Seeing his condition, Su Chenhao knew he would bleed to death soon. He felt it was bad luck for someone to die on such a joyous occasion.

"Dad, I don't think using a towel to stop the bleeding from his wound will work."

"What should we do then?" This was the first time Qiao Haisheng had encountered such a situation, and it was already quite remarkable that he was able to react in time and direct everyone to do so many things.

"Use soot from the bottom of a pot with salt. That has a hemostatic effect. You have to stop the bleeding before you can save a life," Su Chenhao said casually. Actually, soot from the bottom of a pot would have been enough; adding salt was just a way to punish him.

His right foot has recovered; I wonder which expert healed him. A person like that would be a menace if left in this world. And so, God sent someone to deal with him.

A whole bowl of soot and salt was poured out. Song Min screamed and then fainted.

They examined it closely and found that the bleeding from the wound had stopped, or at least not as much as before.

After examining the wound, it was clear that Song Min was completely ruined.

Qiao Lingling squatted on the floor of the outer room, her mind increasingly chaotic. She couldn't imagine what she would face next.

Qiao Haixing sat on the kang (a heated brick bed): "Brother, what do we do next?"

Qiao Haisheng looked up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Find a car and take him to the hospital. Didn't I just say? He's so badly injured, he needs to be taken to the hospital immediately."

"What an undeserved disaster! How did I end up like this?" Qiao Haixing grumbled.

"Dad, I'll go out and find a car," Qiao Xiaoshan said at this moment.

"Go on!" Qiao Haisheng waved to his son.

Qiao Xiaoshan lifted the curtain and hurriedly left. As he passed the outer room, he saw Qiao Lingling squatting there, looking lost and dejected. He thought to himself, "She's really ruthless."

It truly proves the old saying: "The most poisonous heart is that of a woman!"

The villagers were all enjoying a feast, and no one heard a sound. The meat dishes were delicious and plentiful, and everyone ate plate after plate. Only when their stomachs were completely full did they take out the plastic bags they had prepared.

In order to take things back, almost everyone prepared plastic bags and began packing their things in a rush.

Song Facai and Liu Zhaodi were also among this group of people, and they were all unwilling to give way to each other in order to grab more things.

These days, delicious meat dishes are so rare; whoever is quick gets to grab them.

A small bag was filled with a jumbled mess of food, and all the soup on the table had been poured out. If everyone hadn't been there, Liu Zhaodi would have wanted to steal the plates and bowls; after all, there were almost all the plates in the house, and her son had broken them that evening. It looked like they were running out of food.

Seeing that there was nothing left on the table, Song Facai said, "Let's go home."

Liu Zhaodi looked at the little thing in her hand: "This little bit of stuff isn't even enough to fill our son's teeth."

Go inside and ask someone for some more meat and vegetables. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; if you don't buy now, the vegetables will be gone in no time.

"Go get the food yourself, I can't afford to lose face like that. What happened last time was embarrassing enough, let's not cause any more trouble."

"Look, everyone left all smiles. We had a rare good meal today, so let's not worry about it." Song Facai said earnestly.

"Don't forget, we gave a two-yuan gift. It's too much of a loss to accept such a small gift."

You said he's your good brother, right? It's just ordering food, do you think he'd refuse to give you face?

Song Facai sighed, "Once the brotherhood is used up, it's gone. Don't make me do this shameful thing."