At the beginning of the year of famine, the lucky girl of the farm family used cheats to support the

Qingyang brought the two to the tent. Fubao looked around and said disdainfully, "You're going to live here? There's not even a bed."

Qingyang smiled slightly: "No, you live here."

Fubao: "What? I have to stay? My uncle is not well yet, I want to go home."

Qingyang: "He won't be well for a while if you go back, so someone will take care of him. You stay and help me."

Fubao: "How can I help you?"

Qingyang pointed to the tent and said, "Pack up first, I'll take you there later, and you'll know then."

Fubao was confused by what she heard, but she still arranged the room well. The furniture she had bought in Linzhou earlier was still in the space, and she moved them out one by one to fill the tent.

I spent half an hour scrubbing the inside with well water, and it was finally no longer dusty.

Fubao clapped his hands in satisfaction, walked out of the tent, and said to Qingyang, who was mixing something in the distance, "Master! I'm done!"

Qingyang didn't even raise his head, but just shouted loudly: "Come here!"

Fubao ran over there with thumps and thumps. The grass on the ground was sparse and the soil was hard and cracked, so the noise made by his running was very loud.

Fu Bao approached and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

Qingyang ground the herbs into powder one by one and mixed them together: "See for yourself."

Fubao: "Hemostatics and analgesics. Is anyone injured?" After asking this question, she suddenly fell silent, regretting her stupid question. When two armies go to war, there will naturally be casualties.

Qingyang wrapped the last bit of powder in paper and said, "These are all the herbs I brought with me. Now they are all used up."

Fu Bao naturally knew what he meant, and quickly took out the herbs needed to make these: "Master, I have as many as you need."

Qingyang smiled slightly: "It's my fault that I didn't expect that Linzhou seemed to be just lingering on, but he could hold on for so long."

Fu Bao looked at her puzzled expression and asked hesitantly, "Perhaps you can tell my fortune?"

Qingyang: "The bigger the matter, the more you can't calculate it easily, it will backfire. This matter concerns the fate of the country, so it can't be calculated easily."

Fu Bao: "Then according to your prediction, what will they lose to?"

Qingyang: "Linzhou is suffering from severe drought and locust plague."

Fubao nodded: "Then just wait."

Qingyang said seriously: "Linzhou's food and grass should have been used up a month ago. But..."

Fu Bao: "But now it seems that they have enough food and grass...On the contrary, the situation on our side is not so good."

Qingyang nodded: "They are well-equipped, and Linzhou has iron mines, so it is difficult to defeat them. I came here because I received Xiaoshui's letter. They fought four times this month. Although neither side won or lost, many soldiers were injured."

Only then did Fubao understand why Qingyang and Lin Sen were so anxious to go to the front line.

While Qingyang was preparing the medicine, he said, "Take these medicines with Qingheng to the wounded soldiers camp and let Qingheng apply the medicine. If he can't handle it, you can give orders."

Fubao took the big bag of medicine, turned back, and was startled. Qingheng had quietly come behind her without her knowing when.

Qingyang: "Go ahead."

Qing Heng bowed respectfully and said weakly, "Give it to me, I'll take it."

Fubao didn't bother to be polite with him and stuffed all the medicine in his hand into his mouth. The two of them followed each other into the tent.

As soon as they opened the curtain, the scene inside made them stand still at the door. Qing Heng came to his senses and ran to the side to vomit.

Fu Bao calmed himself down and walked slowly in. Most of the wounded soldiers inside were seriously injured.

Some of those at the door had lost their legs, arms, or were blind. The rest were lying inside, unable to move.

They were cared for by soldiers who had minor injuries that did not affect their mobility.

Everyone's face was covered in blood and dust, and the expressions of pain on their faces were heartbreaking. Many people were groaning and wailing in pain, and most of them had dull eyes, like the living dead, without any life.

Suddenly, a skinny soldier with half an arm missing shouted in fear: "Jinshui! Someone come quickly, where's the doctor! His wound has opened again!"

Fu Bao was startled, but he quickly came to his senses and trotted over: "What's wrong? Let me see!"

The thin soldier frowned and roared: "Who allowed you to come in here! Get out!"

Fubao looked at the bloodstained straw under the motionless man and said quickly, "The doctor asked me to bring the medicine! I can treat the disease, let me see him."

As she spoke, she squatted down and lifted the soft and worn quilt. She saw a knife wound that was longer than her arm and the bone was visible. There must have been no time to perform other treatments, and the wound had already festered.

The thin soldier nervously grasped the man's hand and said, "Jinshui, don't you dare sleep! Your mother is making dumplings and waiting for you to come home!"

Fubao pulled out a small knife, disinfected it, and put it directly on the man's wound.

The thin man immediately became excited: "What are you doing! You are a spy from Linzhou!"

Fubao broke free from his hand. He was missing half of his arm and the tendons in his other hand had not grown back yet, so he was easily thrown away.

Fu Bao said seriously: "Qing Yang is my master. I don't mean to kill him. The flesh around his wound has rotted and must be cleaned up, otherwise it will never heal."

Surrounded by the wailing and groaning of others, the thin man quieted down and stopped trying to stop them.

Fubao shouted, "Uncle Master! Come in and help!"

Qing Heng walked in quickly with his eyes closed and said, "I'm coming."

Fubao: "Press him down, press hard."

Qing Heng squatted down, Fu Bao moved away, revealing the man's wound, and Qing Heng immediately began to dry heave.

Fubao: "Just bear with it."

Her knife was swift, accurate and ruthless, and the pain woke up some of the unconscious people, but Qing Heng held them down tightly, and he finally passed out again with his eyes rolled back.

After it was over, Qing Heng was sweating profusely. He watched Fubao calmly sew up the man's wound like sewing cloth, and then rushed out to vomit again.

Within two hours, either one of them was wounded or the other fainted, and the two of them were very busy.

Not only were these people seriously injured, they were also very short of food. They only had two meals a day, one steamed bun for each person at noon, and only a bowl of thin vegetable porridge at night. They were all grown men, so how could they be full?

When she went to find Qingyang, she was even a little angry: "They were so badly injured, why did you let them eat that?"

Qingyang was busy making medicine, and his eyes were all black and blue. He said helplessly: "The food and grass have been insufficient for a long time, and now we are barely holding on. The imperial court's food and grass began to be escorted two months ago, but now, we haven't seen a single grain of rice."

Fubao: "Master! That would be..."

Qingyang looked unhappy: "The traitor is still being investigated. The one who escorted the grain and grass is the Lin family. We have no grain and grass, but we cannot retreat. Yuzhou is behind us. If we retreat, I am afraid that they will do what they want and it will also chill the hearts of the people."

Fubao suddenly thought of Lin Keyue, the man who had been deceiving her. Would the Lin family actually surrender to the enemy?