"Uncle Kang has the medicine. Brother, you must handle it carefully. You will still have to hold a pen in the future."
"It's okay, it's a minor injury." Yan Xiangheng wanted to take his hand back, but failed to pull it back after two attempts.
Just... gave up.
Yan Yu pulled him to the donkey and found a jar from the bag.
Once the seal is opened.
The smell of alcohol wafted out.
There was not much alcohol left, and Yan Yu poured it in without hesitation.
The pain made Yan Xiangheng wince.
I used two small jars to clean the injured area on Yan Xiangheng's hand.
Then let him go.
"Brother, go find Uncle Kang!"
Being stared at with good eyes by the waiter, Yan Xiangheng had no choice but to turn to where Kang Yinli was in the distance and walk quickly in the wind and snow.
…
This raid is coming to an end.
You guys learn to do last-hitting from the brothers in Xiaoan Village.
Some of them have already been repaired, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you insert one more knife. The people of Xiao'an Village have even learned the skill of marking themselves to confirm the number of enemies they have killed.
Hu Er chuckled and retrieved the arrow he shot.
They are all good brothers in the same group. If there are too many or too few, there is no need to take it too seriously. If the credit is given to him, he will take over. It doesn't matter if it doesn't count.
But Xiaoan Village has a very good foundation, and its accounts are particularly clear.
After walking around, no one relied on him, and the big guys didn't count who was in the front and who was behind. Everyone felt that it was fair to divide according to the number of people they contributed.
A small number of people in the militia have not yet recovered.
Huju was often harmed by the Beirong. As the backbone of the family, it was not like they had never fought with the Beirong with real swords and guns. They had bullied the whole family, so they couldn't stick their necks out and wait for death.
Huju men are not ischemic.
But it was the first time for the big guy to take the initiative to provoke Beirong like this.
I was really told by the waiter of the Yan family that I couldn't hold back my anger. Now when I think about it, are I afraid? Not really. I just feel happy and a little bit hopeful...
The main reason is that the people in Xiao'an Village have been talking about it and settling the accounts as if no one else was around. They still can't understand it, so they go back and forth to settle the accounts.
How many cattle and sheep can be divided...how many people are there in the militia...how many Beirong they killed...does knocking down the Xizhou soldiers count...
Not to mention the cattle and sheep that haven't been counted yet, they can't even count Beirong's head reward. They can divide it among a few people. What's so difficult about it?
The man from another village kindly wanted to help, and the person being helped was overjoyed. He suddenly confessed like pouring beans from a bamboo tube that he had killed someone with so-and-so, killed another with so-and-so, and surrounded one with so-and-so and six other people...
The man from the other village looked confused.
What kind of broken account is this? How to calculate this!
Use the excuse to count cattle and sheep and run away...
…
Yan Yu took off the hat on his head and looked at it. It was fine and had no special features. He put it back again, put his hair in it and not a single hair was left. He checked the clothes on his body again.
I didn't wear a sheepskin jacket today. I wore a half-new, uh, half-old cotton coat.
I washed it too frequently and the color faded a bit.
It's very inconspicuous when you look at it.
The scarf was pulled up, covering most of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes outside. Because of the cold weather, there was a ring of white frost hanging on the upper and lower eyelashes. She didn't even need to disguise herself. She could be recognized through this ring of white.
It's really impossible for her to come...
Taking steps as if he did not recognize his relatives, Yan Yu walked in front of the group of Xizhou soldiers who were still lying down.
She lightly kicked the one closest to her.
"Which one of you is the leader?"
The one who was kicked was trembling, not only him, but also those lying on the ground were trembling.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm cold.
"He...he is our...head." He stretched out his hand and quickly took it back.
Yan Yu yelled, slowly walked over, and accidentally stepped on the man's arm.
The man groaned and gritted his teeth in pain.
Yan Yu spoke slowly: "It's getting colder day by day. Brothers, it's hard. You can't get warm even if you stay in the house. Why do you think it's so?"
She asked and answered herself, and was very sad: "The kang can't be burned! How can it be warm if it can't be burned? Our brothers are freezing to death. If we continue like this, we will freeze to death!"
After putting a little more effort, the man at his feet groaned.
Yan Yu was still acting weirdly: "Let's put it together, you have a lot of coal here, and there is an inexhaustible supply of coal in the whole mine. What can we brothers do with some? Be accommodating, and you are the only one who can do it.
I'm fine, how is everyone?"
"But I haven't said hello yet, hey! Guess what, when we take a look, there is not only coal, but also cattle and sheep delivered to our door! I'm sorry, our brothers not only have to stay warm, but we also have to eat!
"
She raised her foot, hooked and kicked, turning the man over.
"Which hilltop are you from?" asked the Xizhou soldiers who turned over.
"I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname." Yan Yu sneered: "Old Songshan."
"Old Songshan? Aren't all the villages dead?" The person who asked the question was stunned.
"It's easy to say. I originally wanted to beg for food with the elders in Xizhou, but I didn't expect... to end up like this. All the leaders lost their lives, and I, Old Songshan, almost lost my business." Yan Yu looked angrily,
Emotions come as they come.
That look in his eyes was filled with hatred, yet also with forbearance, not to mention how expressive he was.
She took out the short knife tied to her leg and slapped the man's face with the scabbard.
Suddenly he was grabbed.
The man asked in a low voice: "Are you the young master of Lao Songshan?"
Yan Yu grinned, withdrew the dagger, and said in a calm voice: "Not really."
The man looked at the boys around him.
Bandits are engaged in the business of licking blood from the knife. Without great virtue, there are a few serious people with families who have children randomly and are not sure whether they are their own. Some are raised directly on the mountain, while others are sent to the foot of the mountain.
She is fostered by a family and given some money and food regularly.
This group of mountain bandits may be the orphans of some old Songshan master after listening to what a kid said.
Otherwise we wouldn't be able to gather so many people.
He murmured to himself: I didn't expect the bandits in Laosongshan to be quite moral...
Yan Yu didn't expect this man to be so good at thinking.
He was deceived in just a few words.
She grew a little taller after the passing of time, and her childish face was covered again.
I really can't tell my age.
Whenever she shows up, this person will probably recognize her.
Yan Yu didn't think carefully about it. The way this group of people acted, how neatly they slaughtered Beirong with a knife in hand, they were not regular troops, but bandits.
This group of Xizhou soldiers kept lying down, and only their ears could hear the movement.
Those few slang words and prickly ideas just now have this flavor, and the suspicion has gone away a bit.
What's more important is that the kid who trampled on people was able to name Lao Songshan, and he also clearly knew about Lao Songshan's deal with Xizhou...
The matter of buying people is extremely secretive and cannot be known except by close confidants.
Being able to be sent to trade with Beirong, this person is indeed an effective person in the Qi Palace.