Chapter 311 Scraping the flesh to heal wounds
Ying Bao glanced at the senior brother behind the master again, "Okay, I have a thin knife here. Just ask the senior brother to cut carefully and not to hurt the major meridians."
Zhou Hao walked over expressionlessly and asked, "When will it be performed?"
"You go and wash your hands first." Ying Bao said to the people in the room: "Please all stay away."
With such eyes staring at her in the room, it was really hard for me to take things.
Because her medicines and knives were all stored in the cave, although there were some in the small medicine box, they were not complete.
Zhou Wuchang led everyone out of the house and asked the old man named Wu to bring an extra oil lamp into the house for lighting.
Afterwards, Zhou Hao washed his hands and entered the room, where he saw the junior sister holding two thin knives and a pair of scissors and roasting them on the candle.
After baking the knives and scissors, Yingbao placed all the items on a piece of clean cotton cloth and set aside.
He took a pot of strong liquor and gave the patient several large gulps, and then poured the liquor on the person's shoulder injury.
The wounded man twitched and did not move again.
Ying Bao then asked her senior brother to start scraping and cutting to remove the carrion.
This person was also resolute, he just roared a few times and didn't struggle much.
After Zhou Hao cleaned his wound, he saw the junior sister pour another porcelain bottle of liquor on his shoulder.
"Ah" The man screamed, and some more liquid was poured into his mouth.
But this time the liquid was not wine, but fruit juice with a light and sweet taste.
Later, Ying Bao handed a packet of wound medicine powder to the senior brother and asked him to apply medicine to the person, and then wrapped the patient's entire shoulder with cotton cloth.
The wound was taken care of and the patient went to sleep quietly.
Zhou Hao was already sweating profusely, and his tired hands were shaking.
This was the first time he had dealt with such a wound, and his mind seemed to be strained.
After finally recovering, he almost collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
No wonder the junior sister asked him to scrape the carrion. This is really not a job for humans.
Yingbao cleaned up the knives and scissors, threw a large ball of cotton cloth into the basin, and asked the second senior brother to take it out and throw it away.
This piece of cloth was stained with pus and blood and smelled extremely fishy. I really didn't want to clean it.
Zhang Min went out with the basin and asked Cuihua where he wanted to pour it.
Cuihua glanced at the cotton cloth in the basin and took it: "Let me do it."
When Zhang Min saw Cuihua taking over the matter, he was so happy that he ran back to the house happily.
The next day, the patient regained consciousness and felt much better.
This made the bearded man so happy that he thanked Yingbao repeatedly. "Thank you, little doctor, for your life-saving grace."
Then he thanked Zhou Wuchang and talked about their military camp.
It turned out that both of them were from the military camp ten miles away.
After learning that Zhou Wuchang had returned with a little miracle doctor, he immediately sent the school captain to him in a carriage for treatment.
"General, we can't survive in the military camp. We are being exploited layer by layer. The military pay is being reduced one after another. We are injured and don't even have medicine." The bearded man said and sobbed, "I, if I weren't a soldier, Hu, I don’t even want to do it anymore.”
Zhou Wuchang was silent.
Since the beginning of the late emperor, civil servants have been valued over military officers. Military generals have been abandoned by the entire court and have no real power at all, even the border guards.
Even if a foreign enemy attacks, if the defender wants to summon the army to meet the enemy, he must report the army to the Holy Emperor, and the Holy Lord will personally issue an order, so that the border commander can mobilize a small amount of troops.
As a result, the border was often invaded by foreign invaders, making the surrounding people and soldiers miserable.
Not to mention that the imperial court often defaulted on military pay, food and grass, etc., which made the entire military camp feel distraught.
As a result, unsupervised officers bullied their subordinates and tried their best to gain money.
And the only ones who bear the final consequences are the lower-level soldiers.
Many soldiers don't get a penny a year, and the food in the army is worse than pig food.
Under such circumstances, many soldiers went out to rob people of their money, food and property, and murders and swindling of goods frequently occurred.
