The wound on Sun Chunming's head was not big, and he only had three or four stitches for later generations. Sun Chunming looked at the dark so-called "golden sore medicine" and felt a burst of disgusting. When he asked, the main formula of this thing was actually furnace ash, and he didn't dare to try it at all.

"Sister-in-law, go and kill a chicken. The smaller the better. Take out the intestines and wash them and take them. Brother Cao, please buy me the most powerful knives and come back. Miss Yang, I wonder if you have a still? It is the thing used to steam flower dew."

"some"

"It's so good. Please give me somebody a try to get the stuff. By the way, Miss Yang, can you knit the girl red?"

"Ah? Ah, I will... I will do it a little."

"Okay, please help me sew the wound up after a while."

Yang Rong was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Slit?"

As he said that, he gestured with his hands, "Is this kind of sewing?"

"right."

"This... this person is not a clothes, how can he sew it?"

Sun Yue also said on the side: "Don't worry, Miss Yang, this is the method in our hometown. It is very effective to treat trauma. You really have to do this job. If you sew your slender hands on it, my father will probably not feel any pain."

Sun Chunming cursed: "It's so bad now, and I still don't forget to tease you."

Sun Yue smiled and found a knife and said, "Dad, let's scrape your hair first."

When Sun Chunming heard this, he had to smile bitterly. In ancient times, people paid attention to their bodies and hair and skin as their parents. In other words, no matter whether men and women never cut their hair, they would not be able to get a needle in a while, and it would not be conducive to the recovery of the wound.

Sun Chunming looked bitter and couldn't help but feel confused, but when he thought that his life was more important than his hair, he would be the only one. When Sun Yue finished picking it up, he had a good head missing, like a dog chewing on it, which was as ugly as it would be.

Yang Rong took the scissors and said, "I'll do it, I can repair it."

As he said that, Yang Rong, based on Sun Yue's shaving head, slapped another cut, which was a little better than before.

"I have studied hair accessories on weekdays and can be combed. If I don't look carefully, I shouldn't see it."

Sun Chunming said: "Then I'll trouble Miss Yang, I'll comb my hair in the future."

Yang Rong shyly responded: "Yes."

Sun Yue looked at the two of them speechlessly, what is going on today? How can someone feed a handful of dog food everywhere? How can you let me be like a boy who will develop for six or seven years?

During this time, Lao Cao and the others also came back. Sun Chunming was at home when he was young and had been in trouble when he didn't fight for three days. Then he was too lazy to go to the health center because he was busy all day long. He sewed it himself, so he was not unfamiliar with this set of things and told everyone to do things very calmly.

Put the white wine in a silver bottle for steaming perfume and distillate it. Although the steamed alcohol cannot be steamed, it still exists at about 60 degrees. Wash the intestines of the chicken and roll it into thread, soak it in the wine to disinfect it, then bend the needles of the sewing clothes and roast it, and then open the sewing directly.

Yang Rong naturally didn't dare, but Sun Chunming was very persistent and even taught him decently. Sun Yue looked at the joke with his eyes full of stars. Sun Chunming said: "Or why I open my son and I sew it once and you'll see it."

Sun Yue's face turned dark on the spot, "Come on, dad, Miss Yang doesn't dare, I'll sew it, girls who have been to the medical school before."

"Get out of here quickly. You can't even sew clothes. You want to love your father to death."

Finally, he found a piece of pork from the kitchen. Yang Rong practiced and dared to get started. However, Sun Chunming was quite tough. Except for occasionally taking a breath of air conditioning and frowning, he didn't say a word.

"I thought Mr. Sun was just a celebrity and romantic, but I didn't want to be so resolute and courageous. Guan Gong was so tired, but I thought it was just like that."

"Miss Yang praised her and dared not compare with her ancestors."

Sun Yue noticed that Yang Rong's eyes were dazzling when she looked at Sun Chunming.

It was Lao Cao who destroyed the atmosphere. Seeing that Sun Chunming was fine, he angrily slapped the table and said, "Brother Chun, what do you think of this? We can't just let it go."

Sun Yue's expression was also very serious. No matter how happy the needle was, it made people open their mouths and said, "Or what if you want to report to the official."

Sun Chunming shook his head and said, "Don't bother the second king with such a small matter."

Lao Cao said: "Report to the official? It's too cheap for them to report to the official. I will go to Lao Fang tomorrow and solve our own family's affairs."

Sun Chunming hesitated and said, "If you ask Lao Fang to take action, I'm a little afraid that he will make a big deal. Now it's a peaceful year, and fighting and killing will be bad after all. If someone dies, it will be difficult for us to explain to the Second King, let alone..."

Then he saw Yang Rong bowing down and said, "Mr. Sun, I apologize to you, but no matter what, he is always my elder. Can you ask Mr. Sun to give me some time and let me solve this problem by myself?"

Sun Chunming sighed. After all, this is Yang Rong's family, and he is still thinking about them helping him manage Fengle Building.

"Miss Yang, please get up quickly. This matter has nothing to do with you, so why should I apologize to me for this? Since you said that, you will leave this matter to you."

As he said that, Sun Chunming still sighed heavily in his heart.

It's so frustrating.

Unexpectedly, before they could discuss the reason, the doors were smashed in the yard.

A servant opened the door to see it, and he asked someone to call him.

None of the servants in their family signed a contract to sell their bodies. They were all old neighbors and were treated as half of their family members on weekdays. The angry needles on Sun Chunming's head were almost broken. Old Cao went back to the house to pick up a Tang sword and rushed out, yelling, "Who? Who?"

When I went out, I saw that it was no one else, but Yang Rong and his third uncle. They led a few idle men from the Yang family, holding sticks, swords and guns in their hands, and blocked the door carelessly.

"It's you guys who point to women to support you. It's not enough to hit people, so you've come to your house? Come on, come on, those who are not afraid of death will come up. I'm afraid that you will be dirty by killing you."

Yang Rong also ran out in panic: "Uncle San? You...what are you doing! Are you crazy?"

"I'm crazy? I think it's you little bitch crazy. Look at what time it's going to be here. Could it be that you want to spend the night here? Hey, the one behind you, I want to be the guest of the scepter, OK, I heard you are quite rich, you have a hundred thousand yuan redeemable, this bitch will be yours in the future. With this bitch's reputation, I don't care about how much you want."

Sun Chunming was so angry that his head was covered in blood, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'll redeem you uncle!"

As he said that, he picked up the sword and wanted to suck it out. Old Cao and his servants also lit up the guys. Even Cao Wan didn't know where to find two double-double swords to start working. Sun Yue also picked up a brick from the ground.

When the opposite side saw that this posture might be a bit weak, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Yoyo, you have to do it, right? The neighbors are judged. The girl named Sun doesn't give you money. Hey, the girl who sells flowers in the flower must collect money even if she splits her legs. Do you want to play with such a bitch with such a fame?"
Chapter completed!