Yang Qian quickly took off all his clothes, and after careful inspection, sure enough, in addition to a wound on his shoulder, his thigh was also bleeding.

He probably laughed just now, but Yang Qian was so angry that his teeth itched.

After helping Yang Qian treat the wound, Cao Wushuang reluctantly announced that there was not much alcohol left. If it continued to break open every other day in three days, there was no guarantee that it would not suppurate.

Even the allicin has been used up long ago.

"Then how did you send away General You Jiao?"

"Well, there happened to be a money bag next to the bed, so I gave it all to him."

Cao Wushuang's hands trembled unconsciously, and a murderous intention came from behind: "This is my money!!!"

"Tch, it's just a few words. I'll return it to you in Huiyuntong."

“What should I do with the inn’s bill?”

Yang Gan turned his head and widened his eyes, "You, all your belongings? Didn't you say you are very rich?"

"I can't possibly carry all my worth with me."

"What should we do?"

"Ask you."

If it were in other places, Yang Qian might not have a solution. In Fuyan, a place with many secret agents, he could just ask any secret agent to settle the bill.

"Oh, it's broken."

"How to pull it?" Yang Qian had a sudden thought.

"The wound on the back of your thigh doesn't feel right. There's something white underneath the scab."

Yang Gan was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically. It was a suppuration infection. You bastard, you didn't even rub the weapons you smashed and used. But it probably wasn't tetanus. If it was tetanus, he would have died a long time ago.

"Master, why don't we leave? It won't get better anyway. Let's go to Yanggu Pass in Xia Kingdom immediately. I'll be fine once we get there."

Cao Wushuang nodded. She was also a little panicked. She was not proficient in medicine, and she was completely helpless when encountering unusual problems.

He quickly left the inn, called the restaurant owner to pay the bill, and hired a more comfortable carriage. Cao Wushuang was worried and asked the restaurant owner to buy a lot of soft linen to spread the carriage.

When Cao Wushuang packed up all the luggage and took it out, Yang Qian couldn't help but admire: No matter what era it is, women always have so much luggage, and they don't know what they put there.

Originally, he wanted Cao Wushuang to help him, but the good guy just hugged the princess and made Yang Gan unable to stand up.

As a man, it was definitely not a good experience to be hugged by a princess for the first time, but Cao Wushuang's hands were very steady and he had no intention of falling.

After getting ready, with the driver's whip raised, the carriage slowly walked out of the city gate without any accidents and the journey was smooth.

Yang Qian stretched his head out of the window. The majestic Fuyancheng was shrinking little by little, and a big stone in his heart finally fell.

The reason he didn't die this time was because he was strong enough, prepared enough, and tough enough, otherwise he would have died. For the sake of his own life, Yang Gan didn't want to experience such a scene again even if he died.

A plan is a plan, and when implemented, it only has a rough framework, because there are too many intermediate variables.

After holding Yang Gan back in his arms, Cao Wushuang warned, "Don't turn your body sideways, it will be bad for your injury. I hope you can hold on until Yanggu Pass."

"As long as you help me scrape off the white stuff and squeeze out the yellow pus, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Yang Qian did not know much about medicine, but he knew that suppuration and inflammation were at most a case of tetanus. Since he was not dead now, it meant that he did not have tetanus.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Qian saw along the way that although some people in remote areas would have some dishes, in general it was pretty passable.

When passing by some farmland, I could vaguely see that the corn was growing pretty well. Fortunately, I had mastered crop rotation, otherwise these fields would have been ruined long ago.

Cao Wushuang even went to the field to pick an ear of corn. Yang Qian was no longer Wu Xia Amen. After twisting and squeezing, the ears were plump and good.

It seems that the food of Shangguo has not harmed their national foundation, but the ratio of men to women in the fields makes people see a scene of sunset.

Most of them were women, children and the elderly, with few young adults. They were probably either drafted or doing corvee service.

In fact, corvee service is not only about work, but also labor service, handyman service, and military service. To put it bluntly, it means that you are not paid and asked to work for free. In fact, working for free is fine.

The thing is, it's okay to just work for free, but that's not going on vacation, and it's not volunteering.

First, it is forced.

Secondly, the food and accommodation are very poor.

