In Linhai County, not far from the Nancheng Gate, more than a dozen houses were penetrated, and the other houses were closed, with only a gate open in the middle, and the threshold was specially removed, so that flatbed cars could enter and exit at will.

A gourd was hung obliquely on the wall on the left side of the gate. Pedestrians passing by were looking respectfully as they passed by. Two and a half-year-old children walked over with bamboo baskets in difficulty. Two people walked into the doorman on the right, smiling and saying a few words, but the child insisted on pushing the bamboo basket in.

"The people of the county all call the young grandmother a Guanyin descending to earth." Zhou Ze looked at Qian Yuan with no expression on his face. "General Qi moved to Ningbo Prefecture, and they were all local soldiers or village warriors in Taizhou. Many people were sent to save them. Neighbors often gave gifts, but the young grandmother had never confiscated them."

"It's been more than a month, and there are still many wounded soldiers?" Yang Wen, who followed Qian Yuan to Beijing, was a little surprised.

"Although Xu Hai retreated, a small group of Japanese pirates often invaded the coastal areas." Liang Sheng, a local who returned to Taizhou early, explained: "It was the day before yesterday that Huangyan County sent more than a dozen injured local heroes."

"It's also a magical person. People say that they can't keep their right arm. As a result, the young lady must be able to keep it, but it really saved it!" Zhou Ze said, "So the people in the county say that the young lady is Guanyin who descended to earth, and she is also Qianjie Guanyin."

Qian Yuan couldn't help laughing, and walked to the door a few steps and looked at the basket. It contained bacon, mushrooms, fungus, dried fish, etc., which should be all New Year's goods prepared by the people's homes.

"Please take it." Qian Yuan waved his hand. The gatekeeper was also a guard of the Qian family before, but later he was injured and could not go to the battlefield and stayed to guard the house.

Liang Sheng took the bamboo basket one by one, Yang Wen took out two silver horns from his arms and stuffed them, "My young master is busy, and I'm giving you the silver rewards for the New Year in advance."

Qian Yuan walked in. There was an open land in front of him, with wounded people walking slowly on the wall, a doctor holding a medicine pot in a hurry, and a few guys sat there basking in the sun and talking about how many Japanese pirates were cut down.

However, these people were either standing or sitting at the edge. There were some clothes drying racks on the open space in the middle, covered with white cotton cloth. Qian Yuan walked forward a few steps and heard familiar sounds.

"How many times have I said it? Wash it clean and cook it before it can be used for drying, and dry it before it can be used!"

"It rained some time ago, and the sun was good today. I took it out and cooked it and put it on the dry!"

The breeze blew away the hanging cotton cloth. From the gap, Qian Yuan saw his wife wearing a white cotton coat and a homemade mask hanging on her face. Her voice was crisp and pleasant. The servants and women around him were all nodding.

I am really used to it. I have to wear white clothes... I am not afraid of others saying that this era is a piece of white clothes that is worn by funeral rituals.

"It is said that the young grandma is wearing white clothes, which can force the black Wuchang to retreat and connect with Bai Wuchang. Even if one foot steps into the gate of hell, the young grandma can still pull it back." Liang Sheng whispered that he is a local from Taizhou and respects Xiaoqi the most after this.

"Miss, Miss." A woman in white also rushed over, "Ding Si is thrusting again, and she can't even move her teeth."

Xiaoqi immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the house on the right. The servants around him dispersed, and the wounded men who were joking were silent.

Qian Yuan also stood there silently, and after a while, he forced a smile, "Is that Qingwen?"

"Yes." Zhou Ze whispered: "One left to serve the old lady in the government office, and the other three are here."

"Where did the others come from?" Qian Yuan walked to the other ward, "It seems that he saw your sister-in-law also?"

"Yes, at first, the injured brothers in Sanmen Town were sent back to Linhai, but two were gone that night. The young grandmother brought Xiren and Qingwen bandaged and applied medicine." Zhou Ze explained: "On the next day, the young grandmother summoned the family to protect her family, and the servants from the family came to help. Later, the county doctor and the common people also came to help."

Qian Yuan nodded, stood at the door of a room and looked at it for a few times. There was not much space and three beds were placed, but they were cleaned up very cleanly. A window was smashed out, but it was covered with black cloth, making the light look very dark.

"Liang Sheng?" The injured man lying on the bed caught a glimpse of Liang Sheng, smiled and stood up and greeted, "You are lucky. You have cut off so many Japanese pirates' heads, but they are not hurt at all. Xialiang Township has caused a sensation, and your grandfather has opened a ancestral hall to worship his ancestors."

"Lying down." Liang Sheng rushed forward and held the wounded a few steps, "Be careful to hold the wound up, and then turn around and need medicine."

"It's okay!" the wounded laughed and said, "Before I was sent, I asked me to pick a Feng Shui treasure land for me, but now I can't use it."

The wounded man on the next bed yelled: "That was the Thousand-Handed Guanyin who saved you, otherwise you would not be able to save your hand!"

