Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 437 Bloody Charcoal, Yu Family

Uncle Zheng rushed between Huang Ziran and me.

He waved his hands at me and said, "Shi Tou, what are you doing?"

"Put the dagger away quickly."

I grinned and said, "I took the dagger to save Han Bin."

The moment I finished speaking, I swung the dagger towards Han Bin's head.

Han Bin's pupils suddenly contracted.

There was a look of disbelief in his eyes: "You, what are you going to do..."

Uncle Zheng looked at me in great surprise.

After a moment of hesitation, he quickly stretched out his hands to stop me.

But it's too late.

When he stretched out his hands halfway, the dagger in my hand had already fallen.

Swish!

The cold light of the dagger passed by Han Bin's scalp.

Cut off a large clump of hair from the top of his head.

I smiled and winked at Han Bin, picking up the severed hair and placing it in my palm.

The explanation is: "Hair is the residue of blood, and burning it can make charcoal from the residue of blood."

"Blood residue charcoal has the effect of breaking up blood."

I'm not making this up.

There really is a medicine called Xueyutan in traditional Chinese medicine.

Put the washed hair into a container and calcine it until the hair is carbonized. The preparation is then complete.

Grinding the carbonized blood charcoal into fine powder and blowing it into the nasal cavity can treat frequent nosebleeds.

Oral administration can also treat internal bleeding such as vomiting blood, hemoptysis, hematuria, and bloody stool.

External application can treat traumatic bleeding.

Well, I learned all this from Taoist Master Zhang.

At that time, I thought that when robbing tombs outside, it was inevitable to encounter injuries and bruises.

I asked Taoist Master Zhang for some first aid knowledge.

He told me about Chinese medicine bone setting, hemostasis and other first aid methods.

It focuses on the use of blood charcoal.

I didn't expect it would come in handy right now.

After hearing the explanation, Han Bin and Uncle Zheng both looked enlightened.

Han Bin asked expectantly, "Will a handful of hair not be enough?"

"I have so many wounds on my body, why don't you shave off all my hair and make blood charcoal out of it?"

Compared to staying alive, having your head shaved is not a big deal.

I originally wanted to try taking a handful of hair and making it into blood charcoal.

Seeing that Han Bin took the initiative to cooperate, he took a dagger and shaved off all his hair.

Then I shaved my head off too.

Huang Ziran's eyes twitched slightly: "Come, shave my hair too."

"Help Brother Han Bin stop the bleeding."

Uncle Zheng also came over and said, "And my hair."

Han Bin quickly glanced at Huang Ziran.

She pursed her lips and shook her head at me quietly.

It was as if he was signaling not to use Huang Ziran's hair.

I put away the dagger and said, "This hair should be enough."

"And I'm not absolutely sure, I'm just trying to give it a try."

"If the blood charcoal is effective and not enough later, I'll shave your heads again."

Uncle Zheng touched his hair and smiled, "That's fine."

Huang Ziran's face was tense, his eyes flickering as he fell into deep thought.

I dug a small hole next to the fire.

Put the hair into a small hole, cover it with soil, then put firewood on the soil and ignite it.

Uncle Zheng Er asked in confusion, "Isn't the blood charcoal made from burning hair?"

"Why bury your hair in the dirt under the fire?"

I explained as I fiddled with the firewood, "Blood charcoal doesn't burn hair directly."

"They put the hair in a pot, covered it with a lid, and then used mud to seal the gap between the pot and the lid."

"Then use low heat to slowly simmer the hair until it is charred."

"We don't have a pot, so we can only bury it under the fire."

The preparation of Chinese medicine is a science.

Various processing methods such as salt processing, wine processing, honey processing, bran frying, earth frying, calcination, and calcination and steaming have their own wonderful uses.

It’s a pity that most Chinese medicinal herbs are now cultivated.

In order to save time when preparing medicinal materials in large quantities, technological means are used instead of traditional preparation.

This results in the drug becoming less and less effective...

Huang Ziran paced back and forth beside the fire anxiously.

He frowned and said, "Even if we help stop his bleeding, it will be difficult for us to take him to Zhifangtou Village."

"If someone sees him covered in injuries at dawn, they will definitely report us as bad guys."

At that time, the masses were very vigilant and enthusiastic.

People often report unusual situations when they see them.

If you are caught by the village security director or people from relevant departments, you will inevitably be interrogated.

Huang Ziran continued: "Or go find Old Man Qin."

"Tell him to arrange for a few people to come over and get a stretcher so they can take turns carrying Han Bin."

"Or we have to find a way to borrow a vehicle from a nearby village. A tricycle, a cart, an ox cart, or a horse cart will do."

It was the middle of the night, and I was in an unfamiliar place.

Borrowing a car can be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

It would be more reliable to find Old Man Qin.

I figured this was an opportunity.

After getting rid of Huang Ziran, he could continue questioning Han Bin.

"Old Huang, would you mind taking the trouble to make the trip?"

"Ask Old Man Qin to arrange for a few people to come and help carry Han Bin."

Huang Ziran was stunned.

He raised his right hand in astonishment and pointed at his chest.

"I go?"

I nodded vigorously and said decisively, "You go!"

"Look, I have to treat Han Bin's wounds, so I can't leave."

"Old Zheng is too old to run anymore."

"You're the best person to go now."

Uncle Zheng Er smiled and chimed in, "That's right."

"Xiao Huang, you can't let an old man like me go and find someone."

Huang Ziran smiled awkwardly, then reluctantly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

After taking two deep puffs of the cigarette, he made a decision.

He muttered, "Okay, I'll go find someone to help."

"I'll leave this to you two."

After he finished speaking, he spat out the cigarette butt and trotted in the direction where Old Man Qin was heading.

After Huang Ziran disappeared into the darkness, Uncle Zheng leaned over to my ear and whispered, "Why do I feel like something's wrong?"

"You, Xiao Huang, and Han Bin, there's something wrong."

I have to say that Lao Jianghu has a very sharp sense of smell.

It is estimated that Uncle Zheng Er had noticed something was wrong from the beginning, but he was still pretending to be ignorant.

Uncle Zheng put his arm around my shoulders and patted me gently twice.

He said earnestly: "Shitou, we are brothers."

"They are family!"

When Zheng Erbo said the three words "our family", he put a strong emphasis on them.

He reminds us that our relationship is not ordinary.

It also reminds me not to hide anything from my own people.

I pondered for a moment, wondering whether the relationship between this "family member" was reliable or not.

To be honest, I can only be considered his junior apprentice.

I don't have a very deep relationship with him as a fellow apprentice.

So in terms of trust, I really don't dare to treat him as a family member.

Although I was wary in my heart, I said seriously, "Brother, I definitely treat you as one of my own."

"Speaking of something being wrong, I happen to be a little confused as well."

"Were those vampire bats just now arranged by someone in advance?"

"And Lao Huang, why did you prepare eel blood?"

"Hiss!" Uncle Zheng took a deep breath and squinted his eyes in thought.

Seeing that he stopped talking, I took a stick and fanned the fire.

Pull out the hair buried in the small hole.

The hair has been carbonized and solidified into pieces after being heated at high temperature.

It looks like burnt charcoal.

After the blood charcoal cooled down, I held it in my hand, rubbed it into powder and pressed it on Han Bin's wound.

"Bear with it."

"Yeah." Han Bin nodded with a hum.

Then he glanced at Uncle Zheng who was sitting by the fire.

Seeing that Uncle Zheng was still in deep thought and not paying attention to this side.

Han Bin wrote on the ground with his finger: Everything you want to know is in Zhifangtou Village, Yu Family!!!