However, when the soil was almost dug up, Qi Dali was stupid.

His voice trembled slightly, and he said, "Ning'er, this, this is the Divine Grass?" ”

Divine grass?

Well, in ancient times, ginseng did have this name.

However, Shuning did not answer, but continued to carefully dig the soil.

Qi Dali couldn't help but look at his daughter in front of him, and he always felt that something was different.

His three daughters have been different from the two eldest since she was a child, and when she was three years old, she didn't know how to talk much, and what she often did every day was to cry.

He can't remember how many times he can cry a day, except for crying, just staring around with round eye circles, although the child doesn't cry now, but the cleverness hasn't changed.

But how could this four-year-old child know this sacred grass?

The average farmer may not understand the value of the sacred grass, but how can he not understand it, it's just that the sacred grass he sees is all sun-dried roots, and he has never seen it grow in the soil like this.

When the whole ginseng is dug up, Shuning can basically distinguish from its length and color, this should be a whole bearded dried ginseng.

With this ginseng, it may be of great use today.

Qi Dali saw that Shuning dug out the ginseng with his hands and feet, filled it with soil, and then directly put the divine grass in his baggage.

Qi vigorously swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself: Girl, wow, do you know how much this divine grass is worth!

"Daddy, back!"

After squatting for a long time, Shuning felt that her legs were about to squat and not her own, but the little boy in the dream had not yet appeared, and she couldn't let her guard down!

Qi Dali didn't say much, it was the girl who was playing with it, just as he didn't know, well, didn't know, didn't know......

didn't go far, Shuning couldn't help frowning, the smell of blood!

That's not far off!

She put her arms around her father's neck and carefully observed the surrounding situation, and at this time, Qi Dali also smelled the smell of blood and raised her vigilance.

He tied the burden on his body tighter, and then whispered, "Ning'er, hug Daddy!" ”

Shuning didn't speak, she did hug her tighter, and told her father with her actions that she was very obedient.

As soon as I walked a short distance, I could see the knife marks left on the trees and the blood stains on the ground that had not yet dried up.

Shuning frowned, that's right, this is it, Daddy is in danger here!

Just when Shuning was pondering how to make his father out of danger, he felt a fluctuation and jumped down beside a boy with a few strong flying bodies.

Shuning raised her eyebrows, this is the so-called light work?

Without thinking about it, the person who was exactly the same as in the dream appeared in front of her, covered in blood, pale, and with her eyes closed.

Qi Dali cautiously did not step forward, but observed the surroundings, Shuning appreciated her father's caution very much, with this sense of crisis, her father could never be an ordinary farmer, not to mention, she still remembered that in the confusion, someone called her father "Lord".

There was no birdsong in the silence around him, and Qi Dali stepped forward to check the boy's injury, which was at least three inches long from his armpit to his waist, and there was also a place on his thigh, and the clothes on his body had been infected with blood and could not see the original color.

Qi Dali hurriedly sealed several of the boy's acupoints, and hemmed down a few of his clothes, wanting to further bandage the boy, this is, Shu Ning on his back hugged Qi Dali's neck tightly, and said softly: "Daddy, it's not safe here!" In her dream, she saw Qi Dali squatting here to help the child treat his wounds, and was shot by an arrow from someone who suddenly appeared!

Qi Dali suddenly raised his head, there is no cover in the open space here, you can see this place from a distance, it is really not suitable to stay for a long time, but this kid?

"If Daddy doesn't have the strength, Ning'er can come down and go by herself!"

Qi Dali, who was hesitating, was interrupted, and said with a smile: "How can Daddy have no strength!" Daddy is just worried about ......"

"My little brother bled a lot."

"Then let's go!"

Qi Dali thought to himself, what his daughter said was right, this child had a lot of blood and needed to be treated as soon as possible.

He gently lifted the boy up, holding up his hands, even if he was carrying a child on his back, but this was not a problem at all for Qi Dali.

It was still a light effort, and after running vigorously for a while, he began to stop a little panting, it was a mountain stream, the woods were dense, and it was very hidden, so he put the boy down and planned to help him deal with his wounds.

Shuning, who was put down, obediently squatted beside the boy, watching her father help the boy untie his clothes, Rao has been the chief surgeon for many years, and she couldn't help frowning, this child is too seriously injured!

Qi Dali took the strip of cloth torn from her clothes to the stream to get wet, and Shuning took out the ginseng she had just picked from her baggage, washed it, and cut a few slices of ginseng with a knife and stuffed it into the boy's mouth.

Qi vigorously shook the boy's hand to treat the wound, a few taels of silver, and it was gone......

However, how did the three daughters of his family know that this divine grass could be eaten like this?

Before Qi could figure it out, Shuning took out a needle and thread from the burden and said to his father, "Daddy, sew!" ”

"Sewn? This, can this be sewn? ”

"It's okay if your clothes are torn, isn't this okay?"

Qi Dali was asked by Shuning's words, can this wound really be sewn like this?

But Qi Dali looked at the third child of his family holding a needle and thread, and he really didn't know what to do.

Shuning was anxious, the wound had been cleaned, although it looked serious, but there were no bones or tendons, so hurry up and stitch it!

Seeing that his father didn't react, Shuning stuffed the needle and thread into Qi Dali's hand, and said seriously: "Sew!" ”

Qi Dali thought to himself, if this was his son, he would have slapped it earlier, but this is a girl, a little padded jacket! What's more, this kid still hurt his body because of his own negligence, and he doesn't know if he hurt his head or not, where to do it!

Looking at Shuning's resolute eyes, Qi Dali inexplicably felt a sense of convincing, there was no medicine at hand, or the dead horse would be treated as a live horse doctor!

Subsequently, he didn't hesitate, took the needle and thread, and sewed it like a garment, but when he was about to sew the second stitch, he was stopped by Shuning.

I only saw that Shu Ning took the needle and thread in his hand, tied a knot there slowly, and then cut it with a knife, and handed the needle and thread to Qi Dali again.

"Do you want to do it stitch by stitch?"

Shuning nodded.

"Good!"

First sutured the wound under the armpit, and then sutured the upper thigh, fortunately, it was all knife wounds and sword wounds, wound certificates, and first stopped the bleeding, treated the wound, and sewed down dozens of stitches.

When he looked up after sewing, he saw his little girl holding a handful of washed green grass in her hand and handing it to him.

Qi vigorously gasped, wormwood! How can Ning'er understand the good medicine of warming the meridian to dispel dampness, dissipate cold and stop bleeding?