Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 16 Top Green Tea, Online Revenge

He closed the front and back doors, hurriedly put the water bowl on the stone mill, and hurried to knock on the door of his room.

A moment later, the door opened.

The boy's figure was stretched by the moonlight.

His eyes were as calm as water, looking at him as usual.

Jing Zhao saw that his hand was empty, without the cold dagger he saw just now.

Jing Zhao closed his eyes and pretended that he had made a mistake.

"Are you okay?" Jing Zhao pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I opened your small vault and moved your inventory from the warehouse to here." Aning narrated calmly, retreating to make way for Jing Zhao to see clearly.

Jing Zhao laughed, it was hard for him to come up with tricks in this critical moment.

"Fortunately, you are smart, otherwise I will suffer a lot of losses in this wave."

Hearing Jing Zhao's praise, the young man secretly bent the corner of his mouth very shallowly, this movement was so light that Jing Zhao didn't notice it.

The two hummed and moved the grain back to the warehouse, and now they are playing one game: the most dangerous place is the safest.

An Feng searched his warehouse and found nothing, so he must not have thought that they moved the things away first, and now they have moved them back.

Ah Ning had just moved out by himself, and although there were two of them now, the young man's face was still sweating a lot. He sat on the threshold, secretly clutching his abdomen with his left hand.

Jing Zhao saw something strange at a glance, Ah Ning's face was too pale.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

"No problem." Aning clapped his hands away, "I'm going to sleep."

He said he got up and wanted to leave, but he staggered and fell to the ground within two steps.

"A-Ning!!" Jing Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him in his arms. He touched the warm liquid in his hand, and when he picked up the palm, it turned out to be blood!

Jing Zhao immediately unbuttoned his robe, and a two-finger-wide, one-foot-long wound appeared in front of the boy's abdomen.The wound was messily entangled with some cloth strips, and the blood kept oozing out.There were faint signs of pus on the edge of the wound.

Jing Zhao frowned, this little bastard, he didn't tell him about such a serious injury!He picked him up and kicked open the door of Ah Fu's room.

"Get up for me!"

Ah Fu woke up when Anfeng and the others came to make trouble, but he kept silent.Now Jing Zhao kicked in the door suddenly, and was taken aback.

Jing Zhao carefully put Ah Ning on the bed, and Ah Fu who was already on the bed was squeezed into a corner.

"What are you doing? It's still not bright."

Jing Zhao said, "A-Ning is injured, please help him quickly."

Ah Fu looked reluctant, it was this kid who caused him to lose a toe during the day.Fainting here now is the present report!

He also helped him heal?What a spring and autumn dream!
Ah Fu pretended to be serious, first looked at his wound, deliberately poked it hard twice, and checked his pulse.Sighing, he said quietly, "I'm not going to survive, so dig a hole and bury it."

Jing Zhao's face instantly collapsed, and he looked at him with gloomy and dark eyes.His aura is also very strong, although not as good as Ah Ning, but it is more than enough to deal with Ah Fu.

"Are you cured or not?" This seems to be a question on the surface.In fact, if Ah Fu's answer is no, Jing Zhao promises that he will dig a hole in the back mountain as Ah Fu said, but the person who is buried must be Ah Fu.

Ah Fu shrank his neck, "Well..." He hesitated.

Cure, I definitely don't want to cure it!But as the old saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Ah Fu caught his pulse again, and probed for a moment, "Pen, ink."

Jing Zhao immediately moved a small square table and put it in front of him, then handed the pen and ink to him, Ah Fu raised the pen and wrote down a few medicine names on the table.

"Knife." He said again.

Jing Zhao groped for a moment on Ah Ning, then found the dagger on his back and handed it to Ah Fu.

Ah Fu was furious when he saw this dagger!

It was this culprit who made him crippled! !

Ah Fu slashed at the wound with a knife, without any spare strength, it was extremely ruthless.

Aning, who was in a coma, gave a soft warning, the boy frowned, and sweat dripped down.

Jing Zhao hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and said to Ah Fu, "Be gentle."

Ah Fu raised his eyes and looked at him in his busy schedule: "If you don't take it lightly, if you don't get rid of the carrion, he will die."

After working for a while, Ah Fu took out a pill from his gourd, crushed it into powder in his hands, and sprinkled it on the wound.

Ah Fu thought to himself, as long as he has salt now, he must sprinkle a handful on this little bastard's wound!
His medicine was very effective, when the powder was sprinkled on the wound, the bleeding stopped immediately.He said again, "cloth."

Jing Zhao took another clean white cloth.

Ah Fu wrapped up the wound, and casually took some rags to wipe his hands. "Take the medicine three times a day, clean the wound once a day, and change a new cloth every day. Within five days, it will be fine."

Jing Zhao thought to himself, what panacea?Such a deep wound can heal in five days, isn't that a hell? !As expected, this fellow only had some nonsense on his body.

He replied with a smile on his face, "Thanks for your hard work, Doctor Afu."

Jing Zhao looked at the prescription on the table and wrote it down secretly. After wiping the table with a rag, he carried Ah Ning on his back, "I won't disturb your rest, I'll go first."

Ah Fu rolled his eyes, and a black belly flashed across the baby's face.

"Little boss." He called Jing Zhao to stop.

"Do you know how your little fellow was injured?"

Jing Zhao was stunned for a moment, then turned around, "What do you want to say?"

"The wound on his abdomen is two fingers wide and one finger deep. It is more than six inches long. Only a double-axe can pierce such a wound. As far as I know, these double-axes are all soldiers' weapons in the army."

As he spoke, Ah Fu raised his head and took a look. Seeing Jing Zhao's silent voice, he continued:

"He has calluses on his jaw, calluses on his palms and fingertips, and thick calluses on his middle finger and little finger, which means that he not only holds a weapon, but also a pen. If I'm not mistaken, the weapon he uses is a sword."

"Little boss, there are not many people in this army who can hold a sword and a pen." He stared at Jing Zhao with a smile.

This fox-like face is only short of writing the words "I'm here to break up this family" on his face.

Jing Zhao stared at him for a moment.What kind of identity is Aning, when he wakes up, he will naturally tell himself if he wants.

But Ah Fu seems to have seen through it, and said these words with the mentality of watching a play, which just made him feel uncomfortable!

Jing Zhao said indifferently, "It's rare to see people like Dr. A Fu who observe meticulously."

After the words fell, Jing Zhao snorted coldly, turned around and went out the door.

Behind him, Ah Fu showed a triumphant smile.

The next day.

It was just dawn, and as soon as Jing Zhao went out, he saw Qing pacing in front of his door, as if looking for him, but he was worried and didn't dare to knock on the door.

"What's wrong?" Jing Zhao asked, yawning.

Last night, when he carried Ah Ning back to the house, he had a fever, and the high fever never subsided. Jing Zhao cooked medicine for him, added some pain-relieving herbs, and fed him.After taking care of her overnight, Ah Ning just had a fever.

Jing Zhao was also about to wash his face and rest for a while.I don't want to run into Qing.

"Grandpa...my mother seems to be suffering from the disease..." She had a painful face, and couldn't help the tears rolling down as she spoke.

(End of this chapter)