Group pet small peasant girls: Escape the famine with the space of merit

Chapter 107

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"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry!" Nuan Nuan felt uncomfortable in his heart: "I'm the one who got you in trouble!"

If she didn't set up any food courts and didn't fight with Tian Ran, the village wouldn't have bandits again; or if she didn't underestimate the enemy and let people stare at Tian Pinggui, nothing would happen today...

"Don't cry..." Bai Muyang held her trembling fingers with icy cold hands, and said with all his might, "My life...was originally...you...saved it, just do your best..."

"Brother Bai, don't talk." Wen Nuan raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes indiscriminately: "I'll give you a needle now."

Perhaps it was because of venting, or because of Bai Muyang's comforting words, her hands no longer trembled.

After giving Bai Muyang the injection, taking a medicated bath, and putting him back on the bed warmly, he took out a machine from the space and did various checks on him. After finding out that he had suffered serious blood loss, he tested his blood type and then gave him an infusion. Three units of blood.

After doing this, warm thoughts entered the space, rummaged through the ancient medical books in the smart bookstore, and read them with full concentration.

But Zeng Bin and Wen's family who were waiting in the hall were fidgeting.

"I haven't come out for so long, will something happen?" Mrs. Wen asked anxiously.

Seeing Bai Muyang vomit a mouthful of blood with her own eyes, she couldn't feel at ease.

Zeng Bin also said with all his heart: "Wait a little longer."

"Yes, Nuan Nuan will definitely heal Mu Yang!" Wen Xingye is very confident in his daughter's medical skills.

"That's right, Mu Yang will be fine." Wen Xingzu and the others could only hope so.

An hour passed... an hour and a half passed... two hours passed...

Zeng Bin couldn't wait any longer!
"Let me ask!" Zeng Bin got up and walked outside Nuan Nuan's house, knocked on the door: "Nuan Nuan, how is Young Master Bai?"

Wen Nuan, who was looking at ancient medical books, withdrew his thoughts, opened the door and walked out.

"How is it?" Mr. Wen and others also surrounded him, looking nervously at the bloodshot eyes and messy hair.

"We have to continue to observe." Wen Nuan's voice was hoarse when he spoke.

As soon as she said this, Zeng Bin and the others' hearts sank.

It was the first time they heard such uncertain words from her mouth.

Luo Shi was worried about Bai Muyang and felt sorry for her daughter, so she quickly poured a glass of water over: "Drink some water first, are you hungry? What do you want to eat, mother will make it for you. We believe you will be able to cure Muyang, Don’t worry, you have to be careful not to get tired.”

Nuan Nuan squeezed out a smile: "Aniang, I know."

As soon as Wen Nuan looked up, he saw Da Lang, and thought of what he had told him: "Brother, what did Huang Ping say?"

Dalang hesitated to speak.

"Brother, just speak up."

"It's the quotation that the county magistrate personally gave to Tian Pinggui!" Da Lang said with restrained anger in his tone.

It is unheard of for a parent official to help a bandit with fake papers and murder the common people!

Wen Nuan's expression was very calm: "Brother, Master Zeng, tell the village head grandpa to lead the person and the false text directly to the prefect of Lianzhou City."

Zeng Bin looked angry: "That's exactly what I mean too!"

Luo cooked a bowl of minced meat porridge for her daughter. Nuan Nuan didn't have the slightest appetite, but in order not to worry the family, she brought the porridge into the house, saying that she was afraid that Bai Muyang's situation would change, so she had to watch it.

Bai Muyang slept for five days, and Wen Nuan checked him every day, soaked in medicinal baths, got needles, and gave him nutrient solutions, but his condition didn't improve.

The only good news is that the situation did not continue to deteriorate.

On the fourth day of Bai Muyang's coma, Da Lang took Qiao Wanyue over when he came back from Lianzhou City.

Qiao Wanyue burst into tears when she saw that she was lying on the kang and had lost a lot of weight, like a lifeless son.

"Aunt Qiao, I'm sorry, I couldn't wake up Brother Bai!" Wen Nuan held back tears and apologized to Qiao Wanyue: "I hurt Brother Bai..."

Qiao Wanyue shook her head: "It's none of your business, I've already guessed that such a day will come..."

She didn't know what her son was doing in private, but she knew that what he did was something that could cost his life at any time.

Every time her son traveled far away, she hoped that he would send a message back, but she was also afraid of receiving his message, because she didn't know when she would receive the news that her son had been killed.

Qiao Wanyue stayed with Bai Muyang in the room for half a day, then adjusted her mood, and held Nuan's hand tightly: "Xiao Nuan, I'll leave Muyang to you, no matter whether you can wake him up, Aunt Qiao won't let him wake up." Blame you."

Nuannuan nodded heavily.

Nuan Nuan stays by Bai Muyang's bed every day and reads ancient medical books with her thoughts, and finally she finds an acupuncture method that is likely to be effective for Bai Muyang's condition.

On this day, Nuan just changed Bai Muyang to a medicinal bath, and gave Bai Muyang an injection according to the method in ancient medical books, when he heard Liao Qingshui calling himself outside.

Wen Nuan put everything back into the space, took a look at Bai Muyang before walking out of the room.

"Nuannuan, it's not good, the county magistrate has brought people to collect the grain tax!"

The wheat in the village is already ripe, and the villagers have been busy harvesting wheat for the past two days. They did not expect Tian Ran to come to collect the grain tax at this time.

The old village chief was dealing with Tian Ran and Dai Yongfu in the wheat field: "My lord, the wheat has to be harvested and then dried."

Dai Yongfu knew how smart these refugees were, and listened to the old village head's perfunctory words. He didn't want to make any troubles, and put on a look of thinking for the folks in Xinqing'ao Village: "It doesn't matter, as long as one-third of the land is Er's wheat is harvested and handed over, we can take it back to the yamen to dry it ourselves, and save some trouble for the villagers, right?"

"Don't dare to bother Mr. Dai." A warm voice sounded behind everyone: "We dry our own wheat."

After Tian Ran saw the person coming, the flesh on his face trembled: "Warm, I am here to collect grain taxes, and you have to hand over two-thirds of the wheat in your fields, it is the government's wheat!"

"Master Tian, ​​please take a look at this item before we talk about it." Wen Nuan took out a document and asked Liao Qingshui to pass it to Dai Yongfu.

This document was brought back by the magistrate when Da Lang sent the bandits and fake papers to Lianzhou City a few days ago.

Dai Yongfu took the document suspiciously, looked down, and his face immediately changed color.

This document was actually issued by Qi Wenli, the magistrate of Lianzhou, more than half a year ago, when these refugees first arrived in this place to open up wasteland. It has the official seals of Qi Wenli and Cheng Xianzhong.

At that time, Tian Ran was not the parent officer of Anping County!
Facing Dai Yongfu's expression, Tian Ran had a bad feeling: "Mr. Dai, what's going on?"

Dai Yongfu sent the documents to Tian Ran with an ugly face.

Tian Ran looked at it, tore up the document without even thinking about it, and shouted angrily: "Now I am the county magistrate of Anping County, and this document is not counted! You have to pay the grain tax today, if you don't pay it You have to pay too!"

He endured it for so long, just for today.

Tell him now that he has no right to collect food taxes from these refugees?
What about playing