Zhu Youxiao saw these disgusting scenes in the wounded barracks. He saw the officers who simply stopped bleeding from the wounded soldiers, then sprinkled a layer of medicine powder, and then wrapped them with strips of cloth stained with unknown objects and then finished it.

There were people on the ground, and they were lying on the ground, howling weakly, but unfortunately no one paid attention to it, because the Suijun Doctor is a very rare variety. If you can give them some medicine powder and bandage them, it is worthy of them. If you are with them, you will be with them? Is it okay if it doesn't exist?

Seeing the soldiers on the ground feeling in pain, Zhu Youxiao's heart was trembling. This was not fear, but the trembling intertwined with regret and anger.

What a good soldier did not die under the enemy's sword on the battlefield, but now he is going to die in the wounded barracks at the hands of these quack doctors.

Look at these quack doctors and how to treat these soldiers!

The wound is not sewn or debride. It just sprinkles medicinal powder, and then puts it on and packs it with those dirty cloth strips. This is simply harmful. If you say that if you don’t get infected, it will be a gift from God.

"Come the chief officer of the injured barracks to me!" Zhu Youxiao became more and more angry as he looked at him, and shouted at Wu Xiang who was accompanying him.

A chubby officer behind him hurriedly ran over and knelt down on one knee to Zhu Youxiao and saluted: "My minister Li Song is still here to meet His Majesty!"

"You are the chief officer of this wounded barracks!" Zhu Youxiao said with a bad expression.

"I am right." Li Song also noticed the emperor's face and couldn't help but feel panic. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was so honest today that he couldn't be more honest.

"This is the cloth strip for bandaging you, my soldiers!" Zhu Youxiao asked coldly with his fingers on the pile of black cloth strips.

"It's right." Li Songhuan nodded in sweat.

"This seems to be stinking. Why do I think I have used it so many times?" Zhu Youxiao was so angry when he looked at the dirty strip.

"Your Majesty, I am not willing to use new ones, but this cloth strip is gone, and I am helpless." Li Song quickly defended himself. This is indeed a fact. The cloth strips that they can take out of the wounded barracks are here. Although they were all pulled from the previous wounded soldier, they are still cloth strips that can tie the wounds.

As for those Qiu Bas who want new ones, how could it be? How expensive is the new ones? A piece of cloth costs a lot of money. These Qiu Bass are all inferior. I'll give them these to me. I'm already merciful. What else do you want? Do you want silk?

"Wu Aiqing!" Zhu Youxiao turned his head and glanced at Wu Xiang and shouted.

"I'm here." Wu Xiang quickly pulled away two steps to Zhu Youxiao and bowed his body and fisted.

"Didn't you just give the wounded barracks any money to the injured barracks?" Zhu Youxiao didn't believe it. The wounded barracks didn't get any money. After all, this is an intermediate military officer.

"Your Majesty has it." Wu Xiang nodded. Although he didn't know how much money he had allocated to the injured barracks, Lord Zhao still cared for the injured barracks. Although the injured barracks were not an important place, the money they should have been given was also given.

After giving the money, Li Song did receive the money, and the amount was quite large, but the way to go for this money... is a bit shameful.

Li Song couldn't help but sweat more on his forehead.

No one expected that the emperor would come to this bitter and cold place in Jinzhou. Who would have thought that anyone would care about these wounded soldiers? Even Lord Zhao allocated money as usual but had never been to the wounded soldiers. Everything here was decided by himself.

It's going to be bad now, Li Song couldn't help but turn his eyes to a man wearing a third-rank military officer robe. It's obvious that you come out and say something to me, save me!

"How many per year?" Zhu Youxiao Yu Guang took Li Song's expression in his eyes and sneered in his heart. It turned out that he was quite a bit tricky. It seemed that other officials were involved.

"I don't know." Wu Xiang replied. He was the deputy general who was second only to Zhao Shujiao. How could he care about the small matters of allocating funds to the wounded barracks? They were all specifically responsible for them.

"The wounded barracks are subordinates of General Li Shen. I think it would be better for General Li Shen to explain to Your Majesty." So Wu Xiang accurately kicked the ball to General Li Shen who was standing in the crowd.

"Where is General Li Gan!" Zhu Youxiao asked again.

"My minister Li Songzhu met His Majesty. General Li Shen, who was standing behind Zhu Youxiao, knew that he could not escape, so he could only grit his teeth and gritted his teeth and went forward to reply.

"How much is the amount of money allocated in a year for the injured barracks?" Zhu Youxiao asked.

"Reply to the emperor's words, five thousand taels." Li Songzhu replied honestly. The number cannot be fake, so he can use a fixed number to dial it, and it is not something he can get confused by just saying it randomly.

"Five thousand taels of silver, I think this is not a small amount. Why don't there be even a little clean white cloth?" Zhu Youxiao asked, pointing at the dirty cloth.

"If you go back to the emperor, this matter is Li Song, the battalion official, and I don't know what happened." Li Songzhu is a veteran in kicking the ball, so the ball is back in the hands of the injured battalion official, Li Song.

"Yes!" Zhu Youxiao turned his head to Li Songkang.

"Your Majesty is helpless. My wounded barracks are not enough to make ends meet. Just buying herbal medicines requires a large sum of money. I am really powerless!" Li Song also started crying, and the tears flowed down as if they don't have money.

"Is that right? The account book! I want to see what kind of way is to make ends meet and why these soldiers who were injured for the Ming Dynasty cannot afford clean cloth strips!" Zhu Youxiao said loudly with great momentum, and suddenly countless pairs of eyes with hope of survival looked at Zhu Youxiao.

Although they were injured, no one wanted to die. They were wounded soldiers, but they were also humans. If they were humans, they were afraid of death. If they could not die, they would definitely try their best to live.

The wounded barracks are basically dead in the army. The people who come here can be said to have basically declared that they have finished ten people coming in, and no one can get out alive. Even if they live by luck, they will be missing their arms and legs and will be useless people all their lives.

After meeting Zhu Youxiao several times, and Zhu Youxiao's deliberate expression, the initial impression of Zhu Youxiao in their hearts became that this was a good emperor, a good emperor who truly loved the people as much as his son.
Chapter completed!