Beauty is too weak to be bullied

Shanzhou has a dangerous terrain and is known as "Two Capitals with the Belt".

But in Du Qingtan's eyes, these are not important!
What is important is the basic necessities of life of the whole family, as well as her one-acre sub-divided land - Longhua Temple Sick Ward.

After all, it was built by the people, relying entirely on monks' alms for alms, and the funds were very limited, so the conditions of the built sickhouses were very poor.

Most of the houses in the ward are grass and wood structures, with paper everywhere, which is slightly better, and the worst is even just a straw shed, which is ventilated on all sides.

Seeing that the cold winter is approaching and the cold wind blows, I don't know how many patients will suffer. Some people may not be able to survive this winter.

Du Qingtan watched and couldn't help but sigh.

When she first came here, she felt that she had already had a miserable life in Du's house. Looking at it now, she was really grateful.

Master Hongyuan opened his compassionate eyes and looked at her expectantly: "How much money did Du Siyao bring?"

Du Qingtan was silent for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "I just came to see the situation first."

Master Hongyuan understood, it meant that he didn't bring any money.

He was not discouraged because of this, but was in high spirits. He led Du Qingtan all the way in and introduced him all the way.

"Si Yao, please look at that woman. She was originally from a wealthy family, her husband and wife are loving, and her children are married to each other.

Her husband went to sea to sell goods, but there was no news, her children fell ill and both died young, and she herself suffered from a heart disease and went crazy.

Not to mention that all her family assets were gone, she herself was reduced to the street, with little clothing and no food to eat. She was often bullied by bullies and did unbearable things.

The old monk felt sorry for him, and took him back to the sickroom to raise him. She was also grateful. When he was in good condition, he helped with the work, and in bad condition, he was tied up in advance.

If the medicine can be supplied for a long time, she can live like a human being, but the medicine to treat her disease is expensive, and the middle-class family will be dragged down, so what about the hospital..."

When Master Hongyuan introduced, the woman who was washing clothes for other patients seemed to have sensed it, looked up at Du Qingtan, and smiled friendly.

Du Qingtan responded with a smile, and followed Master Hongyuan to continue walking inside.

On the not-so-spacious and flat open space, twenty or thirty children gathered together to gather herbs.

The older ones are in their teens, and the younger ones are three or four years old. There are men and women, some with normal appearance and limbs, and some with disabilities and disfigurements.

"Mage is good! Medicine is good!"

The children saluted and greeted in unison, and then continued to work quietly. Even the youngest child did not cry or be lazy.

"Please look at the medicine department, these children are either seriously ill and abandoned by their families, or their parents died and fell ill again.

The old monk took them into the ward to take care of their health, or they could be adopted, or they could work to support themselves.

Some children are grateful, even when they grow up, they don't abandon this place. They often come back with food and money to help support the rest of the children. "

"There are also those elderly patients who are widowed or lonely, or are abandoned by their children due to illness, and are just waiting to die on the street. The old monk couldn't bear it and brought them back.

Even if the disease can't be cured, at least he can die better, and he can be buried in time, so that he can reach the Paradise of Paradise early. "

As Master Hongyuan was walking, he stopped suddenly and pointed to a high wall in front of him: "Here, you don't have to go in here."…

Du Qingtan frowned: "Why?"

Master Hongyuan looked dignified: "This is the gathering place for the lunatics."

Du Qingtan understood that it was the place where leprosy patients were concentrated and isolated.

This disease is equivalent to the existence of the plague, and there is no way to cure it. Many leprosy patients often choose to commit suicide because they cannot bear the discrimination and physical and psychological pain.

The part of the people who survived also lived a miserable and difficult life.

Seeing a hole in the courtyard door, she stepped forward and looked in through the hole.

But the small courtyard was crowded with people, many of them had horrible faces, festered and deformed facial features, and disabled limbs.

Hearing the movement, these people huddled together in panic, not daring to let her see.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful..." Master Hongyuan recited a scripture in a low voice, and said, "Du Siyao, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's talk first."

Du Qingtan asked: "I don't know how much money is needed to build this place like this?"

A strong light burst out from Master Hongyuan's eyes, and almost immediately, the old monk with white beard and hair took out the list from his sleeve.

"Please look at the medicine department, but all the utensils, medicinal materials, money and food that are urgently needed are inside."

Du Qingtan took it and looked it over quickly, and said: "I still need to check it one by one several times before I can report it in detail. I hope the mage will not rush to rush."

Master Hongyuan is in a hurry, one extra day is just a few expenses, and some patients may die due to lack of medicinal materials, money and food.

But for this kind of thing, it is really impossible for the Queen to allocate all the money with just a list.

Du Qingtan returned to the temporary residence, but Dugu Buqiu hadn't come back yet, so she asked for bath water, washed herself clean, changed her clothes, and ordered a bowl of noodles for herself and Hongye.

Not long after eating, Dugu Buqiu and Luo Ye, who went out to explore the house, came back.

Dugu trembled exaggeratedly, and wanted to tuck his hands into her collar: "Hurry up, hurry up, my husband is freezing, warm my hands."

After being dodged by Du Qingtan, he hugged her shoulders and rested his chin on her shoulders: "What are you writing?"

Du Qingtan asked him to look at it: "It's about the ward. Many patients are miserable and unsustainable. There are also crazy patients, which also cost money.

I thought about it, not just asking for money and things. If this year is allocated, it may not be allocated next year. If it is not allocated, it will be over.

You must think of a way to make money and be self-reliant.In this way, even if the top does not give money, at least the most basic operations can be maintained. "

Dugu Buqiu said: "It's simple, the army guards the border, there will be military fields, farming in leisure time, and serving as soldiers in wartime, it is very cheap to use military fields to support the army.

You can also use the same method in this hospital, imploring the sage to give money, medicine, and things at the same time, and at the same time to give the field, won’t it be over? "

Du Qingtan slapped him hard: "Besides fighting, you are still useful."

Dugu Buqiu was pissed off by her: "What do you mean I'm useful apart from fighting? Don't you often say I'm useful at night?"

His voice was a bit loud, so scared that Du Qingtan quickly blocked his mouth: "Hush your voice! You are shameless, I want more!"

Dugu said without hesitation: "I'm angry, you must apologize to me, otherwise I won't eat dinner."

She's so scared, it's not that she's hungry!Du Qingtan smiled and continued to work.

Dugu, who was ignored, approached reluctantly, and then became complacent: "You don't just want to do this, do you? Then you have to ask me again."