asked him to apply the medicine to this person, and then wrapped the patient's entire shoulder with a cotton cloth.

After the wound was treated, the patient fell asleep peacefully.

Zhou Hao was already sweating profusely, his tired hands were shaking.

It was his first time dealing with this kind of wound, and there seemed to be a string in his mind.

Finally healed, he almost collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

No wonder the junior sister asked him to scrape the carrion, this is really not a human job.

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.

The cloth was covered with pus and blood, and it smelled so bad that I really didn't want to wash it.

Zhang Min went out with a basin and asked where Cuihua was going to pour it.

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

Seeing that Cuihua took the matter over, Zhang Min was happy to be at ease, and ran back to the house happily.

The next day, the patient woke up, much better.

This made the beard so happy, he thanked Ying Bao repeatedly. "Thank you, Xiao Langzhong, for saving your life."

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

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

After learning that Zhou Wuchang came back with a little genius doctor, he immediately sent the captain to treat him in a carriage.

"General, we can hardly survive in the military camp. The higher-ups are exploiting layer upon layer, and the military salary is reduced again and again. We don't even have medicine for our injuries." The bearded man said and sobbed, "I, if I wasn't an army Hu, I don’t even want to do it anymore.”

Zhou Wuchang was silent.

Ever since the first emperor, he had already begun to emphasize civility over military affairs, military generals were rejected by the entire court, and had no real power at all, even the border guards.

Even if a foreign enemy came, if the guard wanted to summon an army to meet the enemy, he had to supervise the army to report to the Holy Majesty, and the Holy Majesty would personally issue an order before the border commander could dispatch a little force.

As a result, the border was often invaded by foreign bandits, and the surrounding people and soldiers suffered terribly.

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

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

And the only ones who bear the final consequences are the lower-level soldiers.

Many soldiers don't 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 murders and extortion of goods frequently occurred.

Once things get out of hand, the imperial court will send troops to suppress and kill a group of generals and soldiers. This makes many people resent the imperial court, and even collude with foreign countries to bloodbath villages and border markets.

Under this chaotic situation, the border soldiers have no intention of guarding, and the foreign countries regard the Central Plains as their own.

These impermanences are all in his eyes, but he has nothing to do.

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

But soon, his parents died one after another, and they all died of accidents. This made him distraught, and he had to disarm and return to his hometown to find out the truth.

This investigation finally found Grand Master Xiao, but he could not find any evidence.

Without evidence, Dali Temple will not file a case.

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

For some unknown reason, the emperor gave Zhou Wuchang the purple gold dagger hanging from his waist, and said that he could use this dagger to kill corrupt officials and bullies.

Zhou Wuchang caressed the sheathed dagger, the golden scabbard was inlaid with five-color gemstones, and there was a golden dragon hovering upwards.

This long dagger was actually a short knife, and when it was pulled out of its sheath, he had already opened the blade, and it was extremely sharp.

Last month, he cut off Pei Shixian's right hand with this short bladed knife.

"Master, it's time to eat!" Zhang Min shouted outside the door.

This morning, Cuihua steamed steamed buns, boiled three eggs and a large pot of rice porridge, which smelled very fragrant.

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

Then fish out a large handful of sauerkraut, wash it a little, cut it into shreds, and put it in a ceramic bowl.

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

He looked up and saw his younger sister Cuilan staring at the eggs, and hurriedly pulled her into the kitchen, yelling at her in a low voice: "That's for the guests! Don't embarrass your father."

Cuilan pursed her mouth in grievance, sat down on the dilapidated small table, picked up a thick black steamed bun on the table, and gnawed.

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

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

"Why don't you go and eat with us at the big table?" Ying Bao asked.

Cuihua smiled and said: "We can just eat whatever we want, young man, go and eat quickly, the porridge will be cold later."

Yingbao put two big white steamed buns on the table, and said, "We will eat with us in the future. If you don't want to part with those miscellaneous grains, you can mix them with white noodles and steam them together."

When Cuilan heard this, she immediately grabbed a white flour steamed bun and bit into it. It was soft and sweet, with a smell of wheat flour.

"White flour steamed buns are still delicious." Cuilan sighed contentedly.

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 in the cupboard made of bamboo.

Seeing that Cuihua insisted on refusing to eat, Yingbao had no choice but to turn around and go back to her master.

Sitting at the big table in the main room were master Zhou Wuchang, senior senior brother, second senior senior brother, old man Wu, his son Wu Yi, and Wu Yi's son Wu Xiaodou, and the bearded school official was among them.

While eating, Wu Weng talked about the daily life with Zhou Wuchang:
"All the fertile fields around have been taken by the nearby military camps, but we still have to pay the taxes. Alas, there used to be thirty or forty households in our village, but now there are only twenty or so households left, and those ten or so households all fled to the south. "

"Some even went to foreign countries. They said that they would rather raise horses for foreigners than stay here and be exploited by the government and the surrounding military camps. Live this hopeless life."

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

In those fields, not to mention growing grain, not even a single weed grows.

Zhou Wuchang drank the porridge slowly, quietly listening to the old man's complaints.

The imperial court is corrupt and ignores the border people, and sooner or later there will be big troubles.