Sheng Tang: What is Liu Jianjun going to do today?

Chapter 21 Ten Days
It wasn't until a faint cry of "Husband" that Li Xian's soul was pulled back to reality.

Ignoring the flames, Li Xian rushed into the inner part of the courtyard.

The voice was shouting with all its might, but it was very faint when it reached my ears. It was coming from the direction of the cellar!
Li Xian rushed to the cellar, lifted the wooden lid, and then collapsed to the ground.

very nice.

His children and wives were all there.

They were huddled together in the cellar, surrounding the winter melon. Although their faces still showed fear, they were all unharmed.

Li Xian's gaze fell on the winter melon, which was as big as a wooden basin, and a feeling of relief suddenly rose in his heart.

It is truly an auspicious omen.

If it weren't for it, why would I have thought of digging out this cellar?

……

Another ten days have passed.

Li Xian lay in the ward that Liu Jianjun had arranged for him.

Li Xian's house was burned down, so he had nowhere to live. Therefore, Li Xian and his family moved to Liu Jianjun's house.

Liu Jianjun prepared three guest rooms, which were just enough for Li Xian's whole family.

Li Xian felt guilty.

In this "battle of the bullies," no one from Liujiazhuang died, but more than a dozen villagers were injured, the most serious of whom even had a half-foot-long cut on his back.

Yes, even the person who was most seriously injured this time was not as badly injured as Li Xian—Li Xian's wound on his arm was a full foot long, almost running through his entire forearm.

Liu Jianjun was right. The people of Liujiazhuang were indeed all brave and fierce, especially Liu Laosan. He single-handedly took down four thugs with a wood-chopping knife. With such bravery, I really don't know why he was afraid of his wife.

However, the fact that the people from Liujiazhuang suffered only minor injuries was not a reason for Li Xianneng to feel at ease.

If it weren't for their own sake, the people of Liujiazhuang wouldn't have had to suffer this undeserved disaster.

"Tuk-tuk."

Two urgent knocks on the door interrupted Li Xian's thoughts.

Li Xian knew it was Liu Jianjun as soon as he heard it, because Liu Jianjun was the only one who knocked twice.

Li Xian responded, and then saw Liu Jianjun walk in carrying a small basket.

Upon seeing the small basket, Li Xian forgot all about the villagers of Liujiazhuang and turned pale with shock: "No... I need stitches again, right? My wound was almost healed!"

Liu Jianjun said irritably, "What's a grown man like you afraid of getting a stitch! If it weren't for the stitch, you would have died from an infected wound like those first group of thugs."

Li Xian still looked at Liu Jianjun with fear.

What impressed Li Xian most about this "battle against the bullies" was not that Liu Laosan single-handedly killed four bullies, nor that he blinded one of them, nor that Liu Jianjun killed another, nor even that his wife and children escaped the fire by hiding in the cellar.

Afterwards, Liu Jianjun took a needle that looked like an embroidery needle and sewed up his injured arm as if he were mending clothes!

This is outrageous!
Liu Jianjun showed no fear of his wounds. He took a bent embroidery needle and pierced his skin in a few quick movements, then forcibly sewed the skin back together!
Although the entire suturing process was painful, Li Xian felt that the pain of the wound was secondary. The key was Liu Jianjun's indifferent attitude towards the wound, as if he were facing a plate of pork knuckle and casually cut it into the desired shape with a knife.

Even the executioners who carry out the death by a thousand cuts couldn't have done better!
"Don't worry, the needles and thread have been boiled in boiling water, and I've disinfected your wound with alcohol. You won't die!" Liu Jianjun sat down next to me casually.

Li Xian didn't understand, but he noticed the word "alcohol" and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Alcohol? Is it the thing I've been smelling these past few days? What kind of wine is it? It smells very strong. If there's such a wine, why are you still so obsessed with the Sanlejiang from Chang'an?"

"I can't reason with you. That stuff isn't meant to be drunk." Liu Jianjun ignored Li Xian and said, "Raise your hand."

Li Xian did as instructed and raised his injured hand.

Liu Jianjun, without any hesitation, rolled up Li Xian's sleeve, revealing the centipede-shaped scar. Li Xian turned his head away and asked, "Why can't you reason with me? I've been well-read since childhood, I understand the principles... Hmm! Didn't you say you wouldn't need stitches?"

Li Xian gasped.

Turning his head, Liu Jianjun was fiddling with his wound, using two fingers to pry the stitched-up wound outwards.

"It's not stitches! Check if your wound has healed yet. Once it's healed, the stitches should be removed! You don't want these stitches growing into your flesh, do you?" Liu Jianjun said irritably.

Li Xian became nervous again and asked, "Will the stitches be removed? Will it hurt?"

He vividly remembers the feeling of getting stitches that day; the pain of the needle piercing his skin and pulling on the muscles on both sides was excruciating.

"It doesn't hurt," Liu Jianjun said expressionlessly.

But Li Xian remained skeptical because Liu Jianjun had previously said that stitches didn't hurt.

Then, Li Xian watched as Liu Jianjun took out scissors from the small basket, watched him reach for the exposed threads, watched him cut them off, and watched him grab the threads...

Li Xian was even prepared to grit his teeth, but he only felt a tingling, itchy sensation on his skin.

Then, Liu Jianjun said, "All done!"

Li Xian was stunned. He looked down and saw that the loose threads on his arm were gone, replaced by tiny holes the size of pinholes.

It doesn't hurt at all.

"This...this is done?" Li Xian looked surprised.

"Okay, that's about it. Don't get the wound wet for the next couple of days. Just wait for the needle marks to heal." Liu Jianjun said as he put the scissors back into the small basket.

Li Xian paused, staring at Liu Jianjun's actions for a long time before asking, "Since you're only using scissors, what are you doing with the whole box?"

"If I hadn't brought the box, would I have seen that startled expression on your face just now?" Liu Jianjun said with a mocking look.

Li Xian was stunned for a moment before realizing that Liu Jianjun was deliberately trying to make a fool of himself.

Immediately, he made a gesture as if to raise his hand.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around! Your injury hasn't healed yet! If it bursts open, let's see how you'll send the auspicious omen to Chang'an!" Liu Jianjun laughed and dodged away.

Li Xian's raised hand froze in mid-air.

Then, I was filled with countless emotions.

Yes.

This time, I can really go back to Chang'an.

It has been ten days since that group of bullies caused trouble. Judging by the time, the imperial envoy from Chang'an should have arrived by now, or even be at the governor's mansion.

Even if Qiu Shenji wanted to send someone over, it would take at least ten days. By then, he would have already arrived in Chang'an with the auspicious omens.

With auspicious omens present, he would be able to meet his father and have a chance to clear his name.

Looking back on my early days in Bayingolin Mongol Autonomous Prefecture, it all feels like a dream.

Li Xian suddenly looked at Liu Jianjun seriously: "Liu Jianjun, I want to discuss something with you."

"Hmm? No need for thanks. Just pick out a few of the prettiest girls for me when we get to Chang'an!" Liu Jianjun was still as carefree as ever.

"No!" Li Xian said with a sullen smile, "I want to give all my land to the people of Liu Family Village."

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(End of this chapter)