Once things got out of hand, the imperial court would send troops to suppress it and kill a group of generals and soldiers. This made many people resent the imperial court and even colluded with foreign countries to bloodbath villages and border markets.
Under this chaos, the border soldiers had no intention of guarding, and foreign countries regarded the Central Plains as their own.
Zhou Wuchang could see all this happening, but there was nothing he could do about it.
At that time, he also encountered the same situation. The imperial court withheld the army's food and salary, and the soldiers complained. Several of his generals were about to make a move, but he was later calmed down.
But soon, his father and mother died one after another, both in accidents. This made him so sad that he had to take off his armor and return to his hometown to find out the truth.
This investigation actually found Master Xiao, but he could not find any evidence.
Without evidence, Dali Temple will not open the case.
Frustrated, Zhou Wuchang converted to Taoism and became a wandering Taoist priest.
For unknown reasons, the emperor gave Zhou Wuchang the purple-gold dagger hanging from his waist, saying that he could use this dagger to kill corrupt officials and powerful bullies.
Zhou Wuchang stroked the sheathed dagger. The gold scabbard was inlaid with five-color gems, and there was a golden dragon circling upward.
This long dagger is actually a short knife. When it was pulled out of its sheath, the edge had been cut by him and it was extremely sharp.
Last month, he used this sharp blade to chop off Pei Shixian's right hand.
"Master, it's time to eat!" Zhang Min called outside the door.
This morning Cuihua steamed steamed buns, boiled three eggs and a large pot of rice porridge, which smelled fragrant.
Take the eggs out of the porridge pot, wash them in cold water, cut each into four pieces, and put them on a plate.
Take out a large handful of sauerkraut, wash it a little, cut it into shreds, and put it into an earthenware bowl.
Then she brought the food and rice porridge to the main room and placed them on the big table.
He looked up and saw his sister Cuilan staring at the eggs. He quickly pulled her into the kitchen and scolded her in a low voice: "That's for the guests! Don't embarrass dad."
Cuilan pursed her lips in grievance, sat down at the old little table, picked up a thick black steamed bun on the table and gnawed on it.
Yingbao saw this scene when she walked into the kitchen. The two little sisters were sitting on the small table in the kitchen eating steamed buns with mixed noodles.
This kind of mixed noodles is made from bran and bean flour with a small amount of flour. Even after fermentation, it is not very soft.
"Why don't you go to the big table to eat with us?" Yingbao asked.
Cuihua smiled and said: "We can just eat whatever we want. Young doctor, you go and eat quickly. The porridge will be cold in a while."
Yingbao put the two large white steamed buns in his hand on the table and said, "We will eat together from now on. If you are reluctant to part with those grains, mix them with white flour and steam them together."
Upon hearing this, Cuilan immediately grabbed a white-faced steamed bun and bit into it. It was soft and sweet, with a hint of wheat flour.
"The white flour steamed buns are still delicious." Cuilan sighed with satisfaction.
It would be great if I could eat white flour steamed buns every day.
Cuihua glared at her sister, picked up the other steamed bun and put it into the bamboo cupboard.
Seeing Cuihua insisting not to eat, Yingbao had no choice but to turn around and return to her master.
Sitting at the big table in the main room were Master Zhou Wuchang, Senior Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Old Man Wu, his son Wu Yi, and Wu Yi's son Wu Xiaodou. The bearded school officer was also among them.
While Wu Weng was eating, he talked to Zhou Wuchang about his daily life:
"All the fertile farmland around us has been taken over by the nearby military camps, but we still have to pay taxes. Alas, our village used to have thirty or forty households, but now there are only about twenty households left. The dozen or so households have all fled to the south. "
"Some even went to foreign countries. They said they would rather raise horses for foreigners than stay here and be exploited by the government and surrounding military camps, living a life without hope."
Zaoshu Village is located in a hilly area. Originally there were few fertile fields, but now only some rocky land remains.
Not even a single weed grows in those fields, let alone growing food.
Zhou Wuchang drank the porridge slowly and listened quietly to the old man's complaints.
The imperial court is corrupt and does not care about the people on the border. Sooner or later there will be big trouble.