The cooking color is delicious, general, don't bite me

Chapter 8
Meng Fuling was a little worried, this person's whereabouts are unknown, how should I deal with it?If left here, she would definitely lose too much blood and die, and she couldn't get away with it.

After thinking about it for a while, she still decided to wake him up first, and went to call Mrs. Xue to help carry him back.

"Fu Ling, what happened? Who is he?" Seeing the blood-stained man lying on the ground, Mrs. Xue was shocked.

When Meng Fuling told Xue Shi what had happened, she, who was kind by nature, felt that since her daughter knocked him out, she couldn't let it go.

The two of them worked together to carry him back to the thatched hut. As soon as he put him on the bed, Mrs. Xue asked, "Do you want to invite a doctor?"

"Bandage the wound first, and then go to the city to ask for a doctor tomorrow." Meng Fuling shook her head. She couldn't trust the quack doctors in the village, and it was too late to go to the city.

After she finished speaking, she was about to take off the man's clothes, but when Xue saw this, she hurriedly stopped her and said, "No, Fu Ling, men and women can't kiss each other."

"If you don't take off your clothes, how do you deal with the wound?" Meng Fuling laughed, the so-called defense between men and women was ridiculous to her.

Xue choked, paused for a while, and then said, "Then I, I'll come, I'm old, it doesn't matter."

Seeing Xue's face turning pale, Meng Fuling dared to let her intervene?He only asked her to help boil some hot water, and then took off the man's clothes.

In the process of undressing, Meng Fuling found a heavy purse on him.

She didn't even look at it, but put her purse aside, and concentrated on helping him clean up the wound. Even though his figure was impeccable, she didn't have any other thoughts.

On the other hand, Mrs. Xue came back from boiling hot water, picked up the man's knife, but didn't know where to put it, "Fu Ling, where do you want to put this knife?"

Hearing this, Meng Fuling glanced at the knife, then pointed to the corner, "This knife is good for chopping firewood, but we just need a knife for chopping firewood."

Because of Meng Fuling's words, a treasured sword that has followed its master in countless bloody battles and cut off countless enemies' heads has been reduced to a machete.

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Early the next morning, seeing that the man was still unconscious, Meng Fuling asked Lian Dahui to help him find a doctor in the city.

And Lian Dahui, who caused Meng Fuling to be slandered because of his wrong words, felt very sorry, and with the mentality of paying off, he drove the bullock cart into the city without saying a word.

Before the doctor came, Meng Fuling ate breakfast, greeted Mrs. Xue, and took a bamboo basket to dig some wild amaranth.

This kind of wild vegetable is also called blood-enriching vegetable, and it is the best food for people who are seriously injured and bleeding too much.

As soon as she walked to the path outside the thatched house, she saw a group of yamen servants rushing aggressively, and the person escorted to lead the way was Mrs. Zhu.

This kind of situation was expected by Meng Fuling, it was unthinkable to find her so soon, it seems that Mrs. Zhu left her place yesterday, and took her things to the county magistrate's mansion not long after.

"It's her, it's this little bitch, she gave it to me!" Seeing that Meng Fuling was safe and sound, Mrs. Zhu was so angry that she almost vomited blood, and yelled angrily with her mouth crooked.

Meng Fuling ignored Mrs. Zhu, and when they approached, she pretended to be puzzled and asked the yamen servant why he came.

The yamen servant would not explain it to her, so he wanted to take her down.

When Xue heard the movement, she rushed out of the house, "Fu Ling, Fu Ling, please let Fu Ling go."

Meng Fuling winked at Xue Shi, "Mother, I'm fine, take care of my family first, I'll be back soon."

She was very helpless, she made it very clear last night, but when Mrs. Xue cared about it, she became chaotic.

(End of this chapter)