"He Xianglao, it's good to see Xin'an!

"Since I saw this letter, it is when there are difficulties in the past few days, I am not close and cannot be interviewed, and the Pure Yang Dao Leader has always been quiet and inconvenient to disturb, so you are probably in a hurry.

"It's just that you have forgotten a person, who has been disappointed for a long time and has not endured, with lofty ambitions but conforming to reality and doing nothing, if possible, this person can solve the immediate crisis, and if he can arouse the fire in his heart, he can lead the villagers of Wutian all the way forward unhindered.

"This person is you!

"I really don't want to see you grow old in the fields, I don't want to see you being smoothed out by the trivialities of life, what I hope is to see you old and old, lofty ideals and ignore it, what should be done now, I believe that you have a plan, so you don't need others to help you make decisions. I'll see you there. ”

The letter is very short, to put it bluntly, it is just a small bowl of chicken soup, but for He Defang, who has been mentally poor for a long time, it is rich and mellow.

Printed letters, which in the eyes of the ancients, existed like books. The text of chicken soup, in modern times, anyone who has a little insight can pull a bunch of big truths, that is, chicken soup!

Whether He Defang is a person with lofty ambitions, Zhao Xiang doesn't know, but it can be seen that he named his son Hei Niu "When will he return", so he is not an exaggeration, even if his ambitions are not high, write a letter, purely as a sycophant - if it is you, when someone says that you are ambitious, most of you will recognize it.

Zhao Xiang is not a fairy, he doesn't know what tricks to use, he is not Zhuge Liang, his lazy personality does not allow himself to be "wise and close to demons", although the more he uses his brain, the more he is bright, but it is not a good thing.

As for the behavior of those in power who "bow down to everything", Zhao Xiang is even more shameless. Not only is the body tired, but the heart is even more tired - people who are not trustworthy need their own guidance in everything.

And recently, after he has been respected by the villagers, he has been deeply affected by it - last time, Hei Niu and Sande even had a dispute over the direction of the plough, and the two put down their work and ran to the mountain to ask themselves. Zhao Xiang's mood at that time was broken, the ghost knows that the plough still has to look at the direction, is this still related to the rotation of the earth?

A person is a porter of time and space, all kinds of new things, but everything that is needed wants to move over, and the premise of moving here is that Zhao Xiang himself has to learn to use it first, and studying the instruction manuals of various modern commodities is enough for him to have a headache, how can he still have the energy to take care of big and small things.

Of course, Zhao Xiang took it for granted, he thought that when he was not in the Southern Song Dynasty, the villagers would come to him for nothing more than trivial things. If he knew that Kaiyuan Temple had come to grab the tractor, the characterization of this matter would definitely not be as simple as a "trivial matter".

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At the time of the day, the night was dark and the wind was high.

Wangcai, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly barked, but Wangcai was trapped in the wooden house, the soundproofing in the house was too good, and the glass windows were double-layer soundproof glass, so that Wangcai's barking was directly suppressed by the insects in the yard.

This is the nouveau riche mentality, never buy the right one, only the expensive one. When Zhao Xiang was building a wooden house, he just said in passing: "If the sound insulation effect is good, you have to use sandwich vacuum glass, but that thing is quite expensive." So he felt that he urgently needed a wooden house with excellent sound insulation, and the foam in the walls was changed to this need. Of course, the result is that the overall price has gone up to a new level.

At the same time that Wangcai's cry was blocked, a group of black-clothed people quietly entered the mountain gate of Xiaozhishan and quickly divided into two groups. The gang went straight to the main hall and pressed the two wooden doors of the crypt. A group of people directly surrounded the wooden house, poured fire oil, set it on fire, and the fire rose in an instant.

The fire flew to the height of more than one person, and the man in black was about to leave, but countless tiny jets of water erupted from under the eaves of the wooden roof, instantly suppressing the fire.

