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Chapter 565 The Aftermath of the Fight ([-])
"That's fine, I'll calculate a reasonable price."

"There are too many things that cost money, do we have enough money?"

"There is nothing insufficient. Even if the gold from the river valley is spent, just find a few gold and silver veins. It is convenient for us to use precious metals as hard currency. As long as we find the mines, there will be no shortage of money."

"Hey, that's right, okay, I'll leave it to you."

"Ok."

While the two were talking, the maid who wrote the letter had also finished writing the information, all of them were named, and only the portraits were left.

"Finished?" Qi Ke didn't bother to look at the pile of things, she didn't care what the intentions of those people who fanned the flames, "Who are you going to give this information to?"

"It's better to give it to those with strong action."

"That's Bai Qing?" Qi Ke picked up the last piece of pear melon and took a bite. The yamen's mobility is hard to describe. After all, the yamen servants in this poor place don't have enough to eat. How can I give it to him?"

"You were imprisoned last year, how did you give him the information?"

"In the middle of the night, when there is no one in the lobby, kick a chair, attract the soldiers outside the door, and get out of the way."

"Then continue to do this. If you have a previous relationship, you will not be overly frightened if you do it again."

"Ok."

The thick stack of information was directly wrapped in a large piece of paper, the size of a document bag, and the word "information" was written directly on it, and it would be released at night when there was no one around.

"Do you want me to go? Can such a large file be hidden on the deputy's body?"

"Okay, it's best if you want to run some errands. Let's go back quickly. If everything goes well, it will take a few minutes at most."

The two discussed how to go at night for a while, and then, when the afternoon tea time came for the elders of Wenjia Village, Zhao Lin took out a sealed bottle with bacteria, and the monitoring flying insects carried it to Wenjia Village to release it.

Monitoring the size of flying insects is just like small flying insects. They can be easily disguised as big-headed flies that settle on food. It is not too convenient to let them drop bacteria.

Seeing the flying insects leave, Qi Ke went back to the hall to put down the finished bowl, washed his hands and wiped his mouth, Zhao Lin put on the medicine box, and the two went out to the military station, where there were still two wounded who were going to observe for a day, without Qi Ke Can't go home with permission.

The two walked into the observation room, and they were thanked first by the wounded and their families. They were indeed the most seriously injured. Up to now, they are safe and sound, have no high fever, and have a good appetite, except that the wound hurts a little. Apart from the pale and sickly face with blood loss, everything looks fine.

After exchanging pleasantries, Qi Ke went out to wash his hands. Knowing that it was time to change his dressings, he was about to go home. The family members took the initiative to go out to set up a car outside the military station. The observation room closed the door to change the dressings for the two wounded, and each of them shared a portion of antibiotics, which was directly exchanged. After drinking the water, they both grinned bitterly.

"Good medicine tastes bitter. Remember to change the medicine every day and drink it once until the stitches are removed."

"Yeah." The two nodded in response.

"It's okay for you to hurt your leg. The lead bullet is stuck in the muscle, but the stitches can be removed in three to five days. For those who hurt your arm, please remember my words and take care of it for a month. Don't be careless even if the stitches are removed. , just treat yourself as disabled, and if you don’t take good care of your wounds, you won’t regret taking the medicine.”

"Hey, don't dare to forget, dare not forget." The man hung his arms and assured repeatedly that he had nothing to do this day, and discussed with his family a few times how to live at home during the month of recuperation. The consequences of breaking the arm.

(End of this chapter)