Reborn in 1965, I can obtain resources just by sweeping the floor.

“Uncle Yang, this can’t go on. Look at the mess they’ve made of the village. If this continues, how many people will be able to work by spring planting season?”

There was a small meeting almost every three days and a large meeting every five days. People were required to ask for instructions in the morning and report in the evening. Basically, there was nothing else to do all day. Wang Fu and his few lackeys would wander around the village every day, and even a dog passing by on the road would be scolded for half a day.

"Yes, but there's nothing I can do. You know Secretary Geng from the township, right? He was reported a few days ago. Although he was saved by the people in the county, I heard that he's going to be sent down to a village as a resident cadre. It's just that it hasn't been decided which village yet."

Yang Dazhuang picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and sighed helplessly.

"Uncle Yang, Haoyu came over a couple of days ago and said he wanted to get some more food, but given the current situation..."

"Let's talk about this in a few days. We need a legitimate reason to go to the county now. These people are checking too closely. If all else fails, we can wait until spring plowing starts and go to the county to pick up agricultural supplies. We've managed to get by without them all these years, so what's a month's difference?"

Yang Dazhuang shook his head and said, "These words really don't treat Su Chen like an outsider."

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

"Help! Wild boars have entered the village!"

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

Suddenly, a rapid gong sounded outside, followed by someone shouting loudly.

"A wild boar has entered the village! Go check it out quickly!"

Upon hearing this sound, Yang Dazhuang's face suddenly turned extremely ugly. He hurriedly rushed out of the house, grabbed a hoe leaning against the wall, and ran out.

At the same time, villagers who heard the gong rushed out of their homes, determined their location, and ran towards the village entrance.

Su Chen did not hesitate and followed closely behind Yang Dazhuang. Before they reached the village entrance, they heard a scream, followed by someone shouting for help.

Su Chen quickened his pace and took the bow and arrows from his backpack.

When they arrived at the village entrance, they saw seven or eight young men holding torches lined up in a row, and a dozen wild boars were running around in a hurry not far from them.

"What a huge wild boar! Could this be the king of wild boars?!"

When they were still about thirty meters away from the wild boar, Su Chen's consciousness had already enveloped the entire area, and a wild boar weighing nearly four or five hundred pounds appeared in his mind.

boom! boom! boom!

Several militiamen who rushed over saw the wild boars in the distance and pulled the triggers without saying a word. The rifles spat out streaks of fire, but because it was too dark and the wild boars were running around wildly, the machine guns failed to kill a single one.

Startled, the wild boar charged towards the crowd, causing several people to drop their torches and run away.

We must not let the wild boars rush into the crowd!

With a nock of an arrow and a powerful pull of his arms, Su Chen drew the two-stone bow to its fullest extent. He released the bowstring with his right hand, and the arrow shot out with a whoosh.

Under the influence of consciousness, all the wild boars had nowhere to hide; they were even more real and accurate than if they were seen with their own eyes.

"puff!"

The arrow struck a wild boar directly in the eye and then penetrated deep into its head.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Four arrows were fired in quick succession, and four more wild boars fell to the ground. However, the king of wild boars seemed even more frenzied and charged straight towards Su Chen.

"Comrade Xiao Su, be careful."

Su Chen's arms felt a little sore and numb from repeatedly drawing and shooting arrows, but when he saw the wild boar charging towards him, he quickly nocked another arrow, pulled the bowstring hard, and the arrow shot out with a whoosh.

boom!

Because his arm trembled slightly, the arrow missed its mark and struck the wild boar squarely on the head.

These wild boars live in pine forests year-round, their bodies covered in pine resin, mud, and small stones, making them look like they're wearing thick armor. When an arrow hits a wild boar's head, it makes a dull thud, but it doesn't cause much damage.

The boar king paused, shaking its head violently in an attempt to shake off the arrow stuck in its forehead.

Taking a deep breath, Su Chen picked up another arrow, drew the bowstring, aimed, and released his right hand.

