Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 224 Snow Disaster
The porter Lao Fan pushed open the door with all his might, and behind Fan Shiyi and Zhu Ba who were holding lanterns, Zhu Shi, Zhou Shi, Xiao Man, and Mo Xiang carefully stepped into the snow with bamboo baskets and two maids.

There are still people sweeping snow during the day, but at night they can only check the snow on the roof. The snow on the road cannot be cleaned. Everyone wears wooden clogs under their shoes, and the sound of crunching snow is very interesting.

Large flakes of snowflakes danced wantonly in the air, and with the howling wind, they fell on everyone's faces. The lantern in Fan Shiyi's hand was blown wildly. Although he hadn't let go of his hand, the candlelight inside had already gone out.

Fortunately, due to the snowstorm tonight, most of the villagers could not sleep because of such a big incident. Zhu Wei led two teams to clean the snow on the roof in different areas, and the inside and outside of the ancestral hall were brightly lit.

"Miss Zhu is here."

"Meet the old lady."

Zhu took off his bamboo hat, looked around, grabbed Zhao Da and asked, "How about the casualties?"

The heavy snow that started in the afternoon has not stopped until now. Although Li Shan made preparations in advance, at night, several houses were crushed by the snow, and then seven or eight houses collapsed in succession on the refugee side. Li Shan went out just after nightfall The door, it's almost three o'clock and they haven't come home yet, both Zhu and Zhou are worried, so they asked the kitchen to make some food and send it over to see the situation.

Zhao Da just came back from the outside, with snow on his hair and shoulders, "Six people were crushed to death, 12 were slightly injured, and eight were seriously injured. Your lord has not stopped until now."

Following Zhao Da's line of sight, Mrs. Zhu looked at the room on the left side of the ancestral hall, opened the door curtain and glanced at it, her face changed slightly. The son wearing a strange mask was stabbing a wounded man's chest with a dagger in his hand, and a large amount of blood gushed out immediately. .

Xiaoman who was poking his head over was screamed in fright, Li Shan raised his head abruptly, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly because of the mask, but the coldness in his eyes made Xiaoman cover his mouth.

Li Shan said a few words in a low voice, then lowered his head again, and suddenly turned his head, the guard next to him picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A personal guard trotted over, "Madam, go outside and wait for a while, Sanmei will go in and help."

Before, she had heard from Su's mother and the female family members of the Ling family that her son had been disembowelled and healed to death, but Zhu did not quite believe it, and now she was in a trance... At this moment, she and Li Dewu shared the same doubt, where did the son come from? What did you learn?
Xiaoman helped Mrs. Zhu go out, and couldn't help looking back at Mrs. Zhou and the guard who entered Xiaobu, feeling rather annoyed in her heart. She remembered that the guard was Mrs. Zhou's second brother.

"Clear water."

"Needle."

"Change the dagger."

Concise and clear order, Li Shan's hands moved quickly, "Hold it!"

"smoke!"

With a weak murmur, a pointed wooden stick was pulled away by Zhou Zhou, and the gushing blood was splashing on Zhou's face.

Li Shan bent his waist, lowered his head and squinted his eyes, and kept operating his hands. After maintaining this posture for a quarter of an hour, he straightened up and sighed: "It depends on luck, if you can survive..."

In fact, this is nonsense. If you survive, you will naturally live, but if you fail, you will die.

"next."

"Lang Jun, it's the last one."

Li Shan took a long breath, first supported the corner of the table to gather his mind, and then hammered his waist... In this era, there is no operating table that can be raised and lowered, and it is really tiring to bend over.

Looking sideways at Mrs. Zhou, Li Shan smiled and said, "I would have brought you if I knew it earlier. These guys... are far inferior to you."

Li Shan’s first surgery in Hebei was performed on Su’s mother. Three or four women helped inside that day. I have to be busy.

After washing his hands in the sink, Li Shan took the towel and wiped it. Seeing the blood on Zhou's face, he raised his hand to wipe it off, but his five fingers kept shaking... In such an environment, seven or eight consecutive Hours of high-intensity surgery, the workload is too great.

