After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Hearing this, Qin Xiaofeng nodded, glanced at An Yumo, and turned to walk under the shade of the tree. People on the other side of the road also gathered around, but three yamen runners took out charcoal pencils, divided everyone into two rows, and questioned them one by one. An independent space was formed under the shade of the tree for Qin Xiaofeng to question alone.

Lin Mingxuan bowed and pointed at the injured man who was still holding his head, then pointed at his left ear, and walked to the side. Qin Xiaofeng frowned slightly, squatted down, and said loudly: "Little brother, I am a constable from the Luocheng County Government. Tell me what happened?"

The man collapsed to the ground, with some fear in his eyes, and continued to lean on his brother without saying a word. Two yamen runners pulled him up and made him face Qin Xiaofeng. He seemed frightened and trembled a little.

"What's your name and where do you live?" asked a bailiff.

"My name is Huang Yong. I'm from Luocheng and live in Nan'ao Village..."

"Where's the pass?"

"It should be here..." He looked down at his chest, and the bailiff immediately took it out and handed it to Qin Xiaofeng.

"Huang Jun, Huang Yong?" Qin Xiaofeng looked at the man covered by the white cloth, "Why did your carriage explode into that state?"

The man whimpered and tried to lower his head, but the bailiff grabbed him, leaving him no room for resistance. Ding Xirui and An Yumo looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

"Don't try to hide it. I can smell the gunpowder from a long distance away."

Huang Yong trembled, but still didn't speak.

Qin Xiaofeng lifted the white cloth and took a look, then turned around and said slowly: "Privately buying and selling gunpowder is a serious crime. Even if you die, your corpse may be whipped, and you are not allowed to build a tomb or erect a tombstone. You will only be thrown into a mass grave." As soon as he said this, the man's eyes widened.

"Sir, we two brothers are doing some small jobs for others. Please let our elder brother go. He is already dead..."

"Whether you will be treated leniently or not depends on whether you tell the truth."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything." Huang Yong fell to the ground.

"How did the car explode?"

"I wanted to have something hot during lunch, so I started a fire. Unexpectedly, sparks splashed onto the curtains. I didn't notice it until it started burning. My brother noticed it first, so he rushed forward, and then it exploded..."

This guy is too careless. He clearly knew that he brought gunpowder, so how could he get off the car and leisurely make a fire and cook?

"My brother originally advised me to hurry up and travel. I felt that nothing had happened so far, and nothing would happen this time either..."

"All this time?"

"I admit my guilt! I admit my guilt!"

Qin Xiaofeng's eyes flashed with disgust, and then turned into worry. He grabbed Huang Yong's shoulders and said:

"Where do you bring the gunpowder from and where do you transport it to? How many people are working on it?"

Huang Yong opened his mouth and closed it again. His lips trembled as he remembered something terrible.

“Hurry up and tell me!” Qin Xiaofeng was annoyed. His eyes were sharp, as if a sword flashed through them. “Otherwise, your brother might be thrown into the deserted mountains and eaten by wolves…”

Ding Xirui's scalp tingled when he heard this. He held An Yumo's hand tightly with one hand and clutched his clothes tightly with the other.

"We just follow orders and work for the boss..."

"What boss, what do you want me to do?"

"More than a dozen people in our village went to Jiangjin, Yonghe, Luocheng and Lanxian to look for saltpeter and sulfur. If there was ready-made gunpowder, we would take some with us..." Huang Yong said, and sniffed.

Qin Xiaofeng glanced at him impatiently. Although this man was injured, his clothes were much better than those of ordinary people, yet he was still greedy!

"Is that boss also in Nan'ao Village?"

"No... I don't know where he is. Every month the steward comes to give us instructions and gives us money."

"When was it all?"

"Not necessarily. It's always available."

"Nonsense! How can one do business without any plan?" Qin Xiaofeng shouted, causing everyone else to look at him sideways.

"Is there a certain day when people go there more often?" asked a bailiff nearby.

"It seems..." Huang Yong began to recall, "It seems that more people go there on the 15th."

"Now you understand." Qin Xiaofeng let go of his shoulders and stood up.

"This matter is of great importance. Return to the yamen and inform Lord Wang immediately."

"Yes."

The yamen runners asked for details of the explosion and registered them one by one. Qin Xiaofeng warned everyone not to leak the information about the explosion. He knew that such a big thing could not be covered up, and less spread of it could also buy time for the yamen to solve the case.