With a soft thud, the arrow struck the wild boar's eye this time, leaving less than half of the two-foot-long shaft protruding. The boar king roared and rolled on the ground.

At this moment, some villagers brought out the firecrackers left over from the New Year, lit them, and threw them at the wild boars. The crackling sound frightened the wild boars, and they hurriedly fled the village.

"That's great, the wild boar has been driven away. That was really dangerous."

"Don't just stand there! Yang Cuishan is injured. Quickly bring a torch and see how badly he's hurt."

Just as everyone was rejoicing, a voice came from the shadowy figure in the distance.

Several people ran up with torches and were immediately shocked by Yang Cuishan's injuries.

Yang Cuishan looked terrible. One of his legs was twisted and pinned to the ground, and a large piece of his cotton-padded coat had been torn off his abdomen by the wild boar. A lot of blood was flowing out from the wound that was more than a foot long. People tried to call out to him, but Yang Cuishan, who was unconscious, did not respond at all.

"Get him to the township hospital quickly, or he won't survive."

“The village hospital is more than 30 miles away from here. I estimate that people will not be able to hold on until they reach the halfway point.”

"What should we do? Village Chief Yang, please think of a solution quickly."

Seeing Yang Cuishan's miserable state, the crowd started arguing amongst themselves.

At this moment, Yang Dazhuang was also at a loss. He could only order his men to quickly hitch up the oxcart and send someone to call Yang Cuishan's parents.

After shaking his arm a few times, the tingling sensation gradually disappeared. Su Chen moved closer and looked down to examine Yang Cuishan's injuries.

Under the influence of consciousness, the broken bones in Yang Cuishan's leg were clearly displayed in his mind, and at the same time, a complete treatment plan was quickly put together.

“Village Chief Yang, I have learned some first aid techniques at home and can help stop the bleeding and suture the wound for Brother Cuishan. In addition, I heard that the old man living in the cowshed is the vice president of Kyoto Medical University. We can ask him to come and help treat Brother Cuishan.”

"Really? That's great! You guys lend a hand and carry Cuishan home. You two hurry to the cowshed and make sure to invite Comrade Zhao over."

"Village Chief Yang, this isn't right. That guy is a bad element. How can we let a bad element get away with this..."

"You're talking nonsense. If it weren't for your father's sake, Yang Erwai, I would have slapped you a few times. It's one thing for you to mess around with Wang Fu and the others on ordinary days, but what time is it now and you're still messing around? Do you want to watch Cuishan die? What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go."

This moment fully demonstrated Yang Dazhuang's prestige in the village. Seeing that he was angry, the guy who had just spoken out against him immediately shut his mouth.

"Village Chief Yang, find some cotton thread, boil it in hot water, and I'll clean the wound first. Brother Cuishan's wound is too deep; if it's not stitched up, the bleeding won't stop."

He had Yang Cuishan placed on two tables side by side in the room, and then Su Chen sent all the extra people outside before finding some strong liquor.

Logically, alcohol shouldn't be used to clean wounds because it can cause severe pain. But where can we find saline solution right now? There isn't even a barefoot doctor in the village.

Yang Cuishan's parents stood by, looking helpless. They wanted to get a closer look at their son's injuries, but were worried about disturbing Su Chen. They could only stand there with tears in their eyes, sobbing incessantly.

He reached into his pocket and took out a packet of silver needles. With practiced ease, he inserted the needles around the wound, both to relieve the pain and to effectively stop the bleeding.

The wound was cleaned little by little, and by then Yang Dazhuang's cotton thread was ready.

Su Chen poured some wine into the bowl, lit it, and then heated the cotton thread over the flame before starting to suture the wound.

Watching Su Chen stitch up Yang Cuishan's wound one stitch at a time, Yang Dazhuang couldn't help but grin.

"Village Chief Yang and Comrade Zhao have arrived."

Upon hearing that someone in the village was injured, Zhao Dezheng did not hesitate to put on his clothes and follow. When he arrived, he saw Su Chen stitching up Yang Cuishan's wound.