Mrs. Zhou took the towel and wiped it casually, and walked out with Li Shan on her arm, "The old lady asked the kitchen to stew a hen, it should be still hot."

Just now, the five fingers can be operated flexibly, climbing high and lying down very flexibly, but at this moment Li Shan is a little frozen, allowing Zhou Shi and Zhou Zhoulang to help him to the fire in the ancestral hall.

Mrs. Zhu, who had been in a daze for a while, came back to her senses when she saw her son coming out, and quickly ordered Xiaoman and Mo Xiang to scoop out the chicken soup.

His body was stiff, but his mind was still intact. Li Shan looked at Mrs. Zhu strangely, then turned around, "Mother?"

"It's all divided up, so I leave this bowl for you."

Well, this is in line with Zhu's style... It is certain to leave it to the son, but it is also certain to share the rest to win people's hearts for the son.

Mrs. Zhou carefully supported Li Shan to sit down, Mo Xiang was carrying a large bowl of chicken soup, Xiao Man spooned the soup into Li Shan's mouth, and picked up a big chicken leg to wait for Li Shan to eat slowly.

Three people serve one... Lei Jing, who was sitting not far away, looked at his niece Mo Xiang with dissatisfaction, she was only holding a bowl, she was too inactive!
The worst thing tonight is those refugees. After all, Ling Jing, Su Dingfang, and Qi Laoliu, who are latecomers, have a close relationship with Li Shan, and the houses they arranged are pretty good, but those refugees live in simple houses, and the quality is really not good. Dare to compliment.

"It's so late, what are you doing here?" Li Shan glanced at Ling Jing who had just entered the door, and muttered, "You can't help...running around in the middle of the night, and accidentally assigned someone to take care of you."

"Da Lang!" Mrs. Zhu glared at her son, then looked at Ling Jing with a smile, "Your son is rude, sir, don't blame him."

Ling Jing smiled, "If it wasn't for Huairen's reminders in every possible way during the day, and sending his bodyguards to watch the night... I would like to accept Huairen's anger and save others from being innocent."

Ma Zhou, who had been pulled up to help a long time ago, sat opposite the bonfire, met Ling Jing's eyes, nodded slightly, and made a number.

Both of them are too familiar with Li Shan, and they have known Li Shan's style for a long time, but for such operations, if they are happy, they must be able to survive, and if they go around, they must not be saved.

After finishing a large bowl of chicken soup and eating several pieces of chicken, Li Shan finally recovered and struggled to get up, "Zhu Ba, Zhu Ba... take me to see the side with minor injuries."

Tonight there are many seriously wounded, and the lightly wounded can only be handled by Zhu Ba and Zhu Shitou, who followed him to transform into male nurses, but Li Shan is still a little worried and needs to check them one by one.

At this time, more than a dozen women from the village came in with bamboo baskets. Those who took refuge in the ancestral hall tonight were not only the lightly or seriously injured, but also those whose houses had collapsed or were forced to live here. Most of them were refugees. , There are also some newcomers brought by the Zhu clan, Su Dingfang, and Qi Laoliu.

Ma Zhou said in a low voice: "After this snow disaster, there will be no more..."

Tonight's rescue, Li Shan was the first to call out to help dig and carry people were Qi Laoliu's gang, and two of the Zhu clan members were picked out by Qi Laoliu himself.

Li Shan and his personal guards were busy for most of the night, treating, applying medicine, and dressing the wounded.

And the old people in the village also reciprocated, opened the ancestral hall for everyone to settle down, collected bedding, and boiled hot water for cooking.

Obviously, after this night, I dare not say that they are in perfect harmony, but there should be no more intrigues like Qi Laoliu plotting against Zhu Qi.

Or to put it more directly, Li Shan has actually controlled the entire Zhujiagou.

Ling Jing couldn't help but recall that he had talked with Li Shimin yesterday about Li Shan setting up the wounded barracks. What Li Shimin valued was the positive effect of the wounded barracks on the morale of the army, but Li Shan... Judging from tonight, he didn't think so much.

(End of this chapter)