The two of them didn't dare to light the lights after they came in, and the light in the room was not too bright.

But by the moonlight, Li Zhengyi could still see Wu Dalang take out a wooden box from under the bricks in the corner, and there were some broken silver and copper plates in it.

This Wu Dalang looks very honest, but he didn't expect that he still has this kind of mind and knows how to hide private money. That amount of silver seems to be quite a lot, and it must add up to more than twenty taels in total.

"Don't your ladies know about this?"

Wu Dalang put the broken silver and copper plates into a cloth bag, turned his back to Li Zhengyi and said with a smile: "How can I let her know that I secretly hid it." ”

It is said that there is no business and no treachery, and there is no honest one. It's just that some people seem to be honest on the surface, and who knows if they are good or bad in their hearts?

"Let's go."

The private money was hidden here, and when Wu Dalang put those silver wallets into the clothes on his chest, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

At the moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his chest, but he didn't notice some blood oozing from the clothes on his chest.

Under Li Zhengyi's reminder, Wu Dalang rummaged through the cabinets and changed into relatively clean clothes.

He wanted to change himself, but the clothes at Wu Dalang's house did not fit, so he had to continue to wear the clothes he took from the farmer's house.

The two walked around the house again, but did not find any marks left by Pan Jinlian, so they left so as not to be discovered by the neighbors around them.

was going to go to Li Zhengyi's small building to hide for the night, but he suddenly stopped after just a few steps.

Thinking that the wound on Wu Dalang's chest is not healed, and he has dealt with it so roughly, don't die of excessive blood loss at night.

"Follow me."

After walking forward for a distance, Li Zhengyi took Wu Dalang and led him to Uncle He Jiu's house in Lion Lane.

There were no pedestrians in the dark alley, only some sounds coming from the next house from time to time, and the two of them walked lightly inside.

"Knock knock~"

"Who?"

"It's me."

When Li Zhengyi answered, the room suddenly fell silent. After a while, Uncle He Jiu secretly opened the door and saw Li Zhengyi and Wu Dalang outside, and the expression on his face was very shocked.

He poked his head out and looked around, seeing nothing but darkness, so he pulled the two of them in and closed the door tightly.

"Second Brother Li, what are you two of...?"

Faced with Uncle He Jiu's question, Li Zhengyi did not answer directly, but pointed to Wu Dalang's chest and said: "At the moment, the matter is urgent, please ask Uncle He Jiu to help, we can only find you a person who can be trusted." ”

"The knife wound on Wuda's chest can't be delayed, and I ask Uncle He Jiu to ask a trustworthy person to deal with it, I believe that Wudutou will definitely thank you after he comes back."

I don't know if I really believe in Wu Song's personality and ability, or if I am a little afraid of Li Zhengyi's bright and dazzling Pu Dao in his hand now.

Uncle He Jiu lowered his head and groaned for a while, and then agreed to Li Zhengyi's request.

It's just that......

He glanced up in the direction of the back hall, and then said to Li Zhengyi: "I'm tired of the second brother Li just sit here and don't run around, I will definitely do things safely, I will come back soon, and please don't disturb my family." ”

Hearing his words, the expression on Li Zhengyi's face was stunned, because he never thought of threatening other people's families, but he just felt that Uncle He Jiu was quite reliable, and he couldn't find anyone else for a while, so he came to Uncle He Jiu's house.

But at the moment, he didn't explain too much, just nodded yes, Uncle He Jiu didn't say anything more, opened the door and quietly walked into the darkness.

"Second Brother Li, you... You're so good to me. ”

When Wu Dalang came with him before, he only thought that Li Zhengyi was killing people to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that he was coming to Uncle He Jiu to treat his wounds, and the gratitude in his heart was overflowing.

"It's all my own family, so why bother to say anything."

Li Zhengyi thought to himself that he couldn't help it, he couldn't watch the wound on his chest keep oozing blood and not care.

I don't want to say anything in my heart, don't let this situation that has been reversed so hard go to waste.

At the same time, thinking of this step, there is no other way, if you still want to complete the task again, you can only remove the root cause.

I believe that as long as the culprit disappears, Wu Song will not kill people casually to vent his anger. No matter how he said it, he was an adult, and at that time he must have known that it was the right thing to find a way to help his brother get rid of his crime.

The two kept their promise and did not walk around, but only stayed in the front room, but from time to time they would lie on the door and look out to see the surrounding movements.

Time flies, and more than half an hour has passed in a blink of an eye, but Uncle He Jiu still hasn't returned.

Just when the two of them were upset, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house, and when they opened it, it was Uncle He Jiu, but he came back alone.

"Uncle He Jiu, ...... are you?"

Uncle He Jiu was relieved to see that the two of them were sitting safely in the house and not running around.

After glancing at the back room, he said, "I also learned some about this wound treatment in the early years. In order to avoid extraneous branches, I didn't call a doctor, but just asked an acquaintance to buy sheep intestines and some medicines. If Second Brother Li can be trusted, will it be feasible for me to stitch up the wound for Wuda? ”

It works, of course it does.

Uncle He Jiu deserves to be a safe person, knowing that this matter cannot be extraneous, so he did not look for outsiders.

As for his technique of dealing with sutured wounds, Li Zhengyi thinks that he will not be worse than himself, right?

After getting the consent, Uncle He Jiu did not do it immediately, but went to the back room to take a look first, and brought a basin of hot water after a while.

While helping Wu Dalang clean his wounds, he pointed to the oiled paper bag next to him and said to Li Zhengyi: "Second Brother Li is hungry, right?" Inside that bag is roast chicken and steamed buns, you eat first. The jar next to it is filled with wine, and if you are thirsty, you can drink it at will, just wait for me to treat the knife wound of Wuda. ”

Even if he was a little hungry and thirsty, Li Zhengyi did not choose to eat alone, he was still ready to wait for Wu Dalang's wound to be healed, and then the two of them would share it together.

He just sat quietly and watched Uncle He Jiu use hot water and alcohol to help Wu Dalang clean the knife wound on his chest very carefully.

I thought that Uncle He Jiu was really a meticulous person, and his rough methods were really incomparable, which could be seen from Wu Dalang's completely different reactions from the previous pig killing.

After cleaning, he began to stitch up, looking at the sharp steel needle, interspersed with sheep intestines back and forth on the wound, Li Zhengyi couldn't bear to look at it for a while.

Wu Dalang also grinned and trembled, but fortunately, Li Zhengyi went over in time to help hold it down.

Although Uncle He Jiu is not young, his technique is quite steady, and it didn't take long to stitch together the long knife wound on Wu Dalang's chest.

Next, the medicine and bandaging were much smoother, and after everything was over, Uncle He Jiu took out the cotton cloth that Wu Dalang was biting in his mouth, and there were two clear tooth marks on it.

originally thought that the two of them were sharing delicious wine and meat together, but it didn't take long for Wu Dalang to heal the wound, and he fell asleep peacefully, so Li Zhengyi had to let Uncle He Jiu enjoy it with him.

It didn't take long for the two to laugh and eat most of the roast chicken, and they drank a few large bowls of wine.

But suddenly, Li Zhengyi's face changed greatly, and he ran to the backyard and vomited.