Xiao Qinghuan

Without stopping, Yan Qing stepped over the threshold and walked towards the inner courtyard.

If it is not for lunch, the clinic is always deserted. People in the West Village cannot go out, and people in the East Village feel that the clinic is very dirty because they have to see patients every day, so they refuse to come.

Yan Qing sat behind the desk, thinking about the afternoon's affairs.In any case, according to the boy, the bullies in Liujia Village have been here for a long time and have accumulated a lot of power. If they rush to ask questions, they may not be able to ask anything.After thinking about it, Yan Qing felt that Jiang Ying and the others had to take care of it.

The rain outside stopped and stopped, Yan Qing went out and came back after such a detour, pretending to be something heavy in her heart, she couldn't help feeling bored.He was thinking about it to himself, and he didn't even notice Jiang Ying entered the door.

Jiang Ying called him, but got no response, so he raised his voice slightly, and called again: "Mr. Yan?"

Yan Qing came back to her senses: "Oh..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, not sure if it was because of staying up late for the past few days, but Yan Qing always felt that his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable, and even his spirit was not good enough.

"It just so happens that you are here." Yan Qing cheered up and stood up from behind the desk: "I have something to tell you."

Yan Qing mentioned the situation of Bitao and the boy outside to Jiang Ying. Jiang Ying was obviously used to doing this, and without Yan Qing's instructions, he understood the key here and went to investigate on his own.

The east wing that was temporarily used by Zhuang Yi to rest was quiet, Yan Qing didn't intend to disturb, she tidied herself up lightly, changed her clothes, and then sat back in the clinic.

Yan Qing had just passed Bitao's pulse, and she had some experience in recurring illnesses.He put the half-written prescription aside, and drew up a new one. Compared with the ancient medical prescriptions, he changed a few herbs, and increased or decreased the original herbal medicines.

While flipping through the book, he pondered over the prescription, and it took an hour before he decided on the prescription.

On the way, people from the East Village came to ask the doctor twice, but fortunately it was just common typhoid fever, and there was nothing serious about it, so I took a couple of medicines from the clinic and it was all right.

In the evening, Yan Qing went out for a walk. The Shenweiying who had cut trees and moved stones had already returned to Liujia Village in the evening. Before he could say hello, he went to fill up all the gaps in the embankment.The young soldiers rolled around in the river, making their bodies covered in mud, especially Xie Jue.He was so far away that Yan Qing almost didn't recognize him.

"Mr. Yan." Xie Jue wiped the muddy water on his chin, waded up to him and greeted him: "In half an hour, the embankment will be repaired, and then we will dig a canal to divert the accumulated water on the bank." Let’s go, find a place to burn the rest of the animal carcasses inside, and it will be clean.”

Xie Jue took people up and down the mountains and rivers in Liujia Village in the past few days. The good young masters are a bit rough, but they are reliable, and they can be regarded as orderly when they take care of these hard work up and down.

Yan Qing nodded: "Thank you."

"It should be." Standing beside Yan Qing, Xie Jue stretched out his hand and gestured towards the river: "It's been raining for the past few days, so it's inevitable that we will be slower. The river embankment will be repaired today, and within two days, the river course will be restored." It will all be cleaned up.”

"After the river embankment is repaired, the water source from the village's source must be diverted." Yan Qing said: "Although the source of several wells in the village does not go to the Yangtze River, the rising water potential of the Yangtze River will inevitably pollute the water source."

According to ancient medical books, the water source is the most important thing when the plague spreads. If the water source is polluted, the epidemic will be uncontrollable and may even spread.When Yan Qingchu came to Liujia Village, he covered the wells in the village with bamboo poles and linoleum to prevent the rain from falling in, and sprayed medicine three times a day, but even so, it was still a drop in the bucket. If the river course is not clear, the rotting corpse water will have the risk of backflow.

Fortunately, the river embankment has been blocked now, so the rest is easy to talk about.

Xie Jue smiled, and agreed crisply: "I know."

The soldiers of the Divine Guard Battalion on the river bank seemed to have touched something, and called Xie Jue from afar. Xie Jue responded with a loud voice, rolled up his trouser legs and waded into the water.

Seeing this, Yan Qing stopped delaying their work and walked downstream along the embankment.

Not far away came the sound of sobbing, Yan Qing's hearing was good, it seemed to be the cry of a woman.He frowned, and walked forward following the cry.

After walking thirty or fifty steps, I saw a few people turning out from the alley. They carried a bamboo raft on their shoulders and covered it with a white cloth. They looked like people.A woman stumbled along the bamboo raft, crying uncontrollably.With the bumps, a bluish hand hung down from the bamboo raft. The hand was as thin as a stick, and the wound on the arm was festered and blackened, and the bones inside could already be seen faintly.

