Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

Mr. Gao's situation was really not optimistic. After fifty beatings, his life was almost gone. Taking more than one thousand taels from the Gao family was equivalent to buying his life, so Chun Xing felt no guilt at all.

Everyone saw the young doctor take out a silver needle, look at the tall young master, press a few acupoints, and then raise his hand to insert the needle very quickly. In a few strokes, he inserted the silver needle into each acupoint, deep or shallow, twisting or turning, lifting or inserting. For a moment, everyone felt dazzled.

As everyone waited with bated breath, Chun Xing sat upright on the side, twirling the needle in her hand with a calm expression.

Everyone was full of doubts, but they didn't dare to ask questions. They could only stare at the condition of the eldest son of the Gao family.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, everyone clearly saw that the tall young man's tense body gradually relaxed, the abnormal blush on his face faded slightly, and his breathing gradually returned to normal.

After the injection, Chun Xing felt a little tired, so she sat aside to relax, took out a bottle of alcohol and two pills from her bag, handed them to Mrs. Gao, and carefully explained to her how to apply and take the medicine.

The eldest lady thanked Chun Xing again and again, and politely sent the two of them back to the cave entrance. Before leaving, she stuffed a few silver bills into their pockets, all as a thank you for not exposing her just now.

Chun Xing was very satisfied with the eldest lady's understanding. She smiled at her and watched the bailiff lead the man back to the exile area.

After sending away the insignificant people, Chun Xing smiled like a cat that had stolen some fish. She happily hugged Lin Xiaoyue's arm and counted the two thousand three hundred taels she had gotten in front of her (one thousand taels to keep the people + one thousand eight hundred taels for treatment + five hundred taels to cover her mouth). She laughed and said that she would take Sister San Ya to the town to eat and drink delicious food.

Lin Xiaoyue patted the girl's head with amusement. She didn't need this little money. It was the money Chun Xing earned with her own ability. She would not think about it or covet it.

She looked at the sky outside. It was still dark and she had no idea what time it was. She simply sent Chun Xing to take a nap. Half of the yamen runners would be waiting for her to take turns seeing patients tomorrow.

Thinking that there are more than 20 yamen runners waiting for her to see tomorrow, and with the Gao family's on-site publicity tonight, there may be other exiles who will need her treatment tomorrow.

It is not easy to make money from yamen runners, but it is easy to make money from exiles.

Chun Xing couldn't help laughing out loud at the thought that lots of small amounts of money would soon rush into her little wallet, filling up her small private treasury and making her earn a fortune.

Humph, I will definitely ask that old man to take a look later and let him say that my medical skills are not good enough and I can't make money? I look down on myself!

I just have to let him see clearly that she, Chun Xing, earned so much money by her own ability, huh.

So she has to conserve her energy tonight so that she can make a lot of money tomorrow.

Watching Chun Xing happily return to the tent and lie down to sleep, Lin Xiaoyue leaned against the mountain wall and closed her eyes to rest.

Sure enough, not long after, the exiles came one after another to find the young yamen runner who was on night guard to make a statement, asking Chun Xing to come over and let them take a look.

The young yamen runner could not refuse, so after accepting a large amount of bribes, he came to find Lin Xiaoyue again.

As a result, Lin Xiaoyue waved him away.

Are you kidding? There are so many people waiting for Chun Xing to feel her pulse tomorrow. She will be tortured all night. Will she still be examined by you yamen runners tomorrow?

The young yamen runner thought about it and ran back, shouting at the protesting exiles to go back to their own areas to sleep. If they really needed to see a doctor, they would have to wait until the young doctor had finished seeing the yamen runners tomorrow before it would be their turn. As for tonight, they could forget about it.

How could the exiles agree to this? The Gao family had just been examined by a young doctor, so why wasn't they being examined when it was their turn?

The exiles expressed their dissatisfaction and wanted to make a scene to force the young doctor out.

As a result, they were yelled back by the old yamen runner, who said that if they didn't go back, each of them would be beaten with ten boards and then dragged back.

As soon as the stick was mentioned, all the exiles were frightened and dared not jump anymore. They all shrank their necks tightly like quails, and scattered like birds and beasts, all obediently returning to their own fields to lie down and sleep.

Humph, you are all cheap bastards, still thinking that you are high-ranking officials in the imperial city.

Lin Xiaoyue squinted her eyes and raised them, glancing at the farce that started hastily and ended sloppily. She shook her head speechlessly and closed her eyes to rest.

……

The next day, the sky brightened, but it was still gloomy outside, without a single ray of sunlight. The sky seemed to be hung with a curtain of water, pouring down without stopping.

what happened?

Which god has disturbed God's back garden again?

Lin Xiaoyue wanted to praise this god for his good work, but could he control the amount of water?

During the previous drought, there was not a drop of water. Every moment, extreme weather was mercilessly harvesting lives.

Now, everywhere is damp, even the cave is damp. And, with the way God keeps pouring water, the low-lying areas will probably be flooded, right?

It's really true that some people die of drought, and some people die of floods. Can't it be more equal?

Fortunately, Lin Xiaoyue and the others and the yamen runners went out to collect firewood yesterday, so they have no shortage of firewood now.

However, the exiles are a headache.

Basically, more than half of the exiles were caned by the yamen runners yesterday. Of the remaining half, another quarter collapsed after the sudden cold overnight, leaving less than three-quarters barely holding on.

But these 3/4 of the people also had a hard time. They had no firewood or fire, and they ate steamed buns distributed by the yamen runners, which were dry, hard, black and moldy.

It’s even easier when you’re thirsty. Just stand outside the cave, look up at the sky, open your mouth, and drink as much as you want.

Take charge!

If you are a little more particular, as long as your in-laws have prepared pots and pans for you before you leave the imperial city, you can use them to collect the rainwater.

As for boiling water, without firewood, we can only drink cold water.

A few people wanted to ask the yamen runners for permission to go out and chop down a tree. Even if it was wet firewood, they had to find a way to dry it first before starting a fire.

At least we could boil some hot water to drink. Otherwise, if we keep drinking raw water, I'm afraid everyone will get diarrhea.

The bailiff thought so too. If the remaining people fell ill, who would take care of these exiles?

There are still some people who are standing and taking care of their own people around them. If even these people fall down, then won’t it be their turn to go into battle?

Are you kidding? Taking care of three hundred people, won’t they be exhausted to death?

So, after careful consideration, Zhao Tou arranged for a few yamen runners to accompany the few honest and well-behaved people who had gone outside the cave to chop firewood.

Several people were out for a long time, getting soaked like drowned rats, and finally they could barely carry back a few half-decent trees.

They borrowed the yamen servants' broadswords to chop the firewood, but when they chopped it, the inside was all wet. So, these people could only wet the firewood at a location closer to the cave entrance than Lin Xiaoyue and the others.