"This person's amnesia should be caused by his soul damage, so I can't do anything about it. However, he is unable to get up so far because of his qi and blood failure."

The crowd of the land of the earth let go of Li Buzhuo's wrist and said to Yin Youluo. Although the words were not finished, everyone present understood what he meant: qi and blood failure is not a terminal illness. If there is tonic, ordinary people can recover in more than a month. But for the next six ministries, the daily compensation for hard labor is only enough for the family to eat enough and cannot save half of the surplus food. If you suffer from a cold, you may have your life. How can you take tonic?

This chariot will probably be considered useless for the rest of his life.

"Qi and blood failure?" Yin Youluo pondered for a moment, took out a small bottle the size of a thumb, and handed it to the old man in Huanzhong and said, "Create this medicine powder with water and take it to the injured here."

"Jiaozhi's blood powder?" A member of the upper six tribes beside him exclaimed and frowned, "Brother Luo is compassionate, but the lower six tribes are like this. What's the use of you saving the people in this room?"

"Just a bottle of medicine powder." Yin Youluo left with his hands behind his back.

This place is different from others. It seems that not all the upper six tribes regard the lower six tribes as untouchables. Li Buzhuo's heart moved.

At this moment, a call suddenly came from the door.

"Aman...Aman..."

A woman with a bramble hairpin and cloth skirt broke into the house, dusty, mud on her trousers, and a vine basket was on her back. She looked very nervous, and her eyes looked at the wounded in the house with a hint of nearly desperate expectation.

"Bold!" The old man from the Huanzhong strode forward and scolded, "Dare you dare to collide with the three masters of Dikong, are you afraid of your life?"

Although he was stern, he gave a wink at the woman.

The woman was stunned, then she realized, knelt down and said hoarsely to the three dikong people: "It was the people who were blind and accidentally bumped into the three dikong masters."

"Get up." Yin Youluo looked outside the house and saw two city guards approaching, with their eyebrows froze, "Hmm? What's going on?"

The woman quickly stood up and carefully straightened the vine basket behind her. She stammered and looked straight at the face of the injured person in the room. But after a glance, she burst into tears, but she did not dare to cry, but she covered her face and sobbed.

At this time, two city guards approached, and they were also the crowd of people in the front ring. After saluting to Yin Youluo and the other three, Yin Youluo looked at the crying woman.

"This woman took her child and came over from Wu Huancheng a hundred miles southwest to find her man. She has been searching for this city for two days but hasn't found her." A city guard explained, with a numb expression. He had seen many similar things. "This clinic is the last place. It seems that her man was probably crushed to death in this way."

Yin Youluo paused when he heard this, and his clear voice happened to be heard by everyone: "You all heard it, but who is the husband of this woman?"

No one answered.

Yin Youluo frowned. The lives of the six lower tribes were despicable. This was the case a thousand years ago. He was accustomed to it. But recently, Cangwu started a war with the lower realm, and the casualties increased sharply. There were countless families destroyed every day, which was really unbearable. The woman's sobbing sounds kept awakening the baby in the vine basket behind her and cried. The sound was like a mosquito and gnaws. It had been a long time since she had eaten her fill. Seeing that the woman's extremely poor face, she probably couldn't produce milk.

Yin Youluo paused, pointed at Li Buzhuo, and said to the woman: "Since no one answered, your husband might not be here, but that person may not be sure. He was injured and couldn't remember what happened before. Go and see if he is your husband?"

"Why dare... the matter of the people, please... Lord Lao cares..." The woman wiped away the tears, looked afraid, but with the last trace of expectation, she moved to Li Buzhuo's bedside, looked at Li Buzhuo's face, and her expression instantly turned gray.

"How is that, is it him?" Yin Youluo asked.

The woman's neck moved, as if she was about to shake her head, but she froze and murmured: "He...he's broken, I can't recognize it very clearly..."

"No hurry, you can take a look."

"Well..." Yin Youluo's attitude calmed the woman slightly.

She took a deep breath and asked Li Buzhuo carefully: "You... don't really remember your own affairs?"

What did she want to do? Li Buzhuo was a little confused, and he showed a confused look and just shook his head.

