He lay in the rain for about half an hour before he completely recovered his strength and came to his senses. He slowly sat up straight with his hands on the ground, first tied all the excess hemp rope to his waist in pain, and then slowly stood up, pulled the hemp rope to the mountain in the bend, and looked for the iron hook tied to the other end of the hemp rope.

When he found the iron hook, he was shocked into a cold sweat, no less frightened than he had suffered when he had just fallen off the cliff.

The deformed iron hook was embedded in a shallow stone crevice, and although the iron hook was firmly clamped, the two sides of the stone crack were angular and angular, and the two strands of hemp rope had been cut in half by the edges. If Lu Yao moves a little more when climbing, or hangs on the cliff for a longer time, the consequences are unimaginable.

Lu Yao didn't believe in religion, let alone ghosts and gods. At this moment, he silently recited in his heart several times: Thank God! Thank you for my hemp rope and iron hooks!

Lu Yao put away the iron hook and hemp rope, and prepared to go to the side of the road where he had slid down the cliff earlier to see if the medicine and wine jar was still there. As soon as he stepped forward, he immediately retracted it. The fright he received just now made him afraid to act rashly.

He looked up the hill behind him, then walked under a thicker pine tree, shook it vigorously with both hands, and when he was sure that it was all right, he wrapped the hemp rope with the iron hook around the trunk and knotted it, and then pulled it hard, and it was very firm. He pulled the hemp rope and walked one step at a time, until he reached the top of the roadbed where a large piece of dirt had fallen, and saw that the jar of medicinal wine was still standing alone on the soft soil overgrown with weeds under the slope.

After adjusting the length of the rope, he first stepped on the roadbed with his left foot to make sure that it would not slide, so he stood on the roadbed with both feet, pulled the rope and slowly leaned down, and then stretched out his hands to hold the jar of medicine and wine. He muttered to himself: "Uncle, after you drink this jar of medicinal wine, rheumatism will definitely not happen again, this is what I bought with my life!"

He put the hemp rope and iron hook in his backpack, hugged the jar of medicine and wine, and continued to descend the mountain in the dark. Although his hands, especially the base of his thighs and lower back, were in excruciating pain, he was unable to check for serious injuries in those areas at this time. He didn't want to stay for long on this dark and rainy night on this dangerous mountain road. One more minute is more dangerous.

More than an hour later, Lu Yao came to the intersection of the national road with the jar of medicine and wine. He really wanted to go to the stone yard to find Ning Hao and Wu Jingsheng, stay in their dormitory for one night, and by tomorrow day, he would go to the Fuwei Village Pharmacy to complete the last taste of Chinese medicinal materials, and then send the jar of medicinal wine to Zeng Youliang's villa.

At this time, he felt a little physically exhausted, and the pain on his body was really unbearable. He saw that there were still street lights on at the entrance of the post office behind the archway of Fuwei Village across the road, and he decided to go there to rest for a while, and by the way, he would deal with the pain on his body.

He came to the door of the post office, put down the jar of medicine and wine, took off the raincoat that had been strangled by the hemp rope, and took off the rucksack despite the pain.

When he took off his coat, he saw that the hem of his underwear was already soaked with his own blood. He slowly untied his belt, and saw that the waist and thighs were blurred with flesh and blood, and the wounds and pants were glued together, which was miserable.

He wanted to go to the clinic with a signboard in front of him to treat the wound, and considering that he didn't have much money on his body, he originally left this money to buy the last Chinese medicinal materials for Zeng Youliang's medicinal wine. It's impossible to determine where he'll go to work in the future, and it's impossible to find a job with this medicine and wine jar, right?

He remembered that there was still a little homemade healing medicine brought by his hometown in his backpack, so he quickly opened the backpack and turned out a small bottle of healing powder. When he poured the powder on the wounds at the base of the first two thighs, the medicine bottle was empty.

He thought about it for a while, he couldn't see the injury on his back and waist, and it was not easy to take medicine, so he endured it for the time being. Since he can still walk, it means that he did not hurt his muscles and bones, but only a skin injury, which will heal on his own in a few days.

He gritted his teeth, threw the empty medicine bottle into the trash can next to him, and immediately took out a washed cotton shirt with holes in his shoulders from his bag, and tore out a few strips of cloth to bandage the wound.

He took off his soaked clothes and pants, changed into dry clothes, and was about to sit on the steps to rest for a while, when several joint defense team members wore raincoats and flashlights and walked over from the opposite alley, shining a strong light on Lu Yao's face and asked sharply, "What are you doing here?"

"Comrade, I just came down from the orchard on the mountain, I am tired from walking, so I will take a rest here. Lu Yao replied with his eyes closed.

"What are you doing when you come down from the orchard on the hill so late? Huh? Where did you get this jar of medicinal wine? Did you steal it? Oops! And bloody clothes? Don't move! Squatting down with your head in your hands! Check his backpack and search his body again to see if he has a murder weapon?" a member of the joint defense team shouted at Lu Yao with a baton.

"Comrade, I'm not a thief, I work in an orchard in the mountains. I brewed this medicinal wine for my uncle, not stolen it!" Lu Yao held his head in both hands, squatted on the ground in severe pain, and quickly explained.

"We will believe what you say? Do you have a temporary residence permit? Take out your ID card!" shouted the joint defense team.

"I have documents, I just fell down the mountain, and the documents are all wet, and they are all in my backpack pocket. Lu Yao said.

"You check if he has any papers in his backpack?"

"Captain, I found my ID card, border defense card, temporary residence permit, and junior high school graduation certificate, all of which were wet and still wet with blood. A member of the team who was backpacking on the road replied.

"Did you find the murder weapon?" asked the captain.

"There was no murder weapon, and there were two sets of unopened clothes inside, which were suits. There were also two rolls of wet rope and a deformed iron hook. The team member replied as he rummaged through his bag.

"Oh! There are still wet ropes and iron hooks? It must be the tools you used to steal the medicine, wine, and suits just now! Can you still afford a suit? You must be a thief! You may not have killed yourself for money. Handcuff him and take him back for interrogation!

"No! this is the medicinal wine I brewed for my uncle to treat rheumatism, it's very expensive!" Lu Yao shouted loudly, slammed into the jar of medicinal wine, and hugged it tightly in his arms.

"Oh, you're dying, and you're still holding on to the jar of broken medicine and wine? Look at your dark and stupid appearance, you must be a drunkard! Okay, you just hold the jar of medicine and wine, it's better to carry it into the cell! Oh? You can't hold it in, these are all physical evidence. You put away all his belongings, take them back, and hand them over to the police when the time comes. You, stand up, get out, go to the police office!" shouted the captain with a baton on Lu Yao's right shoulder.