"That's right, the young lady of Qian's family is so compassionate. Huang Yan saved so many people just from Linhai!"

"Liang Sheng, you are still vicious and you are a disciple of Mr. Qian. Maybe you can still gain a background in the future!"

"It is said that you cut eighteen Japanese pirates' heads in Jiaxing Mansion. Is it true?"

"Of course it's true, but this is nothing." Liang Sheng said with a spit on his face: "Eighteen heads can't even rank in the top ten in the guards."

"The Qian family's guards are really good at fighting. It is said that if Mr. Qian hadn't brought the guards to Jiaxing this time, I'm afraid..."

At this time, a female voice rang outside, and Xiangling, who was carrying a small box, shouted angrily: "I've changed the dressing... I still have the strength to chat!"

The three wounded immediately closed their mouths. Obviously, nurses of this era do not pay attention to gentle service.

"Young Master?" After pulling Hei Bu away, Xiangling discovered Qian Yuan and stuttered: "Young Master, I... Young Grandma..."

The three wounded people turned their heads in surprise and looked at Qian Yuan standing behind Liang Sheng. Is this the famous Songjiang Qian Zhancai?

Over the past month, Qian Yuan's reputation in Zhejiang Province has been heard by everyone in the capital of women and children. Whether it is civil and military officials, literati have criticized Ruan Yingjian for being incompetent in public, and praised Qian Zhancai for turning the tide. In the army, Qian Yuan's reputation is even more prosperous, and even the rural brave men in Huangyan County have been heard by him.

"Do your thing." Qian Yuan pointed to the medicine box on the table, smiled gently and turned around and went out.

"Be gentle, be gentle..." The Huangyan Township Yong muttered while crying out the pain, "It doesn't look scary, it's actually a famous broom star..."

"It is said that there are thousands of Japanese pirates who died at his hands. Now General Qi has gone to Ningbo Prefecture, but with the rich man here, Taizhou will definitely be fine."

Qian Yuan walked around and saw Zhang San, who was pale but had no movement.

"Young Master, I'm finally back!" Zhang San knelt down and saluted, "I just heard the news from the government office and knew that the young master was here..."

"Get up." Yang Wen pulled Zhang San hard and hugged her, "I know it's amazing this time. Will you dare to be lazy in training in the future?"

"Brother Zhang lost a lot this time, thirty taels of silver for a head level. How many heads have we cut in Jiaxing this time..."

"Okay, the more he said he felt uncomfortable." Qian Yuan laughed and scolded Zhang San, patting Zhang San's shoulder, "Has the injury healed?"

Zhang San waved his arm, "It's been a long time ago, but unfortunately Xu Hai escaped quickly, otherwise he would have rushed to Jiaxing Mansion to chop off a few heads."

"When I was in Shangyu, everyone was going to burn paper money for you." Yang Wen smiled and said, "Stop busy, the young master said, you will make the first contribution this time, and you will be counted as the heads of twenty Japanese pirates."

"Young Master Xie."

Qian Yuan grabbed Zhang San, who was about to kneel down and kowtow to thank him, asked casually: "How is this?"

"What?"

"How many wounded people were sent, how many died, how many lived, how many disabled?"

Zhang San was the first to follow Qian Yuan. Knowing his habit, he took out a booklet from his arms, "In a month and a half, about 300 wounded soldiers were sent, more than 70% of them survived, and 50% had recovered. The rest could not go to the battlefield anymore."

In other words, the mortality rate is more than 20%, and the disability rate is also 20%. Qian Yuan calculated in his mind that this data is much better than those battles two years ago.

In this era, ordinary soldiers are injured on the battlefield, and basic medical treatment is difficult to guarantee. In many cases, they have to rely on themselves to resist. If they can survive, they can survive. If they cannot survive, they will have a dead end. It can ensure that 50% of the injured can recover. This is a very good data.

Of course, these were the wounded people sent here, and they died on the battlefield before they could be sent... That was too many. Qian Yuan began to wonder whether Xiaoqi's medical office could be expanded, and even trained some emergency rescuers.

"Grandma, you really don't go and see it. Who knows what the old lady will say..."

"That's right, Miss, the young master must be here to see you. Come and have a meeting first?"

Xiaoqi, who was a little tired but energetic, curled his lips and said nothing, just tiring off the dried cotton cloth. These are consumables and the daily usage is not small.

The last piece of cotton cloth was pulled off, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Xiaoqi suddenly retreated and the clothes rack behind him fell down.

"Young Master." Xiren stopped after a step, looked at Qian Yuan hesitantly and worriedly, "Young Master, Young Grandma..."

Before Qian Yuan could speak, a white shadow was thrown over, grabbed it and shook it away, and said with a smile: "Thousand-handed Guanyin, go back and get beaten!"

Xiaoqi glared at Qian Yuan with a slanted eyes, muttering slightly as if he was smiling and angry. Just as he was about to come over, suddenly the ward on the right became noisy again.
Chapter completed!