The black-clothed man at the head became angry, kicked the door and shouted, "Rush in and chop it all!" ”

After this heavy kick, more than 30 young men suddenly rushed out of the hall, in the mixed forest, and behind the stones, holding long knives in their hands, and surrounded seven or eight black-clothed people. As soon as the young men came up, they brandished the machetes in their hands, and they slashed directly at the black-clothed man without any room for negotiation.

The machetes collided, sparks flew and disappeared in the dark night, followed by screams.

Poor people in black were just thinking about chopping the people in the wooden house into meat sauce, and in the blink of an eye, they became fish on the chopping board.

A curtain was pulled open on the upper floor of the wooden house, and through the thick bulletproof glass, Zhao Xiang quietly watched everything that happened below.

He had just returned from the modern world, just after the fire had been extinguished by water. He noticed something unusual outside the room, but didn't rush out - his adrenal hormones were so high that his heart beat and breathed faster.

But he chose to be silent, everyone has a time when they are young and energetic, including Zhao Xiang. If it weren't for the changes in his body caused by soaking in the ball of light, he would have a scar more than a foot long on his back. The rough sutures caused the wound to heal into a finger-sized protrusion, as hideous as a valgus sarcoma.

That scar represents Zhao Xiang's youthful arrogance, and it also makes him stand silently behind the window now, using violence is always the most unwise choice, and it is the most primitive way to solve the problem, but as long as there is a little sense, he doesn't want to joke with his life.

He is not a god, just a human being, an ordinary person, who has graduated from school and worked, and has worked hard, but all his efforts have eventually degenerated into a mediocre life. If he hadn't won the lottery, he wouldn't have gone shopping, he wouldn't have sat in the square, and he wouldn't have come into this world. Now that you have survived, you should cherish your life and stay away from danger......

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiang's breathing became more and more rapid.

The seven men in black who were surrounded quickly turned into a pile of dead bodies, and the other group of people in the original hall were also surrounded and hacked to death.

The villagers' methods were extremely simple and crude, and they were very effective, but the consequences were also very serious, because they were facing the warrior monks of Kaiyuan Temple. Even in the face of machetes with deliberately lengthened handles, the warrior monks were still extremely powerful in the face of the final blow.

When Zhao Xiang turned on the light, there were several villagers on the ground who had been injured by wooden sticks - fortunately, those black-clothed people only brought long sticks, and they didn't come directly with long knives like last time, otherwise it would be even more miserable.

Seventeen of the thirty-six Ota were wounded, three of them seriously. One head was smashed open, and the flesh covered by the heavenly spirit two fingers wide was beaten into pulp, and the person was directly unconscious. One of the hand bones was discounted and hung in a strange position. The other had a hole in the stomach with a wooden stick, revealing a half-foot-long intestine.

Chunyang was called out by Zhao Xiang, and the wounded were carried to the main hall by everyone.

Zhao Xiang moved out all the medicines stored in the house, he was afraid of death, so he prepared a lot of medicines. From normal saline to Yunnan Baiyao, common and usable trauma drugs are basically prepared, but treating injuries by hand is another matter.

Seeing that Zhao Xiang was stunned, Chunyang rushed to the front and asked, "You tell me how to use it, and I'll come to the rescue!" ”

There are no anesthetics, which are not allowed to be purchased by individuals, so even if there are various drugs, the way of rescue is still simple and crude.

Alcohol is poured directly over the wound to clean, the blood is wiped off, and after the hair is shaved, the hemostatic medicine is poured directly and bandaged.

The exposed intestines are stuffed directly back into the abdomen, and alcohol is poured to disinfect and pour hemostatic medicine......

Bone...... All Zhao Xiang could provide was bandages and splints. Western medicine is simple to deal with fractures, but traditional Chinese medicine is different, and ointment is added to help recovery, and Zhao Xiang can't buy ointment for fractures, so it needs to be used and adjusted. Fortunately, Chunyang already has the ability to modulate, otherwise it can only be directly clamped.