There is a pendant underneath the lantern filled with suet wax, and it only shakes slightly when the wind is strong.

People who remove snow take advantage of the light and chat more often. Even adults like the feeling of hugging each other for warmth.

We won the battle today, and there were so many elite soldiers here, so we didn't feel tired working together.

"Swan geese, in the sky, are lined up in a row, and the autumn grass is yellow..."

Some people hummed songs and went to the stables to feed the horses night grass, and there were also people in charge of the sheep pens.

The city wall and the houses in the city blocked a lot of wind, and the lanterns in the stables were fixed with ropes.

"Eat, eat, eat more grass to gain weight."

The man who feeds the horse mumbles as he puts the fodder in the manger, hoping that the horse will be happy.

Regardless of whether it is a new horse or an old horse, they all want to eat at this moment. Even the injured horse will endure the pain for the time being and eat until it is full.

Injured horses are usually given beans and fried soy flour to increase protein and facilitate wound recovery.

The horse that was too seriously injured has been given a happy life.

The sheep in each sheepfold are more sensitive to the weather than humans. They know the current situation and are very honest.

Give them some fodder and they will eat it silently without roaring loudly.

On the other hand, the injured prisoners who survived temporarily after treatment were groaning and wailing in pain.

After a batch of snow was cleared, and while everyone was waiting to continue cleaning up for a while, Yulin Feiqi brought things to where the wounded were captured.

After the wound of the wounded prisoner was sutured, the sutured area hurt more than the actual wound.

Without sutures, the pain would not be a problem, and it might be better now. After a day, body fluids will begin to leak out of the wound.

Whether the temperature is high or low, there is a possibility of infection, and low temperatures can cause frostbite.

As soon as the Fei Qiu appeared, the person who was humming and wailing just now stopped his voice instantly and looked at the Fei Qi with horrified eyes.

The Yulin Flying Riders spread out to check the wounds and feel the body temperature of the wounded.

"Don't worry, there's no infection. You won't die under normal circumstances. I'll change your dressing tomorrow morning.

You have stress-induced fever and do not need physical cooling. Drink more water.

Don’t put pressure on the injured area when sleeping, and don’t move all the time. Moving too much will increase the muscle movement of the wound and increase the secretion of body fluids.”

A Yulin Feiqiu looked at the wounds of the prisoner in front of him and spoke to him patiently.

"It hurts. I can't sleep at all. I vomit when I eat. Can I still live?"

The wounded are like sick people facing doctors, expecting Yulin Feiqi to give a positive answer.

Feiqiu Yulin took out something from his bag, which was about the size of an ink stick.

He pulled out his tactical saber again, and the knife made a mess in his hand.

"I don't feel any pain anymore. I won't make any sound. I'll go to sleep right away. I'm asleep."

The prisoner was afraid, closed his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

"I'll give you some medicine to take without killing anyone."

As Yulin Feiqiu said this, he found a quilt for the prisoners to drink, and used a knife to scrape the powder on the 'ink ingot'.

After scraping a few times, I scooped out some water from the pot that was always boiling and poured it into the cup. I stirred the water a few times.

"Blow, blow, drink it if it's not hot." Feiqi Yulin handed over the cup.

The other Yulin Flying Riders operate in the same way. They all use "Mo Ding", and the "Mo Ding" actually looks more like coal essence.

Coal essence is not amber. It was also valuable at Li Yi's time and became a processing material for works of art.

The wounded man who just closed his eyes drank a third of the bowl of water. His leg was injured. He looked at his leg and raised his arm to wipe the sweat.

"Is it hot?" Yulin Feiqi asked.

"It's hot, it's hot in my stomach," the wounded man replied.

"I'm asking...do you feel warm in your stomach? It's not like drinking hot water." Yulin Feiqi asked again.

"What kind of warmth is that?" The wounded man didn't understand.

After a while, he had a new feeling: "The heat from drinking kumis doesn't hurt much anymore, but there is some... how should I put it..."

"Running on horseback, just running a few hundred meters, getting faster and faster. How excited are you when you want to sprint?"

Yulin Feiqi thought about it and gave a comparison.

"Yes, the pain is lighter now, magic medicine! What medicine is it?"

The prisoner found that first his stomach felt warm and he felt no longer hungry, and then his whole body felt comfortable, and the injured area did not seem to hurt at all.

"Continue to drink water, the medicine is working. Change the dressing tomorrow morning, take this medicine, and then eat."

Yulin Feiqi didn't answer, he just gave a 'doctor's order' and he couldn't say anything.

The black pieces are made from poppies, which are cut into thick pulp, dried and preserved.

To put it bluntly, it is opium paste. After roasting, it becomes a paste. When not roasted, it is as hard as pitch in winter.

Eat it on an empty stomach, it is absorbed quickly. If you eat too much, you will feel excited, no pain, no sleepiness, no hunger, and you will have strength...

The Yulin Flying Cavalry comes standard, but they have never actually used it, but they have tried to eat it. They need to understand the reaction.

"It's Li Jia Zhuang who got the magic medicine, right?" There was a grateful look in the captive's eyes.

"Drink water to speed up your metabolism. If you can't sleep, just count sheep, one sheep, two sheep, count to... count to ten, and count from the beginning. If you are sleepy, don't continue counting."

Yulin Feiqi wanted to count to ten thousand, but he was afraid that the other party would get sleepy when he counted to one thousand, so he forced himself to count, and even touched his wounds to wake himself up and continue counting.

Just count to ten, start from the beginning, and make it clear first. If you feel sleepy, stop counting and go to sleep.

"I understand what you mean. I'm not stupid. I don't need to count to ten. I keep counting and I will fall asleep while counting."

The prisoner thinks he has been insulted. Do you think I am the second best?

"Sorry!" Yulin Feiqi nodded and turned around to go see the next wounded person.

He had just taken two steps when the wounded man's voice came from behind: "May I ask, how do you count after you reach a thousand?"

"Counting from the beginning." Yulin Feiqi stumbled and gave the answer. He almost fell down.

"Thank you!" the wounded man said sincerely.

"You're welcome!" Yulin Feiqiu quickened his pace.

Opium is easy to use. After feeding a round to the wounded, the wailing sounds disappear, and the sounds of counting sheep and humming can be heard.

…

It's daybreak and the snow has stopped.

The people taking turns to rest stewed the horse meat broth, and put in the dried green onion and coriander.

There is no pasta, including highland barley noodles, which are rice cooked with japonica rice and oily salted duck eggs.

Pilu Nuhan approached Jia Guitan again: "We will process the goat milk and mare milk saved today, and the goat milk will be used to make cheese.

In fact, mare's milk can also be used to make cheese, but it requires a lot to make a small amount, and it is not easy to dry, so it is better for making wine.

We usually eat highland barley, but today we were so happy that we cooked the japonica rice sent from elsewhere."

"What are you doing after dinner?" Jia Guitang doesn't care what he eats, as long as he can eat it.

"It's time to go to class! There was a war two days ago, so our classes were suspended. Now it's stable, we have to study, mainly learn to write the calligraphy of our Tang Dynasty."

Pilu Nuhan took a leather schoolbag from the side. This schoolbag was made of pure leather and was handmade.

"Do you have pen and ink?" Jia Guixin just came over and didn't know the situation clearly.

"Yes! There are also colored pens, which can draw beautiful paintings. I know where you are going to ask where they came from. Our Datang Dynasty Tianxia Fund gave them to us, so we will not rebel against the Tang Dynasty."
Chapter completed!