Old man Zhang, an old man who was nicknamed "Doctor Hades" by Zhuang Min, because of his overwork for several days, actually closed his eyelids and fell asleep when Li Xiang and Fang Weiliang were finalizing the details of their actions.

After two battles near Anji County, plus yesterday's battle to defend the wall, Li Xiang's Zhuang Ding not to mention the broken muscles and bones, the casualties are always very large. Nearly 40 Zhuang Ding were killed, and nearly 70 were slightly injured, and the rest of the Zhuang Ding were also more or less colored.

In the rain and the cold spring, Li Xiang did not dare to be careless, and strictly ordered to go down, no matter how small the wound was, it must be handled carefully.

The workload soared, and Old Man Zhang took a dozen apprentices and worked day and night, and finally saved the lives of most of the seriously injured and the vast majority of the lightly injured. Now there are only seven lightly injured Zhuang Ding infected with wind and cold, which must be a miracle for Zhuang Ding, who fought in the rain one after another, and then marched nearly 100 miles.

The seriously injured are more miserable, and under these conditions, if they catch the wind cold, they will basically die. After all, the body's resistance is limited.

The body is close to the limit, coupled with the warmth of the sun and the comfort of the room, the old man Zhang, who is obsessed with the way of surgery, finally can't hold on.

After listening to the old man Zhang's story, the owner stopped the radar's behavior of wanting to wake up the old man Zhang, and carefully opened the booklet brought by the old man Zhang.

"Typhoid medicine, out of stock; Trauma medicine, out of stock; Sake is sold out...... Bandages, out of service. Incision knives, nine damaged. ”

"There is an urgent shortage of medicines, and if they cannot be replenished within three days, the dozen or so seriously injured people who are most seriously injured are in danger."

Li Xiang was surprised by the great consumption of medicines, and at the same time was amazed by the intensity of Old Man Zhang's work. A young man like him can't withstand such consumption, and I really don't know how Old Man Zhang survived.

The cotton robe was removed.

Li Xiang gently covered the old man Zhang's body, and whispered to the radar: "When the old man Zhang wakes up, tell him that the next batch of medicines has departed from Guangde County, and will arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest." The other wounded in Xiwangmiao can be saved, but we must give priority to treating our people in Mingyuezhuang. ”

In three days, in order to treat the wounded who had survived to the Xiwang Temple, Old Man Zhang had used 1,200 yuan of medicine.

But Li Xiang was not distressed at all, every wounded soldier was a fortune, not something that could be measured by money and food. Not to mention that he can still afford the price now, even if he can't afford it, Li Xiang does not hesitate to go out to grab money to treat his soldiers. The cohesion of Zhuang Ding brought by the treatment policy of sparing costs, exceeding the existing conditions, and gritting teeth to support, saved Li Xiang's life and everything in Mingyuezhuang a few years later.

There were too many injured people in Xiwangmiao, including scholars, farmers, officials, and village soldiers...... People of all kinds saw that most of the wounded of Li Xiang's group survived, and saw that Old Man Zhang with more than a dozen apprentices, dressed in uniform plain robes, used novel and strange knives and jars in the tray to efficiently treat the wounded, blocking the backyard and asking for medical treatment.

Medicines are limited, and manpower is even more limited.

Li Xiang sympathized with every wounded soldier and hoped to heal everyone, but the reality did not allow it. He could only let Old Man Zhang's apprentices, in addition to treating Zhuang Ding, try to carry out preliminary debridement and bandaging of the injured people outside. Between Zhuang Ding, who followed him to Jiangnan, and some unknown people, township soldiers, and officials, Li Xiang had no choice.

There is no cruelty, there is no right or wrong, only consideration.

There were many injured people in Jiangnan, and Li Xiang had a new plan, so he wrote a letter to inform Zhuang Nei early this morning, asking Wang Xiaochen to rush to Jiangnan with half of the medical and health virgins.

Suppressing the sense of powerlessness and guilt in his heart, the owner asked Radar, "What about the material loss?" ”

"Most of the medicines were brought out, as well as a small amount of salt, a straight bow and arrows. Most of the others, including oilcloth, jerky, rice, and dried vegetables, were thrown into the camp at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, and most of them should have fallen into the hands of Fang Lajun. ”

Seeing that the owner was not angry, Radar continued, "All the shields, most of the spears, were consumed in the battle. A small number of straight bows, a large number of arrows, and Brother Shi Hang was not sure if they had been burned. All the fabrics and ready-to-wear clothes were also thrown in the camp, or put on the chicken bus to block the Fang La army, and there was not much left. ”

"Fortunately, there are still a lot of supplies in Guangde County, otherwise it would have been worse."

Li Xiang exhaled a long breath, pinched his swollen and painful eyebrows, and said in his heart: I was careless for a while, I put most of the supplies on the front line, but after Lao Tzu was forced to retreat, he cheapened Fang La's army in vain. It is also due to the serious shortage of manpower, which cannot maintain supplies hundreds of miles away.

The power of Jiangnan must be strengthened. Li Xiang adjusted his new plan again, preparing to recruit more available people from Jiangnan.

Ding Shihang did not strictly implement Li Xiang's orders, and he couldn't bear to burn everything that could be eaten, such as grain, which was understandable.

Growing up in an environment where food is scarce, food has a very special place for the young people of Mingyuezhuang. In the eyes of the villagers of Mingyuezhuang, who have endured hardships, food is equivalent to life.

