Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 1040 The familiar short needle

  The Su family sent housekeepers and escorts to send Man Bao and Bai Shan back. They went back in their own carriage, and Da Ji drove the car.

  Waiting to Changqing Lane, the butler behind took down piles of fabrics and boxes of gift boxes from his car, and led the guards in.

  Bai Shan and Man Bao didn't care much about it, and let Liu Gui, who had come out, to deal with it.

  Mr. Zhuang also only glanced at it and knew that things were going well today. Seeing that the two disciples were covered in blood, he waved his hand and said, "Let’s go wash first."

  Man Bao and Mr. Bai Shanchong went to the backyard to take a shower and rinse.

  Steward Su looked at all of this and went to meet Mr. Zhuang with a smile on his face.

  Mr. Zhuang also smiled at him and stepped forward to entertain him.

  Man Bao washed his hair and took a bath again. Aunt Rong boiled them with wormwood, which happened to relieve their bad luck.

  Man Bao wiped his hair, but it was still not dry for the time being, and it didn’t matter, he just put on his clothes and went out with his hair loose.

  Bai Shan is the same.

  As soon as the two of them sat in the yard, Baijiro sat next to them, holding their chins on them, looking at them, as if they wanted to hear the story.

  The two ignored him, they took the noodles brought by Aunt Rong and ate them, and asked as they ate, "Have you all eaten?"

   "Coincidentally, you just cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks before you came back," Bai Erlang said: "Then Duke Pi is also stingy, didn't even give you dinner?"

  Man Bao only then remembered this, and raised his head and said: "I remember, Mrs. Su and the prince didn't seem to have dinner."

  Bai Shan nodded.

  The two looked down at the hot noodles. They both thought they were a bit pitiful, so they bowed their heads and took a big bite.

  Mr. Zhuang sent away the steward Su and came in and saw two disciples eating noodles with disheveled hairs, while the other was sitting opposite them with his chin in a daze.

  Mr. Zhuang first trained the two of them, “The clothes don’t look exactly like what they are, and it’s not allowed next time.”

  Man Bao glanced down at his clothes and said, "Sir, the clothes are neat."

Mr. Zhuang looked at her messy head.

  Bai Shan smiled and said, "Sir, this is not a crown."

  Mr. Zhuang glanced at him, shook his head and then sat down, and asked after they had finished eating, "What happened?"

  Man Baolai replied naturally about the rescue. She reported the blood transfusion and Su Jian's pulse, indicating that he would be half alive if he woke up at noon tomorrow.

  Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, but he was curious about another point, "There are only four kinds of blood in the world? Wouldn't the blood of every four people blend together?"

"No, there are more than four types, but they can be roughly divided into four types. There are very few rare blood types. I don't know how to divide them." Man Bao thought for a while and said, "Even if they are of the same type. In fact, there is a certain risk of blood blending in the body. Therefore, the best way to replenish blood is to rely on self-made blood. For example, the blood replenishment prescription prescribed by the Taiyuan Hospital is very good. One of them is..."

  Mr. Zhuang stopped her endless talk, and continued his own question, "Is it useless for that drop of blood to recognize relatives? The blood of every four people can blend together, then..."

"..." Man Bao corrected himself after a moment of silence: "Sir, not every four people's blood can blend in the water, but everyone's blood can finally blend in the blood. It's just a matter of time. That's it."

  Mr. Zhuang: "...Is that so?"

  "Not only human and human blood can blend, but human and chicken blood, sheep's blood, and cow's blood should also blend together. Hey, we can try it tomorrow."

  Bai Shan felt a little pain in his fingertips.

   Knowing nothing, Shirajiro asked enthusiastically, "How to try?"

"Let's go to the vegetable market and see whose newly killed sheep, take a drop of blood into it, and then we can drop a drop of our own blood into it." Man Bao said, happier, "You can also talk to Aunt Rong, the kitchen If you kill a chicken and call me, I will try some fresh chicken blood."

  Shirajiro nodded happily, "Okay, okay."

  Bai Shan stared at him, only thinking that he was a fool, "take your blood?"

  Bai Erlang's face stiffened, and he asked, "How to take it? I, I don't use the knife."

"No knife." Manbao's utensils had not been cleaned yet, so the things were still in the back basket. She dragged it over in the back basket and showed him a short needle. Bleeding."

  Mr. Zhuang squinted at the short needle in her hand.

  Shirajiro leaned over to look, blinked, "Why do I think this short needle is familiar?"

  Man Bao blinked, retracted the short needle, tilted his head and said, "Is there? It might be because it looks a bit like the needles I often use."

  White Jiro finally remembered, he jumped up and said: "No, this is the needle you pierced us into bleeding, the needle that hurts especially, I remember it all my life..."

  Man Bao picked up the basket and said: "Sir, I went to the back kitchen to clean the utensils. Maybe I will use it tomorrow."

   Run away after talking.

  Bai Erlang was mad, and seeing Bai Shan's face indifferent, he turned his head and glared at him, "You know, you all lie to me!"

  Bai Shan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him and said: "I only found out today, and what are you angry about, you had blood once, and I was stabbed three times."

   Baijiro thought about it, but finally remembered that Baishan had one more time than him.

Mr. Zhuang beside    coughed heavily, and the two of them remembered that Mr. Zhuang seemed to have been pierced.

  The two lowered their heads silently, afraid to speak.

  Man Bao put the things in the pot and soaked in water. Feeling that their anger should be almost gone, he ran back.

  Mr. Zhuang, they have already made tea, and they are waiting for her alone.

  Man Bao happily, ran up to sit in her own position, and Bai Shanshun poured her a cup of tea.

  Mr. Zhuang took a sip of his tea and asked, “My little father-in-law was injured, how could their family find Man Bao here?”

  This is naturally to ask Bai Shan.

  This is also one of the purposes for Bai Shan to follow.

He said: "Today Su Jian and Du Yu were playing polo in the eastern outskirts of the racecourse. In the end, they fought for the field. They played a game first. During the game, the two faced each other and attacked each other. Su Jian He was hit by Du Yu and fell to the horse. For some reason, there were nails embedded in the soles of his shoes. When he hung on the horse, the nails hit the horse's belly and the horse went crazy."

"The prince went to join in the fun at the time, and he rescued Su Jian back to Piguo's mansion, and then asked the imperial physician to treat him. The chief physician was Ji imperial physician. The imperial physician irritated the prince, and the prince slashed the imperial physician in anger. , The attending officer became the deputy physician Zheng." Bai Shan said: "The physician Zheng is not sure than the physician, so he quietly asked someone to return to the Jishitang to invite the treasurer Zheng. I guess the Zheng family had such a physician, and he must be reluctant to bear it. Just fold it inside, knowing that Manbao is good for hemostasis, so Manbao was called."

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "It's still too dangerous."

  Bai Shan nodded in agreement.

Good night

  (End of this chapter)