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Scar nodded and bowed again, "I was indeed a bandit in the mountains, but I never robbed civilians. Occasionally, when I went down the mountain to rob, I always robbed the rich. I didn't take anyone's wealth or their lives."

Song Dahe hummed, "If you want to be a guard in my house, you have to sign a contract to sell yourself."

Scar nodded repeatedly. He was lucky to be alive now, no matter whether he became a slave or not.

Song Pan'er wrote a contract and asked Scar to sign it. Only then did she know that he could write and that his writing was quite good.

Then she also saw Scar's name - Lin Chengxiu.

"Have you ever been to school?" Song Pan'er was surprised.

Lin Chengxiu felt a little uncomfortable, "I only learned a few words from my father."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Song Pan'er stopped asking and leaned over to look at his legs, and said "tsk".

"You're lucky to have met me, otherwise your leg would be broken."

Lin Chengxiu was extremely surprised, "Young Master can heal my leg?"

Song Pan'er nodded, "I can't cure it, but I have medicine."

She reached into her sleeve and fished around, pulling out a small packet of medicine powder. She then went over to ask Zhang Honghua for an unused bamboo tube, poured the powder into it, and added a little water from her own bamboo tube. She shook it, and when she saw that the powder was almost dissolved, she handed it to Lin Chengxiu, "Drink it."

Lin Chengxiu reached out to take it, and Song Paner realized that the medicine should be taken after meals.

She gestured to Lin Chengxiu to go back with her and asked Zhang Honghua to get him a wild vegetable pancake.

After wolfing down the pancake, Yang Shaochun poured him some water. After about ten minutes, Song Pan'er let him drink the medicine.

She discovered that adding a little bit of spiritual spring water to the medicine could maximize the medicinal properties and speed up the recovery of the wound.

Lin Chengxiu leaned against the cart and took a nap for the whole afternoon. He felt that his injuries were getting better obviously, and he became more certain that this family was not ordinary.

"Master, Madam, Young Master." He walked to the Song family with the help of a branch and bowed with his fists.

"Is there anything wrong?" Song Pan'er asked with her messy head tilted back, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.

Lin Chengxiu moved his legs and sat on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Master, I think we should leave here immediately."

As he spoke, he looked at the group of refugees diagonally opposite.

Those refugees seemed to be from the same place. They had little food and belongings and looked extremely pitiful, as if they had not eaten for a long time.

But when people are very hungry, they tend to do extreme things.

Song Pan'er immediately understood. She glanced at Lin Chengxiu's legs and asked, "How are your legs? Can you still walk?"

Lin Chengxiu slapped his thigh and said, "I'm fine, Master. I can walk 50 miles in one breath."

Song Pan'er looked at Old Song and Ms. Qian again. They both had no objections and they also reacted.

"Okay, then why are we leaving right away?" She paused and looked at the head of the old neighborhood. "Should we ask them if they want to leave?"

Song Dahe followed her gaze and nodded, "Go ahead and ask. After all, we've walked this far together."

Qian Jinfeng pushed him and said, "Then go over and tell them quickly. We'll pack up here and leave when you come back."

Song Dahe stood up and walked towards the old headman. Song Paner also got up from the ground and threw the mat she was sitting on back onto the cart.

She clapped her hands and went over to call Zhang Honghua and the others.

"Aunt Zhang, pack up, we're leaving."

Zhang Honghua didn't ask anything, just nodded, and immediately asked her son and sister Zhenzhu to get moving.

She never questioned the master's decision and never said much.

This is also the reason why they can stay in the Song family.

Several people packed up their things quickly. Since Lin Chengxiu had an injured leg, they didn't let him help push the cart. They just let him stand by and protect Song Pan'er as she walked.

The old village chief couldn't leave.

He wanted to leave, but many people in the village were unwilling to leave.

It would take more than ten days to reach the next city, and the food they had was only enough for three days at most if they tightened their belts.

After walking a long way out, Song Pan'er looked back and saw the dense crowds of people at the city gate, and she shuddered.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Lin Chengxiu noticed that she was trembling and asked in a gentle voice.

The master said that he would be mainly responsible for protecting the young master's safety in the future.

Song Pan'er shook her head, "Let's go, I don't feel well."

They walked until late at night and even lit torches at night.

They didn't dare to stop until they had walked 50 miles in one breath and felt it was safe, then they went to rest in the dead woods by the roadside.

Everyone was exhausted. They quickly ate their bread and drank some water, and then everyone except the one who was on night watch fell asleep.

When Song Pan'er woke up the next day, it was almost noon. Zhang Honghua and the others were cooking, Song Dahe and Qian Jinfeng were practicing sword skills not far away. Seeing Lin Chengxiu taking a nap nearby, she took a square straw basket with a lid from the cart.

"Old Lin, come here, let me treat your wound." She went over and woke Lin Chengxiu up.

Yesterday there were too many people around and she had no way to treat his wound. Now that there was no one around, it was a good time to treat his wound.

Lin Chengxiu sighed, "Thank you, Master."

This square basket is Song Paner's medicine box. It is usually empty, but when she needs it, she can get whatever she wants.

Using the basket as cover, he took out disinfectant alcohol from the pharmacy, as well as hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder and medical instruments for bandaging.

In fact, she also thought that she was brave. She was not an orthodox medical student. It was just that her adopted mother-in-law was a barefoot doctor. When she was young, she watched her treat wounds several times.

There was an uncle in the village who did business in the city. He almost drowned when he was a child and was rescued by my mother-in-law. She then sponsored her to study in the city until she graduated from university.

Her mother-in-law passed away two years after she moved to the city. Only then did she realize that going to the city to study was a way out her mother-in-law had found for her after she discovered that she had cancer.

When Lin Chengxiu saw the large glass bottle containing medical disinfectant alcohol, his eyes widened.

It's actually glass! Such clear glass!

What is the identity of this family?

When Song Paner unscrewed the lid, he was even more shocked because he had never smelled such a mellow liquor.

I don't know what this kind of liquor tastes like.

Song Pan'er noticed his look and reminded him, "Don't drink this. It's specially used to treat wounds."

She turned around and took advantage of the basket to grab a bottle of Wai Zui from the supermarket shelf. "Here, take a sip of this."

There was anesthetic in the pharmacy, and Fan Jingjing gave her some, but the quantity was not much, and she was reluctant to use it.

When he unscrewed the lid, the aroma of wine wafted out, and Lin Chengxiu swallowed unconsciously.

There was rotting flesh on his wound, which had to be scraped off with a knife. If he didn't drink some wine to numb it, Song Pan'er was worried that he wouldn't be able to hold on.

Carefully taking the palm-sized glass bottle, Lin Chengxiu tilted his head back and took a sip.

Most of the wines nowadays are rice wine and yellow wine, which have a very low alcohol content and are turbid in color. He has never tasted such clear and mellow wine.

After taking a bite, his whole body felt warm.