The wing of his nose moved slightly, Zhou Hongwen gently touched his nose with his hand, and he smelled the smell of blood in the air.

"Chief Zhao, are any of you injured?"

Turning to look at Zhao Shixun behind him, Zhou Hongwen asked casually.

"There is one, and the injury is not light."

Now that the matter has developed here, Zhao Shixun is not hiding it.

"Can I go inside and see the wounded man?"

Glancing at the room where Tianbao handled, Zhou Hongwen waited for Zhao Shixun's permission.

"Tianbao, get out of the way and let Mr. Zhou into the house."

"No! He's the maintenance president of this, and he's a traitor! I don't believe him! ”

Looking at the stubborn Tianbao, Zhao Shixun's face darkened.

"Don't you believe it works? If people want to make a move, do they have to wait until now? Get out of the way! ”

Listening to this pun answer, Zhou Hongwen smiled slightly. He slowly stepped forward and looked up and down at the young Eighth Route Army soldier in front of him.

"Little brother, although I, Zhou someone, became the president of this maintenance committee, I haven't forgotten what kind of blood I have on my body. You can rest assured that not only will I not harm you, but I may be able to do my best ....... ”

Tianbao was illiterate, and although he didn't understand Zhou Hongwen's meaning, he still reluctantly moved aside.

Lifting the curtain and approaching the house, Zhou Hongwen first saw the old Liu Tou and his wife hiding under the fire.

"Zhou ...... Master Zhou......! ”

The old couple looked at Zhou Hongwen, who suddenly entered the house, and were speechless for a while, and then knelt down subconsciously.

Looking at the two elders who were squatting on the ground and trembling, Zhou Hongwen hurriedly stepped forward and helped the two up.

"What are you doing here, two old men? Hurry up, hurry up. ”

"Patriarch Zhou, we ...... We. ”

Looking at Zhou Hongwen with a kind face, Liu Laohan suddenly felt that his tongue began to knot, and he was outgoing and began to stammer, and he didn't even know how to explain it nervously.

As an old man who has lived in Zhou Village for most of his life, and a tenant of the Zhou family for generations, Liu Laohan's awe of the Zhou family has been deeply rooted in his bone marrow.

At this time, seeing that his secret was discovered by the other party, Zhou Laohan was extremely weak for a while.

Helping the other party up, Zhou Hongwen patted the second elder's shoulder.

"Uncle Liu, what are you doing here?"

"Patriarch......, we ...... We. ”

Signaling that the second elder didn't need to explain anymore, Zhou Hongwen suddenly gave the second elder a generous salute.

"Ahh......h

Seeing Zhou Hongwen saluting the two of them, Liu Laohan and his wife were so shocked that they almost knelt down again.

"Uncle Liu, aunt. You two elders are not afraid of hardships and dangers, and take in the wounded of the Eighth Road, which deserves the gift of the juniors! ”

"This ...... How good is that....... ”

……

After a solemn salute, Zhou Hongwen glanced at Heiwa, Dazhuang and Lao He who were squatting on the kang with a gun on guard, and after shaking his eyes on the machine gun in Heiwa's hand, he finally stopped on Yang Chenghu, who was still unconscious with a wet towel on his head.

"How is this eight-way brother's injury?"

Looking at Yang Chenghu, who was wrapped in thick gauze on his legs, Zhou Hongwen asked softly.

"I've been in a coma all night, and it's going to be as hot as a fireball, and I can't wake up ......."

Liu Laohan looked at Yang Chenghu who was unconscious, sighed and shook his head helplessly, as if he was looking at his son in sad eyes.

Hearing this, Zhou Hongwen walked over and touched the other party's forehead, and then glanced at the wound that was still bleeding.

"I'm afraid it's because the wound is inflamed, I heard that this is what I'm most afraid of this gunshot wound."

Looking at Yang Chenghu's swollen left leg, Zhou Hongwen expressed his worries.

"Humph! You still need to say it...... My battalion commander burned for a day and a night....... ”

With a cold snort, Tianbao put the gun on the wall and set it up, then stepped forward and picked up another wet towel from the bucket and put it on Yang Chenghu's forehead again.

Glancing at Tianbao, who was preoccupied, Zhou Hongwen didn't care about anything.

Turning to look at Zhao Shixun standing speechlessly behind him, Zhou Hongwen motioned for the two to go out and talk.

When he came to the outhouse, Zhou Hongwen squinted and touched his beard, and then said in a deep voice:

"Sir Zhao, I see which brother in the house is not lightly burned, if he is not treated, I am afraid that he will be worried about his life."

Hearing this, looking at each other, Zhao Shixun's heart sank.

Could it be that the person in front of you wants to help himself?

Thinking of this, he immediately said tentatively:

"Mr. Zhou, we can't help it. Without medical treatment and without medicine, it can only be like this. ”

Explaining his difficulties, Zhao Shixun looked at the other party with a solemn expression, waiting for the other party's reply.

Sure enough, hearing this, Zhou Hongwen turned his head to look at the room, and then as if he had made up his mind,

Alas...... the mountains and rivers are broken, and Zhou often hates himself for not being able to serve the country.

In this way, I still have some Western medicines that I bought before, and I will ask Uncle Liu to go back with me later, and I will ask him to bring some back.

As for this Western medicine doctor, Zhou can't do anything about this. ”

Hearing that the other party was willing to give a little precious Western medicine, Zhao Shixun almost thought that he had heard it wrong!