Thirdly, most of these capable workers are young and middle-aged people. They have fields but do not cultivate them and do not harvest food. If this happened during a disaster period, the whole family would starve to death.

Fourthly, any place where you can go to do corvee work is not a good place. In this era, there is no such thing as work-related injuries. If you die from exhaustion or die in an accident, you can just find a place to bury it.

This is the most direct and primitive form of oppression. It doesn't do much at first, but as time goes by and the resentment deepens, as long as one person raises his voice and raises his voice, there will be more people rebelling.

Yang Qian believes that as long as some bad habits in ancient times are slowly changed, more people will naturally support them. Take Yuntong County as an example. The people in Yuntong County are extremely united, but unfortunately they are still dominated by individual heroism.

It is right to worship yourself, but if you can unify your thoughts, it will really be a great merit.

A few days later.

A pass full of historical mottlements appears in the field of vision.

"Drive, drive, drive~~~!"

The coachman smiled towards the inside of the carriage and said, "You two ladies, we have half a day to go to Yanggu Pass. Do you want to have a meal before leaving?"

"No, go to Yanggu Pass quickly, don't delay for a moment." Cao Wushuang's cold voice came from inside the carriage.

The driver's face froze and he said depressedly, "Okay, little lady."

"Really, it only takes half a day, so what's the point of eating a meal?"

Complaints are all complaints, but the two girls are extremely generous, no matter how wronged they are, it's still a good deal.

Cao Wushuang hugged Yang Gan tightly in the carriage. He was doing well at the beginning, but he actually fell into a coma this morning.

"Yang Qian, Yang Qian, please don't let anything happen to you."

Yang Qian's eyes were closed tightly, and there was no blood on his face. Cao Wushuang felt his hands slipping, and when he took them out, he saw blood red on them.

His back was bleeding again, and there was nothing he could do about the bumpy carriage. But in order to hurry up, the carriage was now flying.

"Master, master?" Yang Gan woke up at this time.

Cao Wushuang immediately became nervous, "How are you? Hold on, we are almost at Yanggu Pass."

Yang Qian tremblingly took out a money bag from his arms and said weakly, "As long as I get to Yanggu Pass, take, give my purse to the guard, I, I won't die."

"Okay, okay, I promise you, you can have a good rest."

"Pfft~~~!"

Yang Gan vomited out a mouthful of blood, his face was as golden as paper, and he fell unconscious.

Seeing this situation, Cao Wushuang immediately panicked and hugged Yang Qian tightly, feeling as if his heart was being grabbed.

Finally at noon, the vehicle stopped in front of Yanggu Pass.

Before the driver could get out of the car, two soldiers came over.

"What do you do for a living?"

The coachman smiled and said, "Master Jun, I am sending two people here, and they will not enter the customs."

"Someone is coming, someone is coming quickly~~~!" Cao Wushuang's voice shouted from inside.

The two soldiers looked at each other and nodded. One of them immediately jumped on the carriage and opened the door curtain, only to see a woman holding another woman, covered in blood.

He was so frightened that he drew out his sword and said, "Here, how do you pull this?"

Cao Wushuang immediately threw the money bag to him and shouted, "Quick, go call your guard."

The soldier was stunned. Can the guard see anyone he wants?

"How presumptuous, do you think you can kill the guard general just by meeting him?"

Cao Wushuang said sternly, "Take the money bag and give it to your guard. If anything goes wrong then, I will be responsible for it."

The soldier curled his lips and said, "You have taken the responsibility." But when he opened the purse, he could hardly hold the contents in it.

The soldiers rushed inside like crazy, waved to the soldiers and shouted, "Everyone, be alert, Lord Wu An is back."

"What?"

"Be on guard~~~~!"

Zaifu Bochao and Zhang Yumeng and their group rushed downstairs.

When he saw a petite girl being carried out by a tall woman with blood stains on her chest, Zhang Yumeng's head seemed to explode.

"Is this Yang Gan? Why is it a woman?"

"No way."

"Stop arguing, save people quickly, and ask Ge Xiuming to come over."

Seeing the commotion among the people, Zhang Yumeng immediately spoke up, quite like the mistress of the house.

"General Zaifu, I need a clean, quiet room."

"Belika, bring me all the drugs and alcohol we have."

"Everyone, speed~~~!"
To be continued...