"Heh heh, but that'll be after you're all dead. Brothers, attack! Leave no one alive except this young master!"
Zhou Tong's eyes flashed with killing intent as he swung his saber towards Zhu Zi.
His companions surged forward behind him.
Just then, Hu Zi finally arrived with Da Li and Er Gou. Seeing that a fight had already broken out, he quickly joined the fray with the makeshift weapon in his hand.
Four against four, the numbers were even.
However, their weapons were at a significant disadvantage.
Zhu Zi was wielding a door bolt, Hu Zi a broom, and Da Li and Er Gou each carried a wooden plank left over from making chairs.
Within two minutes, their "weapons" were chopped apart by sabers.
Zhu Zi’s shoulder was also slashed by Zhou Tong, a cut over ten centimeters long, bleeding continuously.
The three carpenters were still busy brewing wine in the kitchen. They were all somewhat dazed by the fumes of the alcohol, completely unaware of what was happening in the courtyard.
Just as Zhu Zi and the others were about to lose, a gruff voice came from the front yard.
"Say, little brother, what good wine are you brewing at home? Even from far away, it's making my taste buds tingle~~~~~~~"
Cheng Yao Jin, with his full beard, stared at the people fighting in the courtyard and was stunned before he could even finish speaking. Zhou Tong and the other four were dressed in night-clothes, clearly not good people.
"Take them down!"
Cheng Yao Jin waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed out from behind him. Cooperating with Zhu Zi and the others, they quickly subdued Zhou Tong and his gang.
"Heh heh, right at the capital, less than two li from the imperial palace, and you dare to commit murder here? You must be tired of living! Hand them over to the constabulary, let them interrogate them properly."
Cheng Yao Jin said to his soldiers, looking at the subdued Zhou Tong and his men.
"Yes, sir!"
Several soldiers escorted Zhou Tong and the others out.
After they left, Cheng Yao Jin stepped forward, clapped Fang Er on the shoulder, and grinned, "Little brother, I just saved your life. Tell me quickly, what good wine did you make at home? I smelled it from afar, and that's how I found you."
Fang Er's tense mood had finally calmed down after Zhou Tong and his group were taken away. However, Cheng Yao Jin's slap nearly made him fall to the ground.
Cheng Yao Jin quickly steadied him, "Haha, your physique isn't very good. I didn't even use much strength. Sit down quickly, and have someone bring out your good wine."
Fang Er sat on a chair in the courtyard, patting his chest, and slowly caught his breath.
"Thank you for your help, General Cheng. Please sit for a moment, General. One of my men is injured, and I need to tend to him first. Hu Zi, go get two jars of the brewed wine."
After sending Hu Zi to fetch the wine, he invited Cheng Yao Jin to sit.
Cheng Yao Jin did not stand on ceremony and sat down on the chair with a swagger. He glanced at the injured Zhu Zi and waved to Fang Er, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I have excellent medicine for刀伤 here. Take it."
Fang Er quickly took the porcelain bottle handed over by Cheng Yao Jin and hurried to Zhu Zi's side.
Zhu Zi was leaning against Da Li, the wound on his shoulder still bleeding profusely.
Fang Er asked Da Li to help Zhu Zi into his room. After laying him flat on the bed, he carefully tore away the clothes around the wound.
The skin and flesh were gaping open, over ten centimeters long, extending from his shoulder to his chest, which alarmed Fang Er greatly.
Such a large wound, without disinfection and stitches, he didn't know how long it would take to heal. If it became infected, it could be fatal.
"Zhu Zi, hold on a bit longer. I'll go prepare something."
Zhu Zi nodded weakly.
Fang Er came out of the room and saw Hu Zi carrying two jars towards the courtyard, so he hurried over.
Taking one of the jars from Hu Zi, he held it with both hands and brought it before Cheng Yao Jin, placing it on the table.
"General Cheng, this is the good wine that led you here. However, this wine is quite potent, so please savor it slowly. I still need to tend to Zhu Zi's wound, so please help yourself."
After speaking, he bowed to General Cheng and took the other jar from Hu Zi, heading back into the room.
Cheng Yao Jin was starting to get a bit annoyed. His subordinate had clearly sent two jars of wine, but only one was given to him. Was he that stingy? He also heard Fang Er say he needed to tend to a wound and was curious. Why would you need wine to treat a wound?
Cheng Yao Jin ignored the wine on the table and followed Fang Er towards the room.
Fang Er truly couldn't attend to Cheng Yao Jin at that moment; Zhu Zi's injury had truly frightened him.
"Zhu Zi, I need to clean and disinfect your wound, otherwise it will get infected and could be life-threatening. It will be very painful, you need to endure it. Here, bite down on this cloth."
Looking at the pale-faced Zhu Zi, Fang Er's voice trembled slightly as he handed a cloth to Zhu Zi.
"Don't worry, young master, I can endure it."
Zhu Zi, enduring the pain of the wound, took the cloth and bit down on it.
Fang Er opened the wine jar in his hand, poured out a bowl, took another piece of cloth, dipped it in the wine, and began to clean Zhu Zi's wound.
The moment the cloth touched the wound, Zhu Zi's entire body tensed up, and then large drops of sweat began to bead on his forehead. His teeth clenched fiercely on the cloth in his mouth.
The wine seeping from the cloth in Fang Er's hand and the blood from Zhu Zi's wound mixed and flowed out.
After cleaning the wound, Fang Er looked at the more than ten-centimeter long cut and became worried again. There was nothing to stitch it with, and he didn't know how to stitch it. What should he do?
Cheng Yao Jin, watching from the side, was somewhat confused, "Little brother Fang, it's all cleaned up, why aren't you applying the medicine yet?"
"I can't just apply the medicine like this. If the wound isn't stitched, it will heal too slowly, and if it gets infected in the meantime, it will be a big problem. Wait for me here, I'll go prepare something."
Fang Er left them and went out of the room.
He looked at the limited number of points he had and knew he had to take a gamble to see if he could refresh something useful.
"Refresh the system's exchange store!"
"Refreshing requires a deduction of one hundred points. Host, please confirm!"
The system's cold voice reached Fang Er's mind.
"Confirm, refresh!"
Following Fang Er's command, the items in the exchange store instantly changed.
Looking at the ten new items inside, Fang Er wanted to cry. They weren't what he needed. The two-yuan store had turned into a hardware store; what was the use?
"Refresh again!"
"Two-yuan store!"
"Is it fighting against me?"
A flurry of actions, fierce as a tiger, resulted in becoming a fool.
But he had no points left.
He had to go to the backyard to find Uncle Zhang.
During the fight with Zhou Tong and the others, Uncle Zhang had not appeared because someone needed to watch the cartload of gold and silver in the backyard.
"Young master, were the thieves in the front apprehended?"
Seeing Fang Er coming to the backyard, Uncle Zhang hurried forward to ask.
"They were apprehended. Fortunately, General Cheng Yao Jin passed by, smelled the aroma of our wine, and came looking for it. He happened to arrive when the soldiers took the thieves down. Uncle Zhang, give me all the gold we brought back today, I have a use for it."