The woman reached out and seemed to want to touch Li Buzhuo's face, but her hands paused halfway.

"Aman... Yes, you are my Aman..." Her calloused hands stroked Li Buzhuo's cheeks, and her eyes rolled out of her eyes like tears, "You have broken your face and lost weight, too much weight, and I almost didn't recognize you because of being tortured to this look. You are still there, so good, so good..."

"This..." Li Buzhuo was stunned and said to himself, "This woman's husband is probably in danger. He is pitiful to this woman and that child. If there is no man in the family of the Sixth Tribes, these two people will probably starve to death. No wonder she would have to come over to find someone not far from Baili to find someone. The Sixth Tribes named Aman really looks similar to me? If this is true, it would be a great opportunity for me to impersonate the Sixth Tribes, and even their status is perfect."

"Oh?" Yin Youluo's expression moved and looked at each other with the other two subordinates.

"There is such a coincidence, and it is a road that will never be defeated."

"Luo Zhai is kind-hearted and helps orphans and widows gain their husbands, and he really gets the blessings of six pillars."

"Lord Dikong is merciful..." The old man in the ring sighed.

"Thank you, Lord Dikong, for your mercy!"

The woman knelt down and wanted to kowtow to Yin Youluo, but Yin Youluo said sideways: "No need, you carry the child, it's so inconvenient. When your husband drinks the medicine, take him away."

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"That Lord Dikong is so compassionate that he even rewarded us with 500 yuan. You can rest for a while after you go home."

"If you can't have some strength to work, just go to Cai Kui with me. Although it's a bit embarrassing, it's better than starving to death."

"Aman, are you E.M.?"

Kui Ren wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead and said to Li Buzhuo, who was lying on the wooden cart. The woman made a living by picking sunflower and pressing oil in Wuhuan City, so she called Kui Ren. Like Aman, she was a member of the lower six tribes and had no name.

Leaving from Guancheng near Yunwai Valley, Kui Ren carried the child on his back and dragged Li Buzhuo on the cart. He had been walking southeast for two days. The two-year-old child drank porridge every day and had no energy to cry. If Li Buzhuo had not secretly passed a wisp of internal qi to recuperate him, he would have died. Kui Ren could not eat a piece of dry food as big as a palm every day, and his thin body had been hardened.

Li Buzhuo looked at her earnest gaze and finally said, "Don't be hungry."

"Can you speak?" Aoi looked surprised, then she was stunned and asked carefully: "Did you... remember?"

"I can't remember."

Li Buzhuo held up from the cart and took Yin Youluo's blood-generating drug in the clinic. Although it was diluted, it also helped his injury recover faster. At this time, he finally had the ability to move.

The reason why I didn't speak before was because I was afraid that the accent would reveal flaws. However, over the years, Li Buzhuo was actually much familiar with the language of the Cangwu Realm. In addition, he was prepared before coming. At this time, he didn't have to pretend to be mute when facing a member of the lower six tribes.

"Hey, don't..."

Kui Ren took two steps forward, as if he was about to stop Li Buzhuo, but Li Buzhuo jumped off the cart lightly, stretched out his muscles and bones twice, and said to her, "I'll pull the cart."

Aoi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but for her, it was a matter of the sky at home. She said everything, and then lowered her head and sat next to the wooden cart, "Let's take a break, wait for me to drink water and eat something before pulling the cart."

"Sit down and don't fall down the child." Li Buzhuo said, but pulled up the cart and walked forward steadily.

Aoi let out a light cry, sat down, and said in surprise: "Are you okay?"

Li Buzhuo said huh, keeping his pace.

"That's great, great." Kuiren muttered, "This time I went home, I just hope that the adults would not be sent to repair the city again. However, I heard that Lord Yin Youluo is the city order of Wu Huancheng. You came back from injury. They should not send you there again, they would definitely not."

As he said that, Kuiren saw that Li Buzhuo's stick carved with six statues of gods was stained with dust on the wooden cart, and reached out to wipe it.

"Don't move."

Li Buzhuo suddenly stopped and turned around and said.

Kui Ren was stunned and retracted his hand, and Li Buzhuo pressed Kui Ren's eyes.
Chapter completed!