The woman was crying so hard that she clutched the bamboo raft tightly and refused to let go, but in the end she was pushed to the ground by the people who resisted the bamboo raft, and she could only lie on the ground in vain and look at the direction in which the bamboo raft was going away.

Yan Qing stopped in her tracks, knowing that this was the patient who died in Xicun.

This situation is nothing new, seven days is a hurdle.From the onset of the disease, if the patient does not improve within seven days, the possibility of improvement is unlikely.

However, those who died of the plague could not be buried in the grave as usual. These corpses were thrown in one place, either burned to ashes, or buried deep in the ground, and even the coffin could not be disposed of.

Yan Qing felt sore in her heart, but she also knew that there was nothing she could do.He stood still in place, silently recited the mantra of the past life three times, and took it as his sustenance.

"There's not one more." Xie Jue came over and stood beside him at some point. The young man was obviously not good at dealing with life and death, and he was a little downcast: "How can human life be so cheap..."

Yan Qing was speechless, he patted Xie Jue on the shoulder, turned around and left without saying a word.

The rain that had been raining for more than half a month stopped silently. Yan Qing returned to the clinic, only to find that Jiang Ying, who had gone out to inquire about news, had returned and was standing in the hall waiting for him.

"Mr. Yan." Jiang Ying bowed slightly: "I went around the East and West Villages, and I have almost got the news."

Yan Qing asked: "Is it true?"

"It's true. There are indeed two people in the East Village, who are called the second master and the fourth master. These two people plundered property in the East Village. Some old and young women and children dared not refuse because of their notoriety. Some young people Although the middle-aged man wanted to resist at first, he was taken out and taught a lesson by a few young and middle-aged men who were bought by them, so he didn't dare to make mistakes." Jiang Ying said: "Besides, I also found some other things ..."

Jiang Ying paused, and then said: "These two are Wen Zui's domestic slaves. They live in Liujia Village all year round. They are called rent collection, but they are actually in the name of enclosing land. If they take a fancy to someone's land, they will forcibly Buy it at a low price and use it as Wen Zui's private property."

As Jiang Ying said, she took out a few thin account books from her arms and handed them to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing carried Jiang Xiaohan's token with him, so he naturally had the right to mobilize his information, so Jiang Ying did not hesitate, and told all the news he inquired about.

Yan Qing took the book, and saw that there were really some money transactions in it, each pile was recorded crookedly, except for the first one which was half-stained by sewage, the rest were intact.He thought of the situation in Pingjiang City mentioned in Jiang Xiaohan's letter, and felt that these account books might be the key to what Jiang Xiaohan was looking for.

"Thank you." Yan Qing put away the account book.

Jiang Ying cupped his fists at him: "If there is nothing else to do, the subordinates will retreat first."

"...Wait." Yan Qing suddenly stopped him, and Jiang Ying looked up suspiciously, only to see Yan Qing pursed her lips, with a bit of unbearable expression in her eyes: "Is there a few people who died in Xicun today? people."

Perhaps because of her background, Jiang Ying knew the situation in the village well, so she immediately said, "Three or five."

Yan Qing sighed softly: "The rain has stopped left and right, let's light a few rows of lanterns in the village to mourn."

The souls of the dead have to go to Huangquan Road, and the road to Huangquan is empty and dark, so the living have to ring the bell and light the lamps to lead the souls of the dead back to the right path.It's a pity that Liujia Village can't stop the coffin, and can't hold funeral ceremonies, so they can only light a few lamps to express their hearts.

Jiang Ying led the order to go, and within a short while, lanterns were hung on the front and back streets centered on the clinic.

After Grain Rain, the sky slowly grows, and it is not completely dark until the second quarter of Xu Shi.

Yan Qing pressed the prescription written in the afternoon on the case, and put away the things in the clinic, and was thinking of going to the inner courtyard to pack up and rush back to the Shenwei camp outside the village, when he heard a neighing sound from outside .

The sound of horseshoes came from far to near, Yan Qingfu felt his heart, put down his things and walked out of the clinic.I saw dozens of lanterns connected together outside, illuminating a long road.

The horse chasing the wind day by day came stepping on the light, crushing the swaying candles all over the place, and galloped from outside the village in an instant, and was pulled to a halt by the reins, making a long neigh.

The young man in black clothes with arrow sleeves stood on the horse, his eyes were shining, and before he saw him, he smiled unconsciously.Fragments of galaxy candlelight fell into a pair of tender and tender peach blossom eyes, and the moonlight cast a long shadow behind him.

"Ah Ching."

Yan Qing heard the other party say.

He saw the young man jumping off the horse, with a long black sword hanging on his waist, and the silver arrow sleeves gleaming.The young man walked towards him with strides, the moonlight was left behind by his eager steps, and there were intoxicating smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

It was Jiang Xiaohan who came.