The whole family traveled through ancient times with their house

When Ye Dalang came back with the water bag, he saw that the wound on his father's back and other wounds on his body had been bandaged by his grandfather.

Especially since the most serious wound on his back did not bleed, Ye Dalang felt a little relieved.

When the old general saw his eldest grandson coming back, he motioned him to stand at the door of the tent and keep an eye on the people.

Just as everyone was looking at the old general with puzzled eyes, the old general carefully took out three small porcelain bottles from his arms.

The old general first handed one of the small porcelain bottles to his eldest son, "Big brother, drink this quickly."

"Yeah." Since his father asked him to drink it, Ye Zhanyang did not hesitate at all. He took the small porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, and drank the sweet potion in the bottle in one gulp.

After Ye Zhanyang finished drinking it, he remembered to ask his old father: "Father, what kind of potion is this? It tastes quite good."

"It tastes good, doesn't it? It's different from the bitter medicine soup we used to drink."

"Yes, it's very different." Ye Zhanyang thought of the bitter medicine soup he drank when he was injured in the past. Even though he was a grown man, he was a little scared when he thought of the taste.

The old general had been observing his eldest son's reaction, and he was not disappointed. In less than half a cup of tea, he saw that his eldest son's face was no longer as pale as before.

"Father!" Ye Zhanyang also felt something strange in his body.

"It must be the potion you drank. It has begun to release its therapeutic effect."

"Father, yes. I feel like there's a warm current sweeping through my body. It's so warm that my whole body feels so comfortable. Even the wound doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"Really?" General Ye looked at the back of his eldest son's hand, where there was a scratch. Now he saw that the scratch had sealed.

The old general saw it, and Ye Zhanyang saw it too. "Father, where did you get this miraculous medicine?"

"Chenchen gave it to me. She said you three could use this medicine if you were injured. Xiaoliu's wife gave me the hemostatic powder. She said it not only stops bleeding but also has the dual effect of reducing inflammation."

After hearing what their old father said, Ye Zhanpeng and Ye Zhanying couldn't wait to reach out, "Father, where's our share?"

"Here you go." The old general happily distributed the small porcelain bottles in his hand to them.

Among the three brothers, Ye Zhanyang was the most seriously injured. He drank the potion first and recovered the most obviously.

"Father, this potion is simply a miracle drug. It seems that all the hidden injuries on my body have healed."

"Father." When Ye Dalang heard his father say that his hidden injuries had healed, he ignored his grandfather's request to watch the door and rushed to his father's side. He saw that his father's complexion had indeed become rosy, completely different from the paleness caused by excessive blood loss.

Ye Zhanpeng also exclaimed: "Father, this potion is really good."

"Yes, it is."

"Keep your voices down, don't let anyone else hear us. If someone hears us and comes to ask for it, will you give it to us or not?"

After hearing what their father said, Ye Zhanpeng and Ye Zhanying quickly shut up.

When General Ye saw that his two sons had calmed down, he called his eldest grandson over and said, "Da Lang, bring the water bag over."

"Eh."

The old general waited for his grandson to bring him the water bag, then he took out the last small porcelain bottle from his bosom. When he pulled out the cork and poured the medicine into the water bag, he hesitated.

If all this potion is poured in, it will be a big problem if the soldiers of the Thirteen Banners recover too quickly.

"Forget it." The old general thought for a moment, and dared to pour most of the medicine in the small porcelain bottle into the water bag. He shook the water bag and then took the water bag to the tent next door.

In the tents next to it, the soldiers of the Thirteen Banners are all here.

Zhang Xiaoqi was leaning on his bed and feeling upset. He injured his leg today. If it didn't heal in time, how would he go home and work after the war?

The others were also unhappy. Every soldier from their thirteen banners was injured to varying degrees.

But they all knew how to be grateful in their hearts. "If it weren't for the captain and the two generals protecting us, I think this day next year would be our anniversary."

"Yeah, when that knife came at me, I felt like I was too weak."

"That's right. I also felt my great-grandfather whizz past my head."

When General Ye came over, he heard everyone in the Thirteen Banners discussing the "naughtiness" of Grandpa and Grandma. He thought to himself: Not bad, no one mentioned going back to Grandma's house. The old general coughed lightly: "Ahem~"

Hearing the voice, everyone looked towards the tent door. Seeing that it was the old general, Zhang Xiaoqi quickly stood up and greeted the old general: "The old general is here."

"Old General." The other soldiers of the Thirteen Banners also stood up and greeted the old general.

"Okay, everyone come here."

All the soldiers of the Thirteen Banners gathered around after hearing the old general's call.

"Here is a potion I prepared. Everyone, take a sip. It will relieve your pain."

When everyone heard that the old general had come personally to give them medicine or to relieve their pain, they all said in unison: "Thank you, old general."

"No need to thank me, come and have a drink."

After thanking the old general, everyone, led by Zhang Xiaoqi, took a big sip.

Mada was the last one to drink. Seeing that there was still a lot left, he secretly swallowed a small sip and then took another big gulp.

Originally, he was the weakest among the Thirteen Banners, so he thought that he would be the last one to drink, so it didn't matter if there was little left.

But in the end, he had a big surprise.

Mada swallowed the sweet liquid in his mouth, and his depressed mood seemed to improve. His arm also didn't hurt as much anymore.

Zhang Xiaoqi was the same. "Why do my legs not hurt as much anymore?"

"Yeah." Old White, who had just been wailing with his arms in his arms, seemed to be feeling better now. At least now, he felt that he could hold on.

The soldiers of the Thirteen Banners were no longer depressed, which made Captain Dong, who came to inspect, a little confused.

"These guys are all injured, but they look so happy."

"Yeah, it seems he's happier than Captain Ye and the others."

"Captain Ye's injuries today are not light. I am worried that he will not be able to go to the battlefield tomorrow."

"Boss~"

"Let's go and see Ye Zhanyang and the others." Captain Dong was really worried about the three brothers of the Ye family. In Black Stone City, everyone, including General Ming, knew that with the three brothers of the Ye family around, even if they didn't win, they wouldn't lose too badly.

But if anything happens to the Ye brothers, this battle will be really difficult to fight.

...

At this time, the three brothers of the Ye family were all lying down with the help of their respective sons.

Ye Dalang covered his father with a quilt, then took his two younger brothers out of the tent and considerately lowered the curtain.