Villager of Daming

Chapter 1182: Explaining All Status
The operation was quite successful. At least everyone was very dedicated in the suturing. It was not easy to find a living person like this to practice on.

The person being trained didn't feel much at first, it was local anesthesia, so it really wasn't painful.

However, the effect of the anesthetic eventually wore off, and when the tribesmen began to pack their luggage and prepare to eat, he began to groan.

"Why are you yelling? Now it looks like his leg and life are both saved. After that...it depends on whether we are willing to use medicine or not. Medicine is very expensive!

Don't move. Let me tell you, the needle in your hand, the tube on it, and the bottle with the medicine inside cannot be bought with money.

Think carefully about what you want to say to us. If it's good, I'll make you better. If it's bad, I'll give you... uh... a happy death."

A teenager from Xiaqiu Village expressed contempt for the injured soldiers, saying that the village had invested a lot, but some medicines could only be made in the laboratory.

The man who was shot and stabbed put the wooden stick that Zhao Yao kindly gave him into his mouth, so that he could feel better.

He looked shyly at the nine girls, seven from Xiaqiu Village, plus Xie Qiaoer and Xu Yihua, who participated in the process of removing the bullets.

It is definitely not like making a hole in the pants and then working within the area of ​​the hole, cutting it all off. Now he is bandaged and has no pants to wear, so he is just covered with a blanket.

The girls from Xiaqiu Village were not in any mood, and the other two didn't care either. They just stared at the injured parts and wanted to learn.

The fifth brother, Zhu Su, was the most excited: "Should we ask them to fight each other? Let's see how many wounded people need to be rescued?"

"Wouldn't it be better to have uninjured slaves? Oh! When we get to their tribe, we should have a chance to practice."

As Ling'er was speaking, she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the person who was biting the stick.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take down the stick: “Yes, the tribe that has gathered together is large, with many slaves, and there will always be slaves to be dealt with.

In tribes that can farm, a slave is not as good as a cow. Only if the female slaves are pretty will they be given some delicious food.

The slaves did not work well and were beaten. Some of them died from swollen wounds that bled and pus appeared.

As he said this he gasped in pain and quickly bit the stick, looking at Ling'er with pitiful eyes. He already knew that Ling'er was the most powerful.

Ling'er glanced at him and said, "As long as you confess well, you will not die. Our policy is to punish those who confess severely and those who resist even more severely. Hehehehehe..."

"Hehehehe..." Biting the stick obviously didn't delay anything, luckily he knew that this was a joke.

"I want to confess too." The leader who led the team suddenly found that he seemed to be of no value.

And he figured out that this girl had set a trap for him before. How bad! Too bad.

People in the tribe thought that the princes were nice, especially the children, who had already started eating popcorn sticks made from sorghum rice, which were crunchy, crispy and sweet.

It is obviously impossible to leave directly today, so the team set up camp and packed the luggage. After breakfast tomorrow morning, they will go to find the Ajiahan tribe.

Five hundred people were separated, and each person was taken care of by two people. They were asked questions, took notes, and were required to sign and put their fingerprints when the time came.

If it is too different from what others say, he will be allowed to explain it once.

……

At dinner in the evening, Jin Wang Zhu Gang glanced at his future Jin Wangfei and said, "Qiao'er, you want to learn medicine? When we get to other tribes, you can go in when we practice."

He acted magnanimously. When his woman saw other men doing something, he did not restrict her and was not jealous at all.

The seven girls from Xiaqiu Village are just like that! It is not shameful to cure illnesses and save lives.

Xie Qiao'er nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Your Highness. I'm thinking that in the future... um... if there are palace maids who are injured, it will save a lot of trouble if I help to heal them." "Me too!" Xu Yihua told Zhu Di that they were both still young and not old enough to get married.

But girls mature earlier than boys and start to think about how to consolidate their position in the future.

He had to know some medical skills, and could treat the palace maids and eunuchs when they were sick, or perform simple trauma treatment, which made it easier to win people's hearts.

Which prince would have only one woman? And the princess's status comes more from her father.

Even if she was the Crown Princess, Chang Yuchun had died. The marriage was arranged beforehand. Chang Yuchun still had many good brothers who were generals, and the Crown Princess had given birth to a son, so her position was stable.

Otherwise, even though she is the Princess of Jin and the Princess of Yan, the Prince of Jin and the Prince of Yan may not necessarily favor her. Other women can also cultivate their own people in the palace, and struggles are everywhere.

"Even if we respond to Tianfu, someone will get hurt accidentally. At that time, we will try to find female patients, and the men will be treated by others."

Zhu Di was more supportive and negotiated the conditions first. In fact, after arriving at the place, he also asked Xu Yihua to find female slaves to practice.

"Head of the village, you must find us a Qin Wangfei when you go back. Alas~~"

Zhu Chong couldn't stand seeing his two younger brothers showing off their affection, so he wanted to take a concubine, even though he already had palace maids serving him in bed.

The fifth oldest who was the most capable of stirring up trouble looked around and said, "It is most important to be close to Sister Ling'er. When I grow up and can take a concubine, I will tell her that if I want to maintain my position, I must get the approval of Xiaqiu Village."

"You're the only one who talks too much, eat your food!" Ling'er glared at him.

"Okay!" Zhu Su ate the eggplant with minced meat. This time it was not steamed but fried, and it was also very fragrant.

People in the Chahahan tribe also think it tastes good. The key lies in the seasoning. They simply don't have access to so many seasonings.

Most of the seasonings nowadays are medicinal materials, and some need to be imported from outside. Even the star anise and cinnamon that were available in the Ming Dynasty could not be brought to the Northeast because they are not crops from the Northeast at all.

As for the fish caught with a net from the nearby river today, the locals only used cooking wine when stewing it. Have they ever thought about adding wine to fish?

The prisoners ate only scraps, fish heads, fish tails, bad meat from animals, old eggplants, and shriveled cowpeas.

Basically, the garden has been abandoned. The Chahahan tribe has managed to grow some vegetables with great difficulty, but now there are so many people, they will all be eaten up. Once they leave tomorrow, only their houses and other belongings will be left behind.

……

The next day the sun rose and it did not rain, which was good for the wound recovery. The man who was shot ate dumpling soup, and no one had the time to make hemp noodles for him, which was a snack from Xi'an Prefecture, or Shaanxi.

I guess they just didn't have any good tools. They just kneaded the dough, pinched off some and made it into small pieces, then put them in the pot to cook.

The same goes for the dumpling soup. Use chopsticks to stir the noodles with water and put them into the pot little by little.

"It hurts so much, I can't stand it. Do you have any more medicine? It won't hurt so much after you take it. I've said everything I need to say. If you don't believe me, ask others. I didn't lie."

The wounded endured the pain and finished the dumpling soup, begging, "It hurts so much!" Even if the medicine was changed, it didn't matter.

We fed him some poppy paste at midnight yesterday. It has a good pain-relieving effect. If it is extracted, morphine will be even better. The team has it, but they didn't give it to him.

"What did you do earlier? Want to take medicine after dinner? I'll give you some anesthetic first, and then you can think about it. Is there anything you missed? Let's go."

Ling'er didn't plan to continue giving the other person poppy ointment. She could feed him other medicines and give him a local anesthesia. His leg was already swollen and it looked really painful.

The team has started to move forward, and the scouts have run at least thirty miles, and the destination is clear.

(End of this chapter)