Mr. Zhou...... Thank you for your kindness! Please accept Zhao's worship. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Shixun couldn't help but say, and directly bowed deeply.

……

"Alas...... Chief Zhao is out of sight. I am also a Chinese, and it is also my long-cherished wish to do my part to save the lives of the Anti-Japanese War. ”

After helping Zhao Shixun up, and after the two gossiped a few more words, Zhou Hongwen said goodbye and left with Liu Laohan.

Before leaving, Zhou Hongwen told Zhao Shixun that the Japanese puppet army was repeatedly searching this generation in the past few days, and asked them not to leave the village easily, and it was best to stay here for a few days before speaking.

As for the security that Zhao Shixun was worried about, Zhou Hongwen told him that he could rest assured. More than a dozen households in Zhou Village are people with foreign surnames, and most of them are villagers of the Zhou family.

He Zhou Hongwen may not be easy to do outside, but in this Zhou Village, his words are all his word.

……

After sending Zhou Hongwen and his party away, Zhao Shixun discussed with Lao He, and finally decided to believe in this Zhou Hongwen and live here for the time being.

There is no way, Yang Chenghu is still unconscious, and everyone with him can't be transferred at all. Besides, he has a high fever and can't wake up, if he gets no medical treatment again, then even if he escapes from here, it will be in vain, and if he doesn't get it right, he will have to die on the road.

After discussing with Lao He, Zhao Shixun decided to make two preparations. He led people to stay here and wait for the help of the Zhou family, while Lao He returned to the county seat to contact Li Chunfeng and them to see if they could get some anti-inflammatory drugs to come back.

……

Zhou Mansion, in a side room in the West Courtyard.

Picking up the silk belly pocket in his hand and sniffing it, Fang Yong showed a look of intoxication.

Holding his belly pocket tightly in his hand, he picked up the flask on the table, and suddenly raised his head and drank it.

"Yo ......, what's wrong with Brother Fang, why are you drinking here?"

Hearing Qiao Yong's voice, Fang Yong hurriedly stuffed the belly pocket in his hand into his arms.

Qiao Yong, who was standing at the door, looked at the small movements in Fang Yong's hand and smiled slyly on his face.

"Steward Qiao, didn't you prepare the accounts for the autumn harvest for the master? How can you come to me when you are free. ”

Glancing at Qiao Yong with a little embarrassment, Fang Yong said to him left and right.

Hehe, Qiao Yong walked to the table with figure-eight steps, sat down on his own, opened a food box casually, and took out a few side dishes.

"What? Brother Fang is reluctant to invite me to drink even a glass of wine? ”

Hearing this, Fang Yong casually took a cup and poured a full cup for Qiao Yong.

"Steward Qiao laughed, although I don't have much money, the word stinginess has nothing to do with me!"

Not caring about the other party's words, Qiao Yong picked up his wine glass and looked at Fang Yong's eyes and said:

"Come, brother, I toast you, I wish you a cup of prosperity as soon as possible!"

In this way, the two of you went back and forth, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, and it didn't take long to drink no more than a pound and a half of liquor.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, seeing that Fang Yong's face had turned red into a monkey's buttocks, Qiao Yong's eyes turned and he knew that the time was almost up.

Cold, Qiao Yong suddenly pulled out the belly pocket that Fang Yong was hiding in his arms.

"Yo-he...... Brother Fang, isn't this a woman's belly pocket....... ”

Seeing that his beloved thing was snatched away by the other party, Fang Yong's face immediately fell.

"Steward Joe, you've drunk too much!"

Looking at the angry Fang Yong and smiling slightly, Qiao Yong suddenly stepped forward and asked in a whisper:

"Brother Fang, this thing belongs to Mrs. Mei...... right?"

Hearing this, Fang Yong's face suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly. Because of the force, I almost overturned the table.

"Hey, hey, ......, brother, don't worry, don't worry."

"Steward Joe...... this joke is too big."

……

Looking at Fang Yong, who was glaring at him, Qiao Yong hurriedly reached out and pulled the other party to the chair.

"Come on! Sit down, sit down, brother doesn't mean anything else, brother, what are you anxious about....... ”

Looking at Fang Yong sitting beside him with a cold face, Qiao Yong patted the other party's shoulder and suddenly sighed.

"Since ancient times, it is difficult for lovers to become dependents...... brother, I have been working in the Zhou family for 20 years, brother, the bitterness in your heart...... Brother, can I not understand! ”

Hearing this, Fang Yong's face darkened, and then his eyes turned red.

“…… No...... It's our courage that doesn't have that blessing ....... ”

Seeing that there were tears swirling in Fang Yong's eyes, Qiao Yong hurriedly poured a glass for the other party.

"Good brother, my brother knows that you are bitter in your heart. Come! Borrow wine to drown your sorrows....... ”

After another half catty of wine was down, Fang Yong's face became more and more flushed.

"Big brother...... From my father to me, our father and son have been servants in the Zhou family for two generations. Although it seems to outsiders that our brave bastard looks human, but I am bitter in my heart, ...... I am actually a subordinate, a house slave, ....... ”

Speaking of this, Fang Yong looked at the red belly pocket in his hand. As soon as he thought that his beloved was taken away by that old thing, the hatred in Fang Yong's heart instantly turned into a monstrous wave.

Seeing that the other party clenched his fists and gurgled loudly, the corners of Qiao Yong's mouth twitched slightly.

"Good brother...... as the saying goes, this hatred of taking a wife is not shared!

How can you put up with it so easily? ”

…… To be continued, thank you for your support!

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