Nowadays, most of the villagers are not short of food and clothing, but burn the food that can sustain their lives? Ding Shihang couldn't do it, so he played a sideline and didn't directly set fire to the few tents where the grain was stored.

The grain was lit, and Ding Shihang completed the task; The grain was obtained by Fang Lajun, and Ding Shihang could also comfort himself and say: I didn't see it......

Li Xiang quickly understood the psychology of Ding Shihang, and he thought helplessly in his heart: Burning food is such a big sin, do you think Lao Tzu thinks!

The punishment on the surface is still there, Li Xiang punished Ding Shihang to write letters for all Zhuang Ding, and he had to keep vigil for ten consecutive days.

Learning the lesson of excessive material losses, the owner of the village is ready to use the county town of Guangde in the west as a transit station. Most of the supplies were stored in the storehouses of the county seat, and caravans and guards were arranged to travel back and forth between the county seat of Guangde and the small Xiwangmiao without interruption.

When the time came in the afternoon, the small courtyard exuded a lazy smell in the warm sun.

The fresh spring breeze was blowing, and Li Xiang walked around outside, while pondering with the protégé of Lei Lei, how to simply repair weapons on the battlefield.

Just after Shen Shi, the clamor was accompanied by exclamations, and suddenly came from the west. Li Xiang put on special heavy armor and went to the west earthen wall under the escort of twenty personal guards, and the road was full of panicked young men, village soldiers and officials.

Climbing the earthen wall, Li Xiang instantly understood why the people of Xiwang Temple were shouting in pain. Simply saluting with the patriarch surnamed Wang and the patriarch surnamed Tian, Li Xiang took in all the actions of the army outside the Xiwang Temple, and hit the earthen wall with a punch.

I saw that the Fang La army was driving thousands of hungry people, and was wreaking havoc on paddy fields, river embankments and water wheels.

The soil, which had only been fertilized a long time ago, was turned up, and the dark soil, mixed with cooked manure and river mud, was actually emitting heat in the sun. The sparkling light was a swollen seed that was germinating. All the hope of the poor to survive this year has been savagely stifled.

I don't know when it was built, but it is said that the rammed earth embankment that existed during the Northern and Southern Dynasties has survived countless years, and has been reinforced and renovated countless times by generations of farmers, and finally more than a dozen gaps have appeared under the destruction of wooden shovels, shovels and even hands. The sparkling water rushed towards the fields and soon became muddy, flooding the paddy fields with mud and weeds.

As far as Li Xiang could see, there were 13 pedal-operated keel dumpers, six orange trees that used the lever principle to draw water, and three water rafts that used large runners to rotate to take water. The firelight set off the madness on the faces of the soldiers of the Fang La Army, destroying the picture scroll of Chun and Jingming.

On the earthen wall, the patriarch, county lieutenant, chief of the chief of the county, and the commander of the township soldiers standing in the middle had different expressions. Or silently, or gnashing teeth, or shaking his head and sighing, or secretly rejoicing.

Putting aside the thoughts of big families, gentry and government figures, all the small people who saw this scene were almost mentally broken after losing their minds.

"Ho, this ...... How can it be, how can it be so. What about a dozen people, the food in the house must have been robbed, and there is no harvest in this round, how can this happen? A middle-aged man in charge of the house, his chapped lips trembled for a long time before he said worriedly.

After all, this middle-aged man was born in a family of food and clothing, and he could borrow some copper money and food from his relatives and friends, but he was very sad to face the dilemma of shrinking family property and lack of success. Most of the small people were not so lucky, they did not have any family funds, and they had no food in the fields, and the end of starvation was just around the corner.

"There's no food, there's no way to live." A peasant woman fell to the ground crying, her husband in coarse cloth clothes hurriedly supported her, and her son, who had just turned 10 years old, stood there in a panic with a four-year-old girl in his arms. The cry of the little girl was earth-shattering.

Xiaomin is illiterate and can't read articles, but people are not stupid. Today's Jiangnan war continues, nearly half of the region is erosive, people's livelihood is withering, and the government and big households are counting on soup kitchen? They don't offer much hope. Some of the poor began to prepare for the famine, and those who fled first had a better chance of surviving.

"Why do you want to destroy the fields? The Yongle Dynasty doesn't harvest grain, without land and canals, how can rice grow well? What do the officials and gentlemen of the Yongle Dynasty eat? I can only farm, whether it is the Great Zhou Dynasty or the Yongle Dynasty, I can still farm. The tenants who followed the chief to guard the earthen wall were holding iron forks, their legs trembling, and their numb eyes were full of tears.

Thankfully, everyone's attention was on the outside, and the cries on the walls kept coming, otherwise the emaciated, sloppy and patched tenant would probably be in trouble.

Tenants relied on renting other people's land to survive in a rich place like Jiangnan, and when the land was destroyed, they fell into despair at the first time.

Wailing, crying, scolding.

The earthen walls look dim in the setting sun. The people at the head of the wall gradually left, and only the desperate people were left weeping bitterly. Li Xiang's shoulders drooped, and he walked towards the city without saying a word, returned to his room, spread out the paper, and began to write letters.

"What's wrong with the owner?" Da Niu asked Ding Shihang worriedly.

"The owner is angry, and someone is going to be unlucky." Ding Shihang clenched the steel knife that had cut the gap, and he regretted that he had not burned the grain ten days ago. If the grain is not burned, it will definitely have to be fed to the dogs.

Li Xiang, who was calm on the surface, lost the last trace of sympathy for the Yongle Dynasty, and was furious in his heart!