Since Lao Zhaotou was elected as the village chief, Meng Youtian moved out of the village office. Xiaoquan, Erhuzi and others took turns to live with him. They either continued to dig holes or chatted about the earth at night, but they were not lonely.

"Youtian, we don't have much money anymore." Tonight, Xiaoquan accompanied Meng Youtian and did not dig tunnels. Xiaoquan threw the problem to Meng Youtian first. "Old Qian wants to go a few more trips, so what should we pay the bill?"

After Lao Qian was let go, he probably understood Meng Youtian's persuasion and used his original relationship to start a speculative business. First, he tentatively got one or two broken guns and a few grenades. Later, he saw that Meng Youtian and the others were not damning their debts, so he became more and more excited. Meng Youtian's procurement also expanded from guns and ammunition to military raw materials such as sulfur and saltpeter, and the money was spent more and more.

"How is Old Uncle Zhao?" Meng Youtian frowned. The village chief Daquan was taken over. Should the money and food be solved?

"It can support it, but not too much." Xiaoquan said: "Our village is poor, and Lao Zhao means to spend less money and make everyone more affordable. Besides, if you ask the people in the village to buy weapons and ammunition, someone may not be willing to pay it!"

Meng Youtian rolled his eyes and said that he couldn't say this. In the past, when Li Dahuai set up a stall to distribute money, even though the people knew that they were making a coincidence, they would still take as much as they should. As the old man Zhao became the village chief, why did the villagers become tough? Is it because he is easy to talk to? Or is it that bullying the weak and afraid of the strong being at work?

"Let me think about it!" Meng Youtian gently stroked his forehead, feeling a little distressed.

Now the Japanese have not begun to pay attention to the battlefield behind enemy lines. Some things can still be bought. When the Japanese are blocked, it will be difficult to do it again. It is precisely because he knows a lot and sees far, he will hoard important materials on a large scale. Moreover, these materials are for the long-term plans of Shili Village, but these things cannot be mentioned on the table, and no one believes them even if they say them.

Just as Meng Youtian was thinking hard, a rush of slapping the door came. He and Xiaoquan stood up suddenly, looked at each other, and Xiaoquan trotted to open the door.

After a while, a young man covered in snow, Xin brought in a young man, but Xiao Guanghe's young follower Tiedan. I saw that Tiedan couldn't tell whether it was snow or sweat on his face. After taking off his hat, his hair was completely wet and a strong heat came out.

"Brother Youtian, please follow me." When Tiedan saw Meng Youtian, he grabbed his sleeve anxiously and said with a little crying voice: "Fourth Master, the Fourth Master is almost out of reach, go and see him for the last time."

"What's going on?" Meng Youtian frowned suddenly, pushed Tiedan to sit on the edge of the kang, and said, "Don't worry, make the matter clear."

When Tiedan finished speaking briefly, Meng Youtian blinked and said, "The thigh was penetrated by the Japanese bullets. The bullets were not left inside. How could anyone die?"

"So swollen--" Tiedan gestured with a sad face with his hands, "There is still yellow water flowing, and the person is burning hot, and the doctor said he is afraid he will not be able to live tomorrow."

The wound was inflamed, and an antibiotic was injected... Meng Youtian slapped his head gently. It was not clear that the penicillin research had not been developed. Even if there was one, in this remote place, even if it was really exchanged for gold, it wouldn't be possible! This damn thing is really useless, just to meet the dead?

"Brother Youtian, let's go quickly. The Fourth Master called your name in a daze. Maybe there is something to explain? Sister Feng said that you may be a noble person. The story I told in Lianggang Village last time can save people!" Tiedan couldn't help but urge him in a hurry when she saw Meng Youtian spinning on the ground.

Telling a story? Meng Youtian suddenly stopped, rolled his eyes and clapped his hands, and there was a story. Otherwise, I would say that you have nothing to do and you have to read more. Experience is wealth! Have you ever seen "The Good Men of the Tang Dynasty" knows this magical method? Of course not, although the final effect is not known, Meng Youtian has decided to give it a try. It is a pity that the dead horse is treated as a living horse. Although it is not nice, that's it.

"You are waiting here, I will go and get something and follow you." Meng Youtian turned around and left after saying that.

"Youtian, I'll accompany you." Xiaoquan said worriedly: "I'll lead the black mule."

"Okay." Meng Youtian said without looking back: "Let's meet here."

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The wind was blowing in his ears, and the snowflakes were not flying towards him, but on the left side of Meng Youtian, pouring into his neck. He shrank his neck, pulled his collar upward, and tried to calmly observe in the wind and snow. It turned out that it was not the wind turning, but the road turning direction. Looking around, there was a vast whiteness in front of him, except for the trees beside the road, there was no light or a family.

"One ear" ran very steadily, but its speed was not as fast as Tiedan's war horse. Xiao Quan couldn't get up even faster while riding a black mule. Meng Youtian seemed anxious when he saw Tiedan looking back from time to time, but he could only do so. In fact, Meng Youtian was not anxious, but his riding skills were average and his horse was average, so he could only gallop forward like this.

About an hour later, a few lights appeared in front of them, and they became bigger and bigger. The vague Tumen Village entered the sight of Meng Youtian and others in the vast wind and snow. Tiedan grabbed a whistle and blew out a specific rhythm. The three of them went smoothly and drove directly into the village.

At the entrance of the village, Meng Youtian saw the secret corner moving and glanced at it quickly, like a snowman. In fact, this is the guard post of Jiulong Hall. In this snowy day, he did not knock off the snow on his body, because it fell on it again, and it was easy to melt. It would be better to let the snow draped over his body layer by layer.

The horse stopped in front of a large courtyard. Tiedan turned over and dismounted, called Meng Youtian and Xiaoquan into the gate, turned into the door next to his right hand, and led the animal into the horse shed. The three of them walked into the north hall.

The snow on the ground was creaking under his feet. Meng Youtian was carrying a wooden box wrapped in a quilt, feeling a little nervous, afraid that it would be too late, and the effect of this thing could not be guaranteed.

Before entering the hall, he heard Liu Feng's anxious voice, "Is there any other way? I can't just watch it? Is there such a situation before, just use a knife to cut off the rotten meat?"

"Miss, the Fourth Master's wound is not right, so we dare not move the knife." A slightly old voice said: "If there are foreign doctors, or doctors who have stayed in foreign countries, their skills may be good."

"Doctor Foreigner, I have stayed in foreign countries, where are you going to find them now?" Liu Feng said anxiously: "Didn't you say that it's difficult for the Fourth Master to survive until dawn? Even if you go to find them now, you won't be able to hurry up! I have sent someone to teach my father back, but this is a heavy snowy day, I'm afraid it's - what should I do?"
Chapter completed!