The steward was a lively and enthusiastic person, and even gave a few bowls to the residents of the same house. The old man and the others were already greedy, and after a little hesitation, they thanked and drank, but the three people in the corner of the side wall refused very coldly.

The steward was not annoyed, and sat by the fire gossiping and laughing with a young scholar. And the little maid was like a busy little ant, constantly walking around the temple, and she opened a small stove, and cooked rice porridge on the stove, and then cut some dried meat and two black eggs and put it in. At the end, I brushed the cauldron, poured water and brought to a boil, and put in a lot of thin white noodles. Soon, the dilapidated temple was filled with a warm aroma.

The little girl wiped the beads of sweat from her head, and while stirring the rice porridge in the small pot, she turned her head and asked the master in the grass fence, "Madam, I boiled the porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, and then baked a few egg cakes for you, with two plates of vinegar lotus root and spicy cucumbers, okay?" ”

"Okay," the lady responded with a smile, and said at the end, "Wen Niang, you don't have to guard me, go and help Zizhu." We're going to go hungry from all the time. By the way, open a jar of beef sauce for everyone to mix noodles. ”

"Yes, ma'am." The woman in blue answered the call, and when she could go outside the door to say a few words, the cheers of the little servants came in immediately.

Zizhu pouted and shouted at the grass fence, "Madam, the beef sauce has been eaten by everyone, and it won't be enough to see the second young master when the time comes." There are so many classmates in their academy, and in the end, I am afraid that I will not be able to get a spoonful of it in the bowl of the second young master. ”

"You stingy girl, your family is still distressed after eating it. This meat sauce is not difficult, if Brother Ping likes it, it will be made when the time comes. The young woman smiled and spoke, and it was evident that she was very fond of the little maid.

The steward also smiled and said, "Our Zizhu is really a money box, and the temper that only goes in and can't get out is really suitable for taking care of the house." ”

Everyone laughed, and no one noticed that the middle-aged man who was protected by two black men woke up at some point, and a flash of surprise flashed in his half-closed eyes.

Soon the noodles in the pot were ready, and the steward helped bring the cauldron down and put it aside, and the woman in blue helped divide the dishes and chopsticks. Everyone scooped a bowl for themselves, and then poured a big spoonful of red beef hot sauce, the spicy taste slipped into the stomach, not to mention a little dampness on the body, even if it fell directly into the cold winter, it didn't feel cold.

A few coachmen ate a mouthful of salted cucumbers with chopsticks and noodles, but their half-squinted eyes revealed their love for this noodle. The little guys diligently helped run errands and served noodles from time to time, and at the end they smiled and gathered around and didn't know what they were muttering.

The little maid didn't pay attention to everyone, and after the porridge was served, she changed the pan and put it on the stove, and poured a bowl of flour paste mixed with chopped green onions and eggs into it in a split time, and in a blink of an eye, it became a golden egg cake, and finally cut it into small pieces and put it on the plate, and added two plates of pickles, and then got up and wanted to bring it into the grass fence.

At this moment, the middle-aged man whispered a few words to a black man, and the black man actually got up and walked towards Caoweizi. A few little guys hurriedly put down the bowl and were about to go over to stop it, but the black man opened his mouth angrily, "Our master sent me to ask, are you from Qingxian?" My master has a friend named Dong Ping, do you know each other? ”

When they heard this, everyone was stunned. Steward Zhang almost immediately got up and asked, "Dare to ask who your master is?" The second young master of our family is Dong Ping and Dong Juncheng! ”

The black man didn't wait for answers, and the middle-aged man in the corner already whispered, "Brother Zhang, it's me, Jin Beiwang!"

Steward Zhang heard the prestige, looked carefully for a long time before he recognized that the person who was half leaning against the corner of the wall was actually the bold proprietor he met in Kyoto that day. He hurriedly ran over and asked as he saluted, "Boss Jin, it's really a place where you don't meet at the end of the world." Unexpectedly, we still have a day to meet again in the broken temple? ”

That Jin Beiwang smiled bitterly and nodded, "Don't blame me, brother, I'm injured at this moment, and I can't get up to salute." ”

"Wounded? Boss Jin, has you met a thief? ”

"Even if it is, it's hard to put into words."

Steward Zhang guessed that there must be some unspeakable secrets in this, so he hurriedly said, "Boss Jin, this time I am waiting for our wife to visit the second young master of my family in the border military city, and I also brought a doctor with me. Wait a minute, I'll tell my wife and ask the doctor to show you the wounds. ”

"Then I'll bother Brother Zhang."

Although the front hall of this broken temple is not small, everyone can hear the conversation between the two clearly. Dong Rong has heard Dong Ping talk about this as a big brother in Kyoto, and when he first entered Beijing to sell fruits, this person really helped a lot. Now that people are in trouble and happen to meet themselves, how can they not do their best to rescue?

Without waiting for Steward Zhang to walk to Caoweizi, she had already ordered everyone in a loud voice, "Zizhu, remove half of Caowei, and help Boss Jin over to settle down first." Qingfeng, I bother you to see Boss Jin's injuries first. ”

"Yes, ma'am." When everyone heard the sound, they put down their rice bowls and immediately took action. Qingfeng carried the small box at hand and followed Steward Zhang to the corner, and when he saw the wound on Jin Beiwang's back, he gasped in shock. I don't know what kind of dangerous thing they experienced, the knife wound from the left shoulder to the right side of the waist, the wound was extremely deep, and in some places even the bones were faintly exposed. Xu was previously stabbed with medicine and barely stopped the bleeding, but as long as he moved, the wound would crack open at any time.

