Rebirth Era's Petite Wife

Chapter 220 217 Ginseng Yangrong Pills

Opposite the rice noodle shop is a residential area, most of which are bungalows, densely packed. At the moment, there are many people around the entrance of the alley. They are all young students, wearing green military uniforms, red badges and red armbands, and immature faces. No longer naive, but full of miserliness.

The other residents watched from a distance, their faces were full of panic, and they sighed a few times from time to time, but no one dared to come forward.

Surrounded by the students are a pile of books and ancient paintings, all of which are thread-bound books. Judging from the appearance of those books, the year is not too short, not less than a hundred years, the paper is yellowed, and there are a few places that have been destroyed. Except for the moth-eaten places, these books have no wrinkles at all. It is conceivable how much the owner of the books loves them.

It’s just that these ancient books with a long history are swallowed by ruthless flames at this moment. The blue flames are like waves, sweeping through the paintings and calligraphy bit by bit, and the pale yellow pages instantly turn gray. When the wind blows away, it is like incense ash, flying in the air until it falls into the dust.

"my book!"

An old man with a clear face and gray hair was so anxious that he wanted to rush forward to fight the fire, but streaks of blood appeared in his eye sockets, which soon covered his thin face, making him look a bit ferocious.

"Dad, please stop making trouble, you don't think about yourself, you also think about your children, I beg you!"

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pulled the old man hard, begging him hoarsely.

The old man paused, and turned his head slowly. When he saw the little granddaughter who was trembling with fear, and the grandson whose face was resentful that his daughter-in-law held him back from rushing forward, his heart was like a thousand times. It's like a knife is rolling, and every knife is gnawing at his heart!
"puff!'

The old man's eyes darkened, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell straight down.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

The middle-aged man wearing glasses grabbed the old man and screamed in fright, but the old man didn't respond, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was like gold paper, and he looked like he was not well.

"grandfather!"

The boy and girl next to him also rushed up, weeping. The boy was at most as old as Han Sili. Although he was young, he was extremely bloody. He wiped away his tears, and suddenly rushed towards the students.

"You bad guys, you pay my grandpa!"

The boy was like a little leopard, at such a fast speed that he knocked the female student closest to him to the ground, and fell to the ground. The female student was furious, and when she got up, she grabbed the boy and started beating her , the few male students next to him probably wanted to be courteous, so they also came to beat the boy, punching and kicking him.

The poor boy was only seven or eight years old, how could he stand up to the beatings of these fifteen or sixteen year olds, his head was bleeding in a short while.

"Don't hit the child, please, please hit me, don't hit my child!"

The middle-aged woman rushed forward anxiously to save her son, but was stopped by another group of students. The middle-aged woman could only watch her son being beaten, kowtowed to these students anxiously, her head hurt Bleeding from knocking, but these teenagers are all as hard-hearted as they are indifferent.

The middle-aged man also wanted to save the child, but how could he fight against these half-grown boys alone, and he was beaten black and blue in a short while. The family looked really pitiful, and the residents in the distance all showed sympathy, but Still no one dared to reach out.

Han Siwu was filled with righteous indignation, his black and thin face was full of resentment, and he said angrily: "So many people bully the elderly and children, it is really lawless!"

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to stop him, and Han Sigui who was next to him also wanted to go up. What martial arts practitioners dislike most is bullying the few and the strong bullying the weak. How can they ignore it when they see it!

"stop!"

In order to stop them, Han De looked very serious, which was different from his usual jovial smile.

"Uncle Fifteen, if you don't go, that little boy will be beaten to death!" Han Siwu was anxious.

Zhu Siya was also very angry, Shi Guangshan was born as a disciple of Shaolin layman, and he was more particular about chivalry, although she only stayed with Shi Guangshan for two months, but this chivalrous spirit was always in her heart.

Seeing that Han De was trying to stop Han Siwu from saving someone, he couldn't help getting angry: "You don't want to save yourself, why stop us? Coward!"

Shen Jiao and Han Defu are teaching this girl how to read and write recently. Although her literacy is not as quick as her martial arts, she still memorized a lot of words, and the coward is one of them.

Han Dewei snorted disdainfully, picked up some small stones on the ground, and whispered to them: "You guys are going to rush up like this, what's the use of it? If you don't make it well, you will cause trouble for the village. Look, you can teach people a lesson." It is a master to be so unaware!"

After speaking, he shook his hand slightly, and a stone bounced very quickly towards the ass of the female student who beat him the most.

"Ouch, who shot me with a slingshot?"

The female student jumped up with her ass in her hands, searched around, but couldn't even see a ghost. She was so angry that she cursed and spoke Mandarin, but she was not a local.

Han Dexing and Han Defu also picked up a lot of small stones. They hid in the dark, and a small stone popped up from time to time. Han Sigui and Han Siwu also followed suit, went to another place, picked up stones and shot them. .

The skill of throwing stones is something that children of the Han family, regardless of gender, have to practice since they were young. There are many mountains and stones in the village, and they can practice it anytime and anywhere. Therefore, all the children of the Han family have the ability to throw stones with one hand. Seven or eight out of ten times are easy.

All of a sudden, the dozen or so students in front of them were just like that master dancer, jumping like crazy, with several big bumps on their faces and bodies, which was really relieving to see.

Both Zhu Siya and Shen Jiaoju were jealous, but they didn't know how to throw stones, so they could only watch Han Defu and the others show their skills.

The group of students also understood at this moment that some masters had made a move in secret. Thinking of the legend about the folk customs in Huaxin County that they heard before, they couldn't help becoming frightened. Looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the ground, they were almost burned, and a dozen people left in a hurry. .

After these students left, the residents in the distance dared to step forward and helped the middle-aged man carry the unconscious old man and the bleeding boy to their homes.

Qi Huamin stood beside Shen Jiao, and suddenly said: "This old man is so angry that he hurts his heart. I'm afraid it will be more or less ominous!"

Zhu Siya worriedly said: "It's really pitiful, I don't know if I can survive it?"

Qi Huarong frowned slightly, with a look of pity on his face: "This old man has suffered a lot. Even if he survives, if he doesn't take medicine to support him, his life span will be greatly reduced. And that boy, I don't know if he has any internal injuries. Really? What a pity!"

"If you really feel sorry for that family, just send some medicine there, don't just talk about it." Han Defu choked.

Qi Huarong was not angry, and smiled and said: "My brother and I have exactly this intention. It happens that we still have some wound medicine on us, and we will send it to their home later. It's a pity that we only have wound medicine. If someone has ginseng to nourish the body The pill will be fine, the old man's body is too weak, and the ginseng Yangrong pill can replenish his body."

"By the way, sister Shen, I remember that the ginseng Yangrong Wan in your Jimintang is very famous!" Qi Huarong looked at Shen Jiao with a smile.

　There are 918 monthly tickets, today is the 23rd, and at the end of the month, Lao Yang has to yell a few words, ask for tickets and subscriptions, and there is no problem with adding, everyone, rest assured!
　　muah!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)