Chapter 88 You have to listen to your wife.

The moonlight was bright, and it sprinkled on the snow, like a burning silver light.

After the evening meal, they set off again. The old cow was panting, and it had to stop to rest after walking a few steps. The distance between it and the team in front was gradually increasing.

They were all old, weak, sick and disabled. If they fell behind too much, once bandits appeared, it would not be a joke.

There were mountains and forests on both sides of the road, with swaying shadows of trees. It looked very dark, and occasionally there were strange calls of night birds.

Yu Tingwan fed the old cow a few mouthfuls of grass to comfort it, and tried to pull it forward.

For this reason, Hui Niang was particularly anxious, and saw the old cow staggering forward a few steps.

Hui Niang: ...

I always knew that Wan Niang was strong, but I didn't expect it to be this strong.

Yu Tingwan: ...

She seems to... not use enough strength?

The wheels rolled forward.

The old cow staggered for more than ten steps before finally catching up with the rhythm, standing firm, and letting the ox cart return to its previous stability.

Unlike the effort just now, it walked particularly easily this time.

Very confident!

Not even breathing.

Even very fast.

Yu Tingwan: ...

It's quite puzzling.

But this is a good thing, the girl is happy to see it happen.

She and Hui Niang both breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the old ox would go on strike again, so they didn't get on the carriage again, and led the way in front holding the reins.

The girl breathed a cold breath.

"That County Magistrate Yang is a good official who does practical things for the people."

Hui Niang said softly: "As long as it is an unjust case, he will take it."

This...

Yu Tingwan turned her head: "What was the result?"

Hui Niang gestured: "I have inquired about it. It is said that he took a hundred cases in half a year and solved more than 30 cases."

"But he offended a lot of people for this. He was even covered with a black cloth and beaten to the point of almost losing half his life."

Hui Niang held up the torch that Yang Weiwen asked the constable to send before leaving, and sighed: "If he was in charge of our Ze County, he would not have..."

Yu Tingwan didn't say a word.

It's good.

But he doesn't seem to be very smart and stubborn.

So he was isolated by other county magistrates.

Being exiled to this point, even if one has great ambitions, it is very difficult to stand out, not be corrupted, and remain honest.

The world is turbid, and going with the flow is the norm.

While Hui Niang was talking, the blue crow flapped its wings and landed on the ox cart. Its mung bean-sized eyes stopped rolling, and it was as quiet as a quail.

Yue Shan had fallen asleep.

But Wei Zhao was still awake.

He looked at the huge monster that suddenly appeared expressionlessly.

In the dark night, Fu Meng had been following for a long time.

Yes, it buried its head and used its head to push the carriage forward.

Perhaps because it was afraid of being punished by Wei Zhao, Fu Meng did not dare to look at his face.

It just tentatively extended its paw pads towards Wei Zhao

. Before it touched, it was slapped away by Wei Zhao mercilessly.

Fu Meng's claws stopped in the air dejectedly, but did not retract.

It continued to push forward effortlessly, and after an unknown period of time, the paw pads pressed towards Wei Zhao again.

It was slapped again.

Fu Meng's fierce eyes flashed with confusion, feeling aggrieved about it.

In the past, he would have roared because of his bad temper!

But now he dared not to do so because he was guilty.

The blue crow watched in fear.

There flashed a flash of pity in his eyes for Fu Meng's ignorance of life and death.

The blue crow straightened its back and flew over, trying to comfort him. It

was slapped away by Fu Meng.

Suddenly.

Yu Tingwan heard a shrill bird cry from the ox cart behind.

"Ga!"

Without waiting for her to turn around to check, she saw the blue crow flying over tremblingly.

She didn't know how much abuse it had suffered, and how many feathers it had lost.

Yu Tingwan:? ? ?

"Husband."

"You won't..."

Before she finished speaking.

Wei Zhao's cold voice came.

"Yes, it's me. I'm so cruel that I don't even let the birds go."

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When they stopped to rest, everyone was exhausted.

Fu Meng went to lie down in the woods next to him quietly, and no one knew he had been there.

Yu Tingwan was very sleepy.

The ox cart was too small to sleep.

The conditions were not good, and there was not much to worry about outside. The girl braved the biting cold wind, pulled out a few wooden boards from the ox cart and put them on the ground, and she and Hui Niang covered themselves with quilts and slept.

The night was getting thicker and thicker.

The whistling wind swept the rustling sound of the leaves, and blew on the face, as if a sharp dagger could separate the skin and flesh.

It was not as comfortable as home.

In a daze, she heard a rustling sound.

Yu Tingwan tried to open her eyelids and saw someone sitting up.

This figure was definitely not Yue Shan.

Before she could speak, Wei Zhao turned on the kerosene lamp.

Wei Zhao's lips turned purple from the cold.

But he was covered with the thickest blanket in the house.

There was also a small pot of burning charcoal on the cart.

It can be said that Yu Tingwan and Hui Niang, two weak women, gave him everything they could.

Wei Zhao knew how bad his health was. He had come to this point and was not so ignorant of his own strength that he had to show off and exchange with them.

He covered the Yueshan beside him tightly.

The itch in his throat was annoying, and drinking water did not relieve it at all.

He seemed to notice that the girl was looking at him with her eyes, but he did not say a word and took out a needle from the corner.

It was used by Hui Niang to sew clothes on weekdays, and he took it before going out.

After wiping it with cloth, Wei Zhao put it on the kerosene lamp to roast.

A faint voice came from his ear.

"What are you doing?"

Yu Tingwan came over at some point and stared at him with a fierce look.

Wei Zhao said lightly: "Bleeding."

Yu Tingwan did not understand.

But Wei Zhao directly pierced the needle into the flesh.

The medicines he had taken these days were effective. He checked his pulse on the way and

found that he still had four days left. He said a few days ago that he could live for five days.

It can be seen that what old man Qian said before about eating wild ginseng to prolong life was not wrong.

But with such a foundation, no matter how good the medicine is, it will be the last gasp.

At most, it can only last a few more days.

Wei Zhao asked: "At this speed, how long will it take to get to the town?"

Yu Tingwan had walked this road when she was brought back by Hu Dazhu.

She subconsciously made a rough calculation: "The road is not easy to walk on. It is estimated that it will take two days to get to the town, and another day from the town to the city."

Wei Zhao was silent for a long time: "Not enough."

There is only one day left, and I am afraid that time is too urgent.

If something unexpected happens...

Yu Tingwan didn't understand his hidden meaning, and before she could think about it, she saw Wei Zhao piercing her body, twice...

It looked like a real acupuncture point that could save lives.

Yu Tingwan was frightened for a moment.

She opened her mouth, her breathing was slightly stagnant, and she reminded softly: "Be gentle."

The girl's voice was a little trembling.

"You know that stupid nephew of Mrs. Fan."

"When he was a kid, he played with needles. He stabbed his body a few times and started convulsing and foaming at the mouth. When he woke up, he was stupid."

Wei Shen was already ill, what would happen if something happened again?

Wei Zhao gave him more than fifty needles, and the last few needles fell on his fingertips, and thick blood came out.

Wei Zhao said dimly: "Half a day."

It dragged on for another half a day.

It's a pity that this method can only be used once.

He had seen a military doctor use it, and he said that he had read ancient books of medical families and studied the acupuncture methods of Mr. Pan in the previous dynasty, and figured it out by combining the two.

But Wei Shao couldn't do any more difficult acupuncture methods.

Yu Tingwan was already very angry, and stretched out her hand: "Give me the needle."

Wei Zhao heard her using the tone of coaxing a child.

"You have to listen to your wife in everything."

(End of this chapter)