After some cleaning and tidying up, An Yumo's carriage was requisitioned. It was brought by Xiaohu and Xiaobao. She did not object, but she felt a little uncomfortable. The carriage had to carry corpses and prisoners, which made her feel uncomfortable. She could not care about so much. The case was urgent and solving it was important. Just as she was about to leave, Ling Junsheng arrived with his men.

"Brother Ling!"

"Brother Qin! Sorry, I'm late because I'm busy with something at the government office."

The two men saluted and exchanged a few words. Qin Xiaofeng pulled him aside and explained the details. Ling Junsheng looked at the carriage, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the curtain.

"To be honest, Brother Qin, I have been chasing after a batch of saltpeter mines these past two days..."

The two exchanged information, discussed for a long time, and then bowed and said goodbye. The carriage was on the road again, and Lin Mingxuan looked solemn.

"How are Huang Yong's ears?" Ding Xirui asked.

"There was some blood in the ear canal. I just tried it and he could only hear a little bit of sound in his left ear. After getting in the car, he started to have a headache and tinnitus."

"Oh!" Ding Xirui sighed and regretted deeply. Being at the explosion site so close to the explosion site, her hearing must have been damaged. She didn't pay attention to her ears at all when she was checking. It was really unsatisfactory.

Lin Mingxuan held her hand and said, "We should be thankful that we can save his life. We don't have the right medicine in our medicine box. I have already given him an injection."

"How should we treat it from now on?" Ding Xirui looked worried.

"Calm down and think about it." Lin Mingxuan patted her hands and handed her the little wooden man in the medicine box.

Ding Xirui touched the acupuncture points and murmured, "Tinggong acupoint, Ermen acupoint, Tinghui acupoint...Acupuncture at these acupoints can relax the meridians and promote blood circulation..."

"Well, what else?"

"In Huang Yong's case, there was the impact of the explosion, and I'm afraid it was also caused by anger. So, to clear the liver fire, can he take Longdan Xiegan Decoction?"

"Yes," Lin Mingxuan nodded, "He was caught in the heat and fell to the ground. He also needs to take some medicine to open up the meridians and promote blood circulation. When we get back, I'm afraid I'll have to consult my father to examine him in detail. I think there's hope that he can recover a little."

"Alas." Ding Xirui sighed again. This was like a punishment from God. To what extent could human intervention be effective? They had come into contact with many patients who had done bad things. Every time they treated them, they always felt conflicted.

The night slowly enveloped the earth, and the group finally arrived in Luocheng County. After a reunion dinner, Ding Lin and the other person returned to their own courtyard. Suddenly, there were a few "hissing" sounds near the street, and fireworks scattered and jumped onto the wall.

Under normal circumstances, Ding Xirui would definitely go out to watch the fun, but after what happened on the way today, she was not in the mood. She was worried about whether there would be problems with the fireworks or whether a big hole would be blown in the wall of the courtyard.

"Nanxing, where do you usually buy fireworks?" Ding Xirui asked. She recalled her birthday in Qizhou City that year. Nanxing finally took a few small fireworks and set them off by the water. It was so beautiful that she still remembered it clearly.

"There are shops that specialize in fireworks and firecrackers," Nanxing replied, "However, as the New Year approaches, there are also people walking around the streets selling small items. They're cheap."

"Parade the streets, are you so bold?"

"Madam, they don't sell much. They probably buy them from the store first and then sell them to make a profit. After all, during the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival, many people buy them. You can't just go to the store and grab them. Some people live far away from the street and are too lazy to go there."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Ding Xirui nodded, with a hint of strangeness in his eyes, "Nanxing, is there anyone who is secretly making and selling it?"

Nan Xing shuddered, "Young Madam, it would be terrible if we were caught. You mean..." He also thought of what happened on the road today.

"I'm just asking, I suspect it's really profitable."

"That's right." Lin Mingxuan also joined in. "If you want to open a workshop to make fireworks and firecrackers, you must apply for approval from the county government. The conditions are strict, and there are not many companies that are allowed to operate. There must be someone who wants to take advantage of the loopholes."

Ding Xirui nodded silently. In that world, whenever the Spring Festival was approaching, every small shop would sell firecrackers and fireworks, regardless of whether they had a license to operate fireworks and firecrackers. But there was no other way. There were only a few shops that could obtain a license, and a large number of people had demand, so small shops also had to make money.