As a result, not long after they left, ten people came out of the military camp, carrying baskets and bags, and driving a mule cart directly to the door of Baolin Residence.
Lin Xiaoqi jumped out of the car after leaving and returned, and said to his subordinates: "You are divided into groups, one group goes to the backyard to pick vegetables, and the other group carries acorn noodles. This is a private residence, so be honest."
"yes!"
Following neat steps, a line of sergeants entered the courtyard gate.
In the backyard, Song Liyun and Song Zhenping have sorted out the range of vegetable seedlings that can be harvested.
As soon as Lin Xiaoqi's people arrive, they can put the vegetables into the basket.
Han Ming was leading people to move shelled and soaked acorns. These acorns only need to be ground into flour and can be mixed with fine grains to make cakes and steamed buns.
Wang Qi didn't rest either, and came again following Lin Xiaoqi.
Seeing the bruised and swollen Han Ming, he burst out laughing: "Big Han, are you convinced now?"
Han Ming had to work now and didn't want to compete with Wang Qi anymore. He just smiled lightly and said: "If General Wang didn't wrap the cloth strips, I would be convinced."
Wang Qi looked at the military doctor who had bandaged his arm that was almost twisted and broken when he returned to the guard station, and snorted: "This small injury is nothing, it will be fine tomorrow!"
Two large baskets of tender cabbage, two hundred kilograms of acorns, and dozens of kilograms of acorn noodles were sent back to the guardhouse. Luo Baihu personally stood at the gate of the barracks to greet them.
As soon as he saw the mules and horses approaching, he immediately stepped forward and lifted the cotton cloth on the basket. When the fresh vegetable leaves inside came into view, Luo Baihu laughed loudly: "Send the order, everyone in the house will have extra meals tonight, one big vegetable bag for each person."
If Song Liyun knew that her cabbage was made into steamed buns, she would definitely feel heartbroken.
But the health center now has more than 120 people, and there are only fifty kilograms of vegetables in the basket, which is not enough to eat.
Of course, the cooks in the health center were reluctant to waste their resources like this. After careful arrangements by professionals, the whole place was finally able to eat fresh vegetables for a few days.
The dumplings sent back by Lin Xiaoqi were cooked separately in a small stove and became a "special offering" for Luo Baihu and several generals.
Eating the first-crop chive flavor inside, Luo Baihu slapped the table and cursed: "Those two bastards Zhou Xiang and Lin Tao didn't even ask me to come after they had a good lunch!
Let’s practice tomorrow morning and make all the bastards who went to Song’s house for dinner today run ten more laps.”
In the barracks, ten Xiaoqi also gathered together. Zhou Xiaoqi and Lin Xiaoqi were wrapped in quilts, tied tightly and thrown in the corner, while the others gathered around a basin to grab vegetables.
Lin Xiaoqi cursed loudly in the quilt: "Wang Qi, you bastard, who eats alone and brings it back."
His words were ignored.
"These two guys are not authentic." A bearded Xiaoqi looked for fat intestines in the basin with wide eyes.
"That's right, you don't even know how to bring back more stinky meat." Another little flag picked up a piece of fat sausage and quickly put it into his mouth.
"What's even more annoying is that they ate smelly meat and drank alcohol!" a third person complained.
Half a basin of leftovers, two baskets of fresh vegetables, and the broken gold bathroom was as lively as the Chinese New Year.
In the town, Xue Zhuang had a gloomy face and drank sips of wine.
He didn't know that Zhou Xiaoqi and the others went to the Song family for dinner today, but he didn't hear about it until the guard station went to move the dishes.
Suddenly my intestines turned green.
Mrs. Cui cried for a long time after being harassed by a drunkard at noon.
She scolded Xu Yan'er for blindly jumping into the pit of fire, scolded Xue Zhuang for cheating on her marriage, and scolded Song Liyun for harming her own daughter. She was not behaving properly now, attracting bees and butterflies at home, and making men run to her.
In Xue Zhuang's ears, he just thought that the old woman was crazy, but he didn't think about it seriously.
If he had known earlier that the Song family had invited two bannermen from the guard station and a few sergeants to dinner today, no matter what he did, he would still have the shamelessness to join in the fun and build relationships with everyone.
Well, now, a great opportunity is lost.
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In a two-entry courtyard in the town, the door was closed, and the air in the room hung with thick cotton curtains was turbid and dull.
Jin Sanzhong lay on the kang, covering his neck with gauze and moaning.
A woman in her thirties entered the room carrying tea soup.
Jin Sanzhong asked irritably: "Has anyone called?"
The woman lowered her head and whispered: "I called you. Master Huang said he would be here in a minute."
"Hmph! I said you were reincarnated as a dead mosquito! Oh, oh, oh, oh, you have to die or pay money to speak! I can't even hear you clearly."
Jin Sanzhong became more and more anxious and cursed angrily, but as soon as he spoke loudly, the blood on the gauze around his neck fainted again.
That damn monster really wants to kill me.
Two days have passed and the wound is still bleeding.
The woman was obviously very afraid of Jin Sanchong. When he scolded her, she became even more frightened, and even the hand holding the tea was shaking.
Seeing that the gauze around Jin Sanzhong's neck was stained with blood again, she hurriedly whispered: "Third Master, it's time to change your gauze again."
Jin Sanzhong snorted: "If you don't change it if you know it's time, you're a dead man! If you don't hurry up and find some Jinchuang ointment."
The woman got up and stumbled out again to find ointment and hot water.
When she was changing Jin Sanchong's dressing, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and soon a sanctimonious middle-aged man wearing a woolen robe and a goatee came into the house carrying a dark-colored small bag.
"Master Huang, help me!"
When he saw the visitor, Jin Sanzhong turned over and knelt on the kang, kowtowing to the middle-aged man, regardless of the blood still oozing from the wound on his neck.
"Hey! What's going on with you?" Huang Changsheng stepped forward to support Jin Sanchong and asked with concern.
"Master Huang, I was collecting firewood outside the town a few days ago and encountered something unclean. It must have been injured by a vicious ghost!" Jin Sanchong's face was full of fear.
"Hey! Come, let's take a look first before talking. I brought everything with me."
Huang Changsheng opened the packet and took out a pile of yellow paper, a few chicken feathers, and a brush dipped in cinnabar.
When Jin Sanchong saw those things, he felt reassured and hurriedly lay down again with the help of the woman.
Huang Changsheng first muttered something to himself, then took the cold water next to him and squirted it from side to side in his mouth, and then removed the gauze around Jin Sanchong's neck.
At one glance, Huang Changsheng's heart suddenly shivered and he took a breath of cold air.
There was a deep blood groove on the back of Jin Sanchong's neck, and his scalp was rolled up. Although he applied ointment, the wound surface turned white and blood oozed out.
He makes a living by dispelling ghosts for people in Ruijin Town, and he has never seen "ghost" things hurt people like this.
"You, what are you doing? It doesn't seem like it was hurt by a ghost."
"Don't worry about the injury, just treat it for me quickly!" Jin Sanzhong urged.
Ever since he was injured by a vicious ghost outside the "haunted house" that night, he had been hiding at home and not daring to go out. His wife also asked his wife to apply ointment on the wound on his neck. However, the wound did not heal after two days of treatment, and it began to swell and bleed.
The pain became more and more unbearable.
He thought that since he was injured by an evil spirit and the ointment could not cure it, it was best to let Master Huang do the exorcism.
Huang Changsheng frowned when he looked at the wound: Jin Sanzhong must have gone to the Ji family's haunted house.
The two people who died outside the town a few years ago had such wounds on their bodies. Their skin and flesh were turned over and they bled to death.