After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

Leng Xiaohan took a deep breath and finally slowed down.

Chiyang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this and said, "We still have less than half a day's journey left. If we rest for a while, we can still make it before dark.

Master, you are soaked to the skin. Let me pick up some firewood and light a fire to roast it. Then I will take a look at your injuries. "

The two led the horses to rest under a tree.

Chiyang went to collect firewood nearby.

Leng Xiaohan sat down with his back against a big tree. The weather had been bad these days, and he basically walked in the rain, so he was always wet.

But compared to the harshness of marching and fighting, the hardships at this time are nothing.

Lifting his already painful and numb arm, Jiang Xiaohan expressionlessly took off his shirt, revealing a strong but scarred upper body.

His left arm and shoulder was bandaged, but it was already soaked with blood. When he untied the gauze, a scabbed wound had opened and the area around the wound was red. It was obviously infected.

Soon Chi Yang came back with firewood in his arms. When he saw the injuries on Leng Xiaohan's body, his eyes instantly turned red.

"Sir, the wound is already inflamed. You can't continue walking in the rain, otherwise your arm will become useless."

Leng Xiaohan said calmly: "No problem, no need to make a fuss. Come get some strong wine."

Chiyang took off a wine bottle hanging from his waist, his hands trembling.

"Master, why don't you give me some medicine first? The strong alcohol will be too painful."

Leng Xiaohan's tone was a little more serious: "Stop talking nonsense and bring it over."

Chiyang had no choice but to pass the wine bottle over.

Pouring strong alcohol on the wound was the best way to prevent the wound from worsening when medicines were in short supply in the military camp.

But pouring liquor on a wound is crueler than pouring salt on a wound. Many people can't bear it and will faint from the pain.

Leng Xiaohan untied the wine bottle, took a swig, and then poured it over his shoulder without hesitation.

The spicy and exciting liquor bloomed on the tip of the tongue, and the injury on the shoulder was even more painful.

Chiyang couldn't bear to stare and turned his head.

When the strong alcohol touched the wound, Leng Xiaohan's body trembled, and then his whole body tensed up, but his expression remained as usual, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not change. If it were anyone else, he would definitely scream. Voice.

After washing the wound with strong liquor, Chi Yang took out a white porcelain bottle of wound medicine and sprinkled it on Leng Xiaohan's wound.

It had been raining for several days, so the firewood we picked up was all wet, and it took several times to light it.

It turned out that the gauze used to bandage the wound was no longer needed. Chi Yang tore off his own robe and bandaged Leng Xiaohan again.

The two of them made a fire, dried their clothes, and ate something simple.

Leng Xiaohan looked at the fire that flickered on and off, thinking about how much changes had taken place in Wangjia Village in the past seven or eight years. Now that it was almost here, he thought for a while and called out: "Son."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black immediately fell from the sky and knelt on one knee.

Leng Xiaohan ordered: "Go to Yunshan Town and Wangjiacun first to check what happened in the past few years."

Zi clasped his hands into fists, his voice cold and without any fluctuation.

"Yes, Master." Then he disappeared.

There are twelve shadow guards around Leng Xiaohan. They have no names, but their code names are Twelve Hours.

After resting for a while and eating something, Leng Xiaohan continued on his way.

Chi Yang could never persuade him, so he could only watch as he continued on his way.

Not to mention that Leng Xiaohan was still injured, even if he was in good health, there would be no news.

If he hadn't been injured, he thought, his grandfather would definitely not be able to ride a horse. It would be faster to perform Qing Kung Fu, which would only consume his internal energy faster.

Now he just hopes that it won't rain again today.

Half a day passed in a blink of an eye.

Su Yue slept until the afternoon, about one o'clock in the afternoon.

She woke up suddenly, her heart beating wildly.

She immediately got out of bed and ran out of the room.

The hall was very quiet, Wang Youan fell asleep lying on the table.

Yuanbao was lying beside the door, motionless and helpless. Wang Youning squatted in front of it and pulled its ears.

Su Yue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the two children were staying at home well, but she still felt very uneasy in her heart.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Wang Youning lowered his head timidly and whispered.

Apparently after being trained by Su Yue, she also gained a good memory.

It was already one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was normal to be hungry. Su Yue said warmly, "I'll make whatever you want to eat."

Wang Youning looked up at Su Yue and saw that she seemed not to be angry anymore, so he relaxed and said obediently: "I like to eat everything mom makes!"

Su Yue nodded, first went to get a piece of clothing for Wang Youan to wear, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

The family was quiet this morning, and no one in the village would disturb them.

And this is all the result of Yuanbao! !

Since the last time the wolves were called, no one dared to hang around her house anymore.

Even Lin Lanjuan seemed to have disappeared from her world for a long time.

If they hadn't been implicated by Jiang Wushu, their mother and son's life would have been so peaceful.

Now indeed no one in the village dares to come near her house.

After all, it was spread throughout the village that Su Yue's family had a wolf king who looked after the house and the courtyard.

Lin Lanjuan must also know about this. Everyone has seen Wang Laizi's miserable situation. If anyone dares to come to Su Yue's house, isn't that asking for death?

But Lin Lanjuan's life is not easy now.

Without Su Yue and the two children, everything in the family fell entirely on Wang Dahua and her.

She worked in the fields every day and was so tired that she couldn't straighten her waist. She couldn't even eat a hot meal when she got home.

Wang Dahua couldn't cook, and she was clumsy at washing clothes. She smashed several clothes.

In the past, Su Yue and Wang Xiaohua did these things.

And this is still a situation where there are a lot less housework. In the past, I had to raise so many livestock, and I had to go up the mountain to collect pig grass every day.

Now that Du Xiaoli is gone, the family has lost a lot of subsidies.

Wang Ronghua stopped doing things and hung out with Widow Yang all day long.

Life in this family is becoming increasingly difficult.

Lin Lanjuan walked home covered in mud, her face looked terrible.

When she went to the field after lunch, she fell and got soaked all over, so she had to go home in embarrassment.

When she came home, Wang Dahua was squatting in the yard playing with stones, throwing one, grabbing a handful on the ground, and then catching and throwing the other.

Now there is no one in the village to play with her, so she can only entertain herself.

Wang Ronghua was sitting under the eaves in a daze with a depressed expression, and Wang Yushu was smoking beside him.

As soon as Lin Lanjuan entered the door and saw these three people, she was furious.

She was exhausted from her work, and Wang Yushu wouldn't even think of helping her when he had nothing to do, while his son was just eating and waiting to die all day long.

But she didn't dare to scold these two people casually, so she vented her anger on Wang Dahua.

"You damn girl, you still have time to play with rocks, why don't you go and boil hot water for me to take a bath?"