Chapter 169: The Village

The wide carriage galloped all the way on the main road of Qingyang City, and soon drove out of the city gate.

Because the carriage was hung with the logo of the Xia family, the soldiers guarding the city gate did not make any stops.

After rushing out of the city gates, the speed of the carriage slowed down.

The road outside is bumpy after all, and if you continue to maintain the same speed as in the city, the people sitting in the carriage may be directly reversed.

Ya'er's home is in a village not far from the city.

Before leaving the city, Ya'er had already described the specific route in detail with Ye Kui, who was driving, so after leaving the city gate, the carriage did not stop at all, but after slowing down, it drove in the right direction.

After another half an hour, the carriage came to a village.

The village is full of adobe houses, and there are even a few thatched huts, and the whole village looks quite poor.

In fact, this is already quite good among the villages around Qingyang City.

At least it seems that every family still has a field house, so that they will not sleep in the open and have no fixed place.

Although the villages centered on Qingyang City are all peasant households, the gap between the rich and the poor is still huge.

Under normal circumstances, the closer the village is to Qingyang City, the richer it is, and the farther away it is from Qingyang City, the poorer it is.

As the carriage drove into the village, several naughty boys who were making noise at the entrance of the village followed the carriage with curious expressions.

It was just noon, and most of the young people in the village were still working in the fields, so that the whole village seemed to be unpopular.

In addition to the urchins, there were only three or two old people who could no longer work, sitting under the shade of some trees in the village, lazily soaking up the cold.

The carriage entered from the entrance of the village and drove slowly towards the end of the village, which naturally attracted the attention of everyone along the way.

Not only did the urchin follow the carriage, but even the old men who had nothing to do got up one after another.

It was because they had never seen such a luxurious carriage.

Soon, when they reached the penultimate room at the end of the village, the carriage stopped, and two blood attendants jumped out of the carriage, opened the door of the carriage, and took the people in the carriage one by one.

The old people who came with him around him were in an uproar.

Because they saw a familiar face and stepped out of the carriage.

"The second child of the Zhao family? What's going on? Who are these people around you? ”

In the crowd of onlookers, an old man asked in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle Chen, my brother is too seriously injured, didn't I go to call Ya'er back, I want Ya'er to see my brother's last face, let's not talk about it, let's go see my brother first."

After Ya'er's uncle got out of the carriage, he arched his hand in all directions, and then led Xia Fan and his party into the courtyard.

The villagers who had gathered behind the carriage immediately began to talk about it.

The courtyard of Ya'er's house is not big, and the area of the house is quite limited, so the two blood servants and Ye Kui did not enter the house, but just guarded the gate of the courtyard.

Xia Fan entered the room, looked around, and only one word came to mind.

Stripped bare.

There was nothing left in the room except for a table for eating and a few chairs.

This is Xia Fan's first time coming to Ya'er's house, and he really didn't expect that the conditions in Ya'er's house would be so bad.

But think about Ya'er's calendar silver, the living deed is less than the monthly calendar silver, and he has never had any habit of rewarding, and it is almost true that there is no extra silver that can support the family.

"Go back and give Ya'er's monthly calendar a little more money, I was negligent in the past and forgot to remind you of these things. After all, ordinary people are different from us, and if you want to live, silver is still very important. ”

Ye on the side still spoke.

"Well, after dealing with this matter in Ya'er's house, let's keep some more silver before leaving. The honest people of this family really don't know what to say. ”

Xia Fan shook his head helplessly.

As soon as the words fell, Ya'er's cry sounded in his ears.

Xia Fan and Ye still glanced at each other, and then hurriedly entered the bedroom, and then saw Ya'er lying in front of the bed, holding the hand of the person lying on the bed tightly, crying and saying something indistinctly.

Bai Xingshu stood beside Ya'er, reaching out and gently patting Ya'er's back.

Ya'er's uncle stood in the corner of the bedroom with a sad look on his face.

"Let me see how serious the injury is."

Xia Fan walked directly to the bed, reached out and rubbed Ya'er's hair, and then looked at the man lying on the bed.

The actual age of a man should be less than forty, but the years of working in the fields, the wind and the sun, make his appearance look much older than his actual age.

"Dad, this is our young master, after knowing that you have an accident, I must come to see you in person."

Ya'er reached out and wiped away a handful of tears, barely piled up a smile, and spoke.

"Original...... It turned out to be Young Master Xia...... This...... How does this make ...... Young Master Xia, you have such a noble status, I ...... cough cough cough cough ......"

When Ya'er's father heard that the handsome man who suddenly appeared at the head of the bed was actually the young master of Ya'er's family, a trace of unhealthy blush suddenly appeared on his originally pale face, and the whole person looked quite excited, and after saying a few words, he suddenly coughed violently.

The cough was accompanied by a few mouthfuls of blood that were somewhat blackened.

Ya'er snorted, and subconsciously wanted to hug her father's head, but as soon as she made a move, she was blocked by Xia Fan's hand.

Then Xia Fan reached out and tapped twice on Ya'er's father's chest, then picked up Ya'er's father's wrist, crossed the vitality into Ya'er's father's body, and checked it.

The alchemist is not a physician, so the treatment of injuries is completely different.

Physicians treat diseases by judging the causes of the symptoms, and then prescribe the right medicine, using pharmacology to remove the symptoms in the patient's body.

This type of treatment is limited by many factors, so doctors are often limited to treating less serious conditions.

However, the alchemist directly used his own vitality to conduct a comprehensive investigation and combing of the patient's body, directly judging the extent and method of damage from the physical level of the body, and then completely making up for these losses through the elixir.

In essence, the alchemist's treatment was undoubtedly more thorough and effective.

Even for some skilled alchemists, as long as the patient itself is not dead, then no matter how serious the injury, it can be cured.

It's just that although everyone knows that alchemists are far more capable than doctors, due to the scarce number and noble status of alchemists themselves, it is impossible for ordinary people to get help from alchemists when they are seriously ill.

"Young Master, how is it? My father he ...... Will he be able to save it? ”

Seeing that the expression on Xia Fan's face had not changed, Ya'er on the side finally couldn't help but feel apprehensive and asked.

"Your young master, I will take action, how can there be a problem that cannot be solved? Don't worry, it's not serious, I'll practice a pair of medicines, and your father can be cured today. ”

Xia Fan put Ya'er's father's hand back on the bed and spoke.

"Really? That's great! Thank you, young master, thank you, young master! ”

Hearing Xia Fan's affirmative answer, Ya'er finally put her mind at ease.

Just as Xia Fan was about to tease Ya'er again, there was a sudden sound of scolding outside the house.