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Chapter 32 Clues

"Too."

Zhang Ziqi took it very seriously, nodded and stood up,
"If there is nothing else, I'll go first."

Wu Qing was a little puzzled, "Busy?"

Zhang Zaiqi was silent, thinking for a while, he dropped his foot, lifted it, and then sat down again, with his right foot on tiptoe, shaking very anxiously,
"I... I have a friend who is also a gong player. He committed a crime. It wasn't a big one. He didn't dare to admit it. His brother-in-law died for him because of it. It rained all night in the dog cage, and he died. It was so miserable. He didn't think about eating or drinking after reading it, and others thought he was guilty, but he told me..."

Zhang Ziqi rubbed his chin violently before continuing,
"But he told me that he didn't know his adopted brother very well. He didn't feel guilty. He was glad, but afraid. He was afraid that one day he would die like this."

Is this friend you are talking about yourself?
Wu Qing didn't say this, Zhang Ziqi's mouth was stiff, Wu Qing knew it, but he was so flustered, from the original owner's memory to Wu Qing's after crossing, he had never seen it before.

Wu Qing pressed Zhang Zaiqi's trembling right leg, and suggested to Zhang Zaiqi according to his own method,
"Are you so afraid? If you're afraid, you should make plans early."

"Early plan?"

Zhang Ziqi shuddered and didn't even think about it.
"No, absolutely not! He has more than twenty thugs, who are more obedient than dogs, how could he be able to kill him?"

Wu Qing was startled for a moment, then his face became calm,

"There are more than [-] subordinates, but only one life."

Zhang Ziqi was uneasy,
"To put it simply, you thought you were drinking tea. You're so skilled, it's not the same as being injured here? Twenty people, each with a knife, can a martial artist hold it? Do you know how long you will lie down?"

Wu Qing didn't refute Zhang Ziqi, but said,
"I'm going to lie down for three days, your business..."

"About my friend..."

Zhang Ziqi corrected, then sighed, stood up,
"Three days? Your injury will be healed in three months, you have to go to worship the Taoist. My uncle asked a hoe to hoe his hands when he was young. After decades, he has never been without pain. Forget it, you only know how to punch. , things on the road, you don’t understand.”

Wu Qing closed her eyes and said with lingering fear,

"I ran into a master at the door of my house this time. I could have escaped, but I felt impulsive because I couldn't leave home. I didn't expect it to be so dangerous. I almost died. Anyway, I don't want to do it again. If there is a next time, I will definitely run away." I said plan ahead, I didn't ask if I can kill him, but I want to ask, can your friend escape?"

Wu Qing was taken aback earlier, that's why.If he had known that Shan Mei would almost kill him, he would have run away first, and then hit him if he couldn't escape.

Zhang Zaiqi's footsteps of leaving stopped suddenly, his tone was complicated,
"I can't escape. He has enough money every month to buy medicines. His old mother is sick and depends on him."

"That's it. In addition to people coming from that small house, tell me about ways to make money. I don't know if what happened to your friend has anything to do with me, but I want to do my part."

The two things that didn't match at all, Wu Qing said in one sentence.

"it is good."

Zhang Ziqi was silent for a while, walked to the door of the ward,

"But in today's world, if there is a way for his mother, I will go first, and it will be your turn."

As soon as Zhang Zaiqi left, Wu Laosan came in, but he didn't bring porridge.

Wu Qing looked at Wu Laosan's empty hands.

"My cousin is very nice."

Wu Laosan was taken aback for a moment, and became unhappy, pretending to be angry and said,

"The porridge is cooking, I'm not so shabby, I ask for help, and I hide from them."

"My fault."

Wu Qing smiled apologetically, touched her own cheek, paused with her hand, and rubbed it quickly, it was very smooth.

The shallow and slender wound on his face had miraculously disappeared.

What a technique, karma incarnation!
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"Ten ash powder, clears blood and heat, promotes stagnation of blood, and breaks blood stasis. Put it in a paper bag and put it on the mud floor overnight. It costs five cents per serving, and half a bowl of lotus root juice or reed root juice."

Lao Luo put a package of oiled paper into the hands of Wu Laosan, explained the usage and dosage, and persuaded,
"Ah Qingxue just woke up, why rush home?"

"It's all about recuperating in bed. I'm more used to lying on the bed at home."

Standing aside with a cane, Wu Qing with one leg drooping rushed back to Lao Luo ahead of Wu Laosan.

"Besides, the bitter smell of the medical center makes me flustered. I still need to find a safe place to cultivate. There is nothing more comfortable than home. It is this crutch. I will bring it to Uncle Luo in a few days."

Wu Qing knew that the recovery of his injury did not depend on Lao Luo's wound medicine, so there was no need to continue wasting Wu Lao San's money here.

Wu Qing tried it in the afternoon. Although the injury on her foot was still too early to recover, she could still walk with a limp on crutches.

Then he told Wu Laosan that he wanted to go home to recuperate, Wu Qing just found a reason such as the smell of a pharmacy that gave him a headache, and Wu Laosan, who loved his nephew, just let it go.The main reason is that Lao Luo told him before that Wu Qing's injury can only be recuperated.How is rest different?
"Use it. If you feel any discomfort when you go back, come to me in time. And change the bandage after five days."

Lao Luo stopped persuading him, opened a medical clinic, and gained more knowledge.Those who are anxious to go home are no less than those who are anxious to seek medical treatment.People who are poor do not get sick.

Before leaving, Wu Qing glanced at the clockwork clock in front of the medical hall.

It was six o'clock.

Fifty hours are left before the injury recovers.

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The days are long in midsummer, it is still bright at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and there are not many pedestrians on the road.

Every factory in Shuidong changes shifts at [-]:[-] pm at night.

The golden and black diamond-shaped guise of Luo's Boundary Orthopedic Clinic circled behind him with the wind, getting farther and farther away.

Wu Laosan wanted to support Wu Qing, but was rejected by Wu Qing, so he had to walk behind, watching Wu Qing's steps behind Wu Qing, just in case.In case Wu Qing's legs can't bear the strength, he can step forward to help.

Wu Qing limped forward on crutches.The two walked towards home with the afterglow of the setting sun behind their backs.

Wu Qing's tragic appearance attracted the attention of passers-by from time to time.

As he was walking, Wu Qing suddenly noticed the rolling sound of the "rolling" wooden wheel in his ears gradually ringing.

Following the sound, he saw a black mass of carts behind him, and he couldn't count them at a glance.

The goods pulled on each cart are also the same.

A pointed wooden gun was inserted into a crossbar.It's rejection.

With so many rejecting horses entering the city, is there going to be a war?Wu Qing was curious.Rejecting horses is a thing used on the battlefield.

Although Wu Qing has not been here for a long time and has not seen it with his own eyes, Wu Qing has not forgotten that the land of the Republic of China is still in a state of warlords.

Hu, Yu, Ying, Duan and other warlords occupied land as kings. Due to the uneven distribution of land and fierce conflicts in cabinet formation, there were constant wars between the warlords of various factions.

But when I thought about it, it was wrong. If I want to fight the war, the horse should be shipped out. Where would it be sent to the city?
And the more you go down, as time goes by, there are more and more gong players on the street carrying knives and shouting.

It is not surprising to see Da Gong Zai on the street.Yujiang has always had 28 members of the boat gang, so one can imagine how many members of the gang there are in Yujiang.

On weekdays, gong gongs can be seen everywhere on the street.But now more than usual.

At every intersection, there is a group of more than a dozen gong players gathered together, and these gong players are still directing the carts pulling Juma to unload the goods.

(End of this chapter)