Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

But don't underestimate these minions kneeling on the ground and trembling. They may look humble, but they know more than you can imagine.

Under the pressure of Zhao Qiaoniang and everyone else, they confessed the true identities of these people.

Among these minions, dozens of them come from different mountains and are the powerful minions of each mountain stronghold.

Even though they are begging for mercy in a desperate situation now, they usually act tyrannically in the mountain stronghold, relying on the power of the leader.

In fact, they were all bandit leaders. Some of them who were doing better had left the rough and tumble life of fighting and killing and opened taverns in towns.

These taverns may seem ordinary, but they are actually their secret bases for collecting intelligence and contacting various parties.

Why do these people usually open taverns? Because taverns can get more information. If there is a fat sheep, these gang leaders will bring people and slaughter the fat sheep directly.

What's more, some of them have become big landlords by relying on their accumulated wealth and connections.

They purchased a large amount of land, hired countless tenants, and on the surface lived a rich and stable life as country gentry.

Several bandit leaders also successfully infiltrated the government.

They took off their coarse cloth clothes and put on the bright official uniforms, transforming themselves into majestic officials.

On weekdays, they sit upright in the court with serious faces, holding the gavel, pretending to be fair and honest.

But in private, their true nature was completely exposed. They used their official status to gather information everywhere and would never miss any opportunity to make money.

Master Bai's beard stood on end with rage: "You said your boss is from the government?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I absolutely dare not hide anything. If I tell even one lie, I will be struck by lightning."

Master Bai sneered and said, "Well, well, the government these days is really good. Anyone with money can buy or sell official positions. This is simply a heinous crime."

Zhou Wensheng shouted, "Isn't this trampling on us scholars? I think people like this should all be killed to prevent them from harming the people."

Master Bai narrowed his eyes, looked at him and said, "Well, Zhou Wensheng, your idea is very good. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Ah? What?" Zhou Wensheng was dumbfounded.

"Didn't you say to kill them all? I'll leave this matter to you, go ahead!" Master Bai said, stroking his beard.

"I...how can I do that? Besides, I'm a scholar after all, so reading and writing are no problem for me.

"It's absolutely impossible for me to hold a knife; that's what a reckless person would do," Zhou Wensheng said righteously.

"Is this what a reckless man does?" Liang Tieshan clenched the knife in his hand and looked at him coldly.

Zhou Wensheng shrank his nose in fear and said, "I'd better help treat the disease! There are quite a lot of casualties over there!"

Zhou Wensheng ran to the other side like the wind. The camp was in chaos at this time, with cries and groans intertwined together, which was heartbreaking.

Mrs. Bai was concentrating on teaching Zhao Qiaoniang how to treat the wounded.

The rockfall disaster was so devastating that more than 100 people were injured and more than a dozen lives were lost, leaving their families heartbroken.

Faced with such natural and man-made disasters, everyone is filled with helplessness and grief.

Mrs. Bai, along with a few helpers, moved back and forth in the makeshift medical tent, treating the wounded in an orderly manner.

She moved skillfully. She first gently removed the clothes stained on the victim's bloody wound, picked up the clean water beside her, and carefully rinsed the wound, washing away the mud and blood bit by bit.

After cleaning, she picked up the medicine bottle, poured out some herbal powder, sprinkled it evenly on the wound, and then gently bandaged it with clean gauze.

Mrs. Bai patiently explained while operating:

“This herb stops bleeding and reduces inflammation, and is very effective for this type of injury.

When bandaging, the strength should be moderate. It won’t be too tight, but it won’t hold the wound in place if it’s too loose.”

Zhao Qiaoniang nodded and began to help with the bandaging. She had put a lot of effort into medical theory and was familiar with all kinds of medicinal materials.

However, she had always lacked the opportunity to put it into practice, and this disaster became her opportunity for trial.

At this moment, she took a deep breath, tried to immerse herself in the treatment, and concentrated on bandaging the wounds of the injured person in front of her.

Her fingers gently pinched the gauze and wrapped it around the injured person's arm bit by bit. Although her movements were a little unfamiliar, she was extremely careful.

Just as she was getting into the groove, Zhou Wensheng quietly appeared.

He stood aside, looking at Zhao Qiaoniang quietly for a while, with a gentle smile on his face, and said:

"Qiao Niang, you are very busy here, do you need my help?

I didn't expect you to know medical skills!"

Zhao Qiaoniang was concentrating on the task at hand. When she heard the voice, she raised her head and politely replied, "Well, that's not necessary. You should go and do something else!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued with the work in his hands.

Zhou Wensheng appeared out of nowhere and started talking as soon as he got close.

He bent over, gesturing with his hands, and said bluntly, "Oops! Your technique is wrong. Don't bandage it too loosely. The powder will fall apart later."

As he spoke, he reached out and wanted to touch Zhao Qiaoniang's hand, but Zhao Qiaoniang was so scared that she let go.

Zhao Qiaoniang subconsciously dodged to the side, ignored him, and continued with her actions.

Zhou Wensheng, however, showed no interest in what he was saying. Not only did he not stop, he became even more excited as he continued talking, spitting everywhere.

"Look, you should wrap it diagonally first and fix the starting position. If you wrap it straight like this, it won't work at all.

And the powder, you didn't spread it evenly!"

Zhao Qiaoniang took a deep breath, suppressed her irritation, and said coldly, "I can do it myself, don't bother with me."

Zhou Wensheng acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued to talk to himself: "You're just too stubborn. I'm doing this for your own good. I have experience, so you can be right if you listen to me..."

Zhao Qiaoniang was quite satisfied after bandaging the patient. It was her first time bandaging someone, and it was very good that she could bandage him like this.

Zhou Wensheng looked down at Zhao Qiaoniang and asked, "Are you tired? Do you want some water?"

Zhao Qiaoniang sneered and said, "Do you know who you are talking to? Zhou Wensheng, you are just a slave, and a slave should have the consciousness of being a slave."

Zhou Wensheng's face flushed red. "You... okay, okay, Madam, is this all right? I want to help, too. Please don't misunderstand me."

"Help? I don't need your help here. Go... and dig a mountain road!" Zhao Qiaoniang ordered.

Zhou Wensheng's face changed immediately. Looking around, he saw that from one end of the mountain road to the other, rocks were piled up like mountains, blocking the road tightly.

If these stones are not cleared, the carriages loaded with supplies will not be able to pass.

Those larger stones cannot be moved by one's own strength.

Only a few people can work in groups, use thick ropes to tie the stones, shout slogans in unison, and pull with all their strength.

Their hands were covered with scars and blisters formed on their palms.