The whole family traveled through ancient times with their house

After Jiang Yan handed the engineering shovel to Captain Dong, she flew up to the west hill.

At this time, General Ye was resting against a tall pine tree. Seeing Jiang Yan coming over, he said with some self-mockery, "I'm old now. I can't deny my age."

"Grandpa isn't old, he's actually quite strong." Yi Chen emerged from behind her mother and quickly took a few steps to place a small bottle of functional oral liquid she'd bought at the trade mall into General Ye's hands. "Grandpa, drink this, and you'll feel better."

"Okay, Grandpa, drink it." General Ye took the small bottle handed to him by his granddaughter and drank it in one gulp without asking anything.

In the blink of an eye, he found a warm current spreading silently in his body, throughout his entire body.

The old general moved his arms and legs in disbelief, and the energy had already spread throughout his body.

Why does the old general feel like he's young again?

The old general was about to ask something when he saw his granddaughter put three small porcelain bottles in his hands. "Grandpa, these are for the three uncles. They are also injured."

"Hey, grandpa thanks our Chenchen on behalf of your three uncles."

"And..." Yi Chen took out another small porcelain bottle and placed it in Grandpa's hand. "Here, the uncles from the Thirteen Banners are also injured. Grandpa, put this in the water and let them each drink a sip. Their injuries will heal faster."

"Okay, our Chenchen is a good child." General Ye touched his granddaughter's hair, informed his daughter-in-law, and prepared to go to Black Stone City.

"Wait a minute, old man."

"Little Six's wife?"

"Take this," Jiang Yan said, pulling out a large oil-paper bag from behind her. "Old man, this is hemostatic powder."

"Really?" When General Ye heard his daughter-in-law say it was hemostatic powder, he immediately reached out to take it.

"This hemostatic powder not only stops bleeding, but also reduces inflammation. It has dual effects."

"Okay. Thank you, mother and daughter." General Ye got the life-saving things from his daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and hurried down the mountain.

Jiang Yan put away the mortar and rocket launcher first, then heard her daughter say beside her, "Mom, I just took the liberty of giving the medicine from the trade mall to Grandpa and Uncle. Are you angry?"

"Don't worry, Chenchen. Mother won't be angry." Jiang Yan looked at the bonfires that stretched out in the north, then frowned and said to her daughter, "This war is already a war between two sides with a huge disparity in military strength. If we don't lend a hand, the soldiers of Black Stone City will probably face even greater difficulties."

"How could it be so difficult? Wife, if you and the old man hadn't fired those three cannons, then it would be Black Stone City that would be bombarded right now."

"Haha, husband, let's not give the northern barbarians any face. Even their so-called cannons are so impressive that they're just looking down on them."

“That’s the best of this era.”

"Too."

"It's so frustrating. After this battle, let's go back and build a cannon."

"I agree." Yichen raised her little hand, agreeing with her father's proposal.

...

In Heishi City, in the camp belonging to the Xishan Hundred Households Unit, Ye Dalang and his two younger brothers were cleaning their father's wounds.

Ye Dalang looked at the knife wound on Ye Zhanyang's back and felt distressed. "Father, let me take your place tomorrow."

"No."

"Father, your wound is too big. If you continue to fight in the battlefield, it will easily split open. Secondary damage will make the wound even more difficult to heal."

"Yeah!" Sanlang also said with a nasal tone, following his elder brother's words.

Ye Zhanying felt a little frustrated when he heard his son's voice tinged with tears. "You're a man of integrity. If it weren't for the unfortunate events at home, you would have been married. But now, you're whimpering like a woman. How disgraceful!"

Ye Sanlang didn't dare to respond after being scolded by his father. His father was right. The wedding date for him and his second brother had already been set, but because something happened at home, his fiancée's family broke off the engagement with them.

Ye Erlang knew this would happen, but he was not good at speaking and didn't know how to persuade his father, so he could only silently clean his father's wound.

The atmosphere in the tent became increasingly solemn, as if someone was being shrouded in dark clouds and was having difficulty breathing. Then, voices were heard outside.

"Old General, you are here."

"Yeah. Where are you hurt, Motor?"

"To reply to the old general, I have injured my arm."

"Since you are injured, why don't you rest in the tent?"

"I came here to see the captain. He was injured while trying to save me this afternoon." Mada also knew that he was the weakest in the entire flag, so every time he went to the battlefield, he was very obedient and serious.

He knew that if he didn't cause trouble to others on the battlefield and wasn't a burden to them, they would have a chance of survival. And if he wanted to live, his parents would have hope.

General Ye knew that Mada was a good boy and a good soldier.

A good soldier is not just one with the highest combat power. In the eyes of the old general, a good soldier is one who obeys orders in all actions on the battlefield.

Coincidentally, Mada is such a soldier.

The old general glanced at Ma Da again, then said amiably, "Go back and rest. Your captain will be fine."

"Thank you, old general. I'm going back now." Mada said, and then turned back. Mada firmly believed that with General Ye's arrival, the captain and the two generals would all be fine.

Seeing his grandfather coming, Ye Dalang greeted him. "Grandfather."

"Well, go get some clean water."

"Yes, grandson will go right away."

As General Ye entered the tent, he was immediately struck by the strong smell of blood. As a veteran of a lifetime, he could tell at a glance that his eldest son's injuries were the most serious. Without even getting close, he saw the foot-long wound on his son's back, the bright red blood still flowing down.

The old general looked carefully and saw that all the dirt on the wound had been cleaned up, so he took out a large oil-paper bag from his bulging arms.

The old general opened the oil paper package with great caution, then gently sprinkled some on the wound on his eldest son's back.

Ye Sanlang who was standing next to him was stunned. His eldest brother had just applied medicine to his uncle, but the wound on his uncle's back was too big and the medicine powder was washed away by the blood.

"Grandfather, where did this golden wound medicine come from?"

"It was given to me by your Sixth Aunt."

“This is so useful.”

"Yes. Come and get some too, and apply this golden medicine to your father as well."

"Yes." After hearing what their grandfather said, Ye Erlang and Ye Sanlang immediately came over to get the medicine.

"Be careful, don't spill such a good thing."