Qingfeng was very embarrassed, and when he helped Jin Beiwang to lie on the bed, he talked to the master carefully, and finally said in a low voice, "Madam, this wound is indeed a bit tricky, you have always been anxious, I don't know if you can find a way to make the wound not crack lightly." Otherwise... I'm afraid it's not good. ”

Zizhu is thinking about cleaning another place and re-installing the bed, no matter how she says, she can't let the pregnant master and the man squeeze into the same bed. Hearing this, she leaned over and whispered, "Brother Qingfeng, Madam doesn't know medical skills, doesn't you embarrass Madame by asking this?" ”

Qingfeng scratched his head in embarrassment, and was about to reply, but Dong Rong waved his hand to silence the two. Although she didn't learn any medical skills in her previous life, she had seen stitches in trauma. Jin Beiwang's knife wound in front of him can only be stitched to ensure that it does not crack to the greatest extent, but this method is really a bit appalling. There are many people in the ruined temple, and if it is spread out, it will definitely attract everyone to talk about it. And Jin Beiwang's expressions of the three masters and servants clearly did not want to be noticed and leak their whereabouts, which was a little difficult to do.

"Boss Jin," Dong Rong lowered her head and tried her best to get close to Jin Beiwang's ear, and whispered, "I have a way to treat your injuries, but this method is a bit dangerous, do you dare to give it a try?" ”

Jin Beiwang was chased and killed in the middle of the night last night, although he was drugged, but at this time he was soaked by the rain, and he was already burning. If it weren't for the obsession of living to support him, I'm afraid he would have passed out long ago. He vaguely heard someone talking in his ear, but he didn't understand what it meant, but the faint concern in that voice, as well as the fruity fragrance that lingered on the tip of his nose, made him inexplicably relieved, and subconsciously said, "Okay." ”

Dong Rong noticed his strange appearance, reached out and touched his forehead, which was really hot, so he immediately ordered Qingfeng, "I'll deal with the wound, you hurry up and boil a bowl of medicinal soup to reduce fever." Zizhu, put the grass fence back on, and prepare me cotton, spirits, and needlework. ”

When Qingfeng heard this, he hurriedly went to the car outside the door to get the medicinal herbs, but Zizhu was busy and puzzled, when it was so urgent, could Mrs. still do needlework?

The two black men saw that they were about to stop the grass fence again, and they stayed next to the master and refused to leave, Dong Rong didn't care, quickly peeled off Jin Beiwang's shirt and dipped it in cotton to clean the wound with spirits, the sharp stinging pain made Jin Beiwang snort in pain, and sweat immediately soaked out of his forehead. The two black men suddenly raised their hands and wanted to fly Dong Rong, but they were stared at by Jin Beiwang and lowered their heads.

Dong Rong didn't seem to see the movements of their master and servant, and after cleaning the wounds, his subordinates soaked the needle and thread and his own hands in the spirits, and then took a deep breath and began to sew Jin Beiwang's skin and flesh as clothes.

Zizhu and Steward Zhang, as well as the two black men, were all wide-eyed in shock, if it weren't for the eye sockets to stop them, I'm afraid the eyeballs would have fallen directly to the ground. However, Jin Beiwang couldn't see his back because he was lying on the bed, but he endured the pain wholeheartedly and avoided the pain of fright.

Dong Rong actually held it high in her heart, her fingers trembled non-stop, and the "work" sewn out was really not beautiful. In order to relieve her tension, she whispered to Jin Beiwang, "Boss Jin, how could you be so seriously injured?" ”

When Jin Beiwang heard this, his skin and flesh were obviously stiff for a moment, and then he replied in a low voice, "It's not a big deal, something happened to the family's business, and I was in a hurry to deal with it, but some people didn't want me to travel too smoothly, so..."

"Oh, that's right. This road is rushing to the military city of Northern Xinjiang, Boss Jin's business won't be outside Xinjiang, right? ”

"Hmm!" Jin Beiwang was in a terrible pain, and a low snort was an answer.

Dong Rong was not as nervous as Fang Cai when she spoke like this, so she continued, "My brother Ping happened to be training in the military city, and if he saw Boss Jin, he would be happy. ”

A trace of hesitation flashed in Jin Beiwang's half-drooping eyes, and in the end, he said, "Madame doesn't know, the people who hurt me are still being tracked down everywhere, if it involves Madame..."

Dong Rong frowned slightly, but the corners of her eyes swept over her mysterious coachmen and she was relieved again, and then thought of someone who was at ease in Kyoto, so she said angrily, "Boss Jin doesn't have to worry about the guards, my family's manpower is enough to protect himself." In addition, if you are worried about revealing your whereabouts, you can take a car with me, and it is only three days away from the military city, and you will be there soon. ”

"In the same car? Yes! Jin Beiwang turned his head suddenly in shock, not wanting to pull the wound, so painful that he screamed in pain. Dong Rong saw that he was so surprised, he didn't know what he thought, he smiled even more happily, and only after two stitches at the end of the wound did he cut the cotton thread, and said excitedly, "What, I'm not afraid of a woman, but Boss Jin has some scruples?" ”

"It's not..."

"That's it." Dong Rong smiled and came to a conclusion while smearing the knife wound on the stitched wound, and finally signaled the two black men to help Jin Beiwang up, and then wrapped a palm-wide strip of cotton cloth around his chest and back.

(One change today, the word is straight lì, hurry up and write more, and change it tomorrow to two more, come on!) ）R638