Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

Zhao Yan acted swiftly and accurately, stabbing Yang Erlang in the left thigh.

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

Instantly, blood gushed out as if it were free, quickly staining a large area of ​​Yang Erlang's clothes red.

The pain caused Yang Erlang's brain to freeze for a moment.

Then, I heard the man scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"what--"

Zhao Yan was still not satisfied. She played with the dagger in her hand and her sharp eyes swept over the man on the ground, who looked like a dead pig.

"I've said it before, I won't let anyone who lays a hand on my daughter get away with it!"

The cold blade lightly tapped Yang Erlang's face as she continued to threaten, "If you want to live, slap yourself! Slap yourself with the same force you used on Xiao Mi!"

Yang Erlang's face turned ashen, and he sobbed softly.

He knew that the woman his third brother married was an idiot, but he never expected that she would be both an idiot and insane!

"I'll hit, I'll hit, I'll hit right now, waaaaah—"

Yang Erlang raised his arm and, without any hesitation, began to slap himself hard across the face.

In no time, his face became red and swollen.

He didn't dare stop until Zhao Fengzi told him to, and continued to beat himself wildly without regard for his own life.

"Clap clap-"

He used both hands simultaneously, quickly and ruthlessly.

Zhao Yan waited until he had finished beating her before getting up and leaving with a cold smile.

Live it!

Why did you go early?

"Xiaomi, let's go."

She picked up her daughter, who was practically skin and bones, glanced coldly at Yang Erlang, and turned to walk quickly toward Baima Town.

The family was extremely poor, and Xiao Mi's facial injury needed to be treated at the town's pharmacy.

Yang Erlang only dared to stop after Zhao Fengzi had disappeared from sight.

Shaking his numb arm, he quickly tore a piece of cloth from his body and haphazardly wrapped it around the stabbed wound.

"hiss--"

The moment I moved, a piercing pain shot through my thigh.

As Yang Erlang endured the pain of bandaging himself, he grumbled and cursed.

"What a madman! He's both stupid and insane!"

He remembered today's grudge.

Once he finds an opportunity, he'll definitely let Zhao the Madman experience what it means to be on the verge of death!

Zhao Yan carried her daughter and hurried along the way, finally arriving at Miao'an Hall half an hour later.

The middle-aged man who had just received her that morning saw Zhao Yan come again, holding a small baby with a swollen face and closed eyes. His eyelids twitched violently.

"Is the elder here? I'm looking for the elder."

Zhao Yan rushed into the pharmacy carrying her daughter, her voice sounding extremely urgent.

The man, no longer as docile as before, stepped aside and led Zhao Yan into the inner room.

"Come with me, the elder is inside."

The elder had previously instructed that if this woman disguised as a man came to the pharmacy again, they should simply bring someone to see him.

During the time Zhao Yan was away, Yuan Yutang stayed in the backyard preparing the century-old wild ginseng she had brought.

Wild ginseng is rare, and century-old wild ginseng is an even greater treasure.

He put a lot of care into preparing it.

When Yuan Gang arrived with his men, he had just finished wrapping up his work.

"Elder, this morning..."

Without waiting for his introduction, Zhao Yan stepped forward with her daughter in her arms.

"Sir, please take a look at the injury on my daughter's face. She keeps saying it hurts."

Although Xiaomi kept saying that she was fine, Zhao Yan dared not take any chances.

Xiaomi is still so young, and her face was slapped so badly by Yang Lao Er that she was afraid the wound would get infected and cause a high fever.

Yuan Yutang suddenly noticed Yang Xiaomi's swollen face, and his eyes immediately turned fierce.

"What kind of bastard did this? How could he be so cruel as to hurt such a young child?"

A warm feeling swept through Zhao Yan's heart, and she suddenly lowered her eyes.

"To my shame, Xiaomi's second uncle had ulterior motives. He wanted to sell Xiaomi for money, but Xiaomi struggled and resisted, which is why... she was severely beaten..."

She hadn't considered the character of Yang Zhangshi and Yang Lao Er's family before handing the millet over to Sister Tian.

If they can keep trying to take advantage of Xiaomi with impunity, then they shouldn't blame her for being ruthless!

"Hey."

They are all poor people.

Yuan Yutang sighed and began to examine the injuries on Yang Xiaomi's face.

Fortunately, Yang Erlang only hit him a few times before stopping. It looked scary, but it was actually not that bad.

"This Cooling Jade Skin Cream, applied once in the morning and once in the evening, has the effect of reducing swelling and moisturizing the skin."

Yuan Yutang handed over a small, round, brown bottle, which Zhao Yan accepted without hesitation.

"Thank you, sir. Please prescribe two doses of fever-reducing medicine."

It's always good to be prepared.

Yuan Yutang had the same idea.

"Hold on."

Zhao Yan couldn't wait to get home to apply the medicine to her daughter. In front of Yuan Yutang, she opened the small brown round bottle, scooped out a large chunk of dark ointment, and smeared it directly onto Yang Xiaomi's face.

Not long after the ointment was applied, Yang Xiaomi, who had been sleeping restlessly, finally stopped whimpering.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan once again expressed her gratitude to Yuan Yutang.

After paying and taking the medicine, Zhao Yan, holding her daughter, boarded the donkey cart back to the village, swaying and bumping all the way back to Chenjiagou.

As soon as she got off the donkey cart, Yang Xiaomi opened her eyes.

The Cool Jade Skin Cream that Yuan Yutang gave me is truly a wonderful product.

She had only applied the ointment to Xiaomi for less than an hour, but the redness and swelling on Xiaomi's face had already subsided by more than half, revealing a pair of big, wet eyes.

"Xiaomi is awake? Is she hungry?"

Yang Xiaomi blinked and whispered, "Xiaomi isn't hungry."

Before being captured by Yang Erlang, Tian Xiu'e had just heated up a large meat bun for her to eat.

She wasn't actually very hungry after all that traveling.

She wasn't hungry, but Zhao Yan, who breathed a sigh of relief, was starving.

While carrying her daughter toward the end of the village, she secretly ate two pieces of Dejia chocolate to replenish her energy.

We need to replenish our energy; we have a tough battle to fight later.

When Zhao Yan arrived at Tian Xiue's door, she raised her hand to knock, but the door was opened from the inside.

Tian Xiu'e pulled the person into the courtyard with a look of surprise and delight.

"Thank God, Xiaomi is finally back."

Seeing Yang Xiaomi return safe and sound, she finally felt relieved.

But when she caught a glimpse of Yang Xiaomi's miserable state, her face immediately showed a mixture of shock and anger.

"That damned Yang Erlang! He watched Xiaomi grow up, how could he do that?!"

It's obvious without even guessing that the injury on Xiao Mi's face was inflicted by that bastard Yang Erlang.

Tian Xiu'e expressed her contempt for Yang Erlang's actions, but also felt sorry for Xiao Mi, who was so young and had been beaten so badly.

She stared at Xiao Mi's swollen face with teary eyes, her arm outstretched, looking like she wanted to touch her but didn't dare.

To her surprise, Yang Xiaomi smiled sweetly at her and comforted her, "Aunt Tian, ​​I'm fine. My mother put something on my face, and I don't feel any pain at all right now."

"Nonsense, it's swollen like this, how could it not hurt?"

Tian Xiu'e affectionately stroked Yang Xiaomi's hair, and when she looked at Zhao Yan, her face was full of guilt.

Seeing that she was about to apologize again, Zhao Yan hurriedly put her daughter into her arms and said before she could speak, "Sister Tian, ​​could you watch Xiaomi for me for a while? I'm going home for a bit."

After saying that, she gave her daughter a reassuring look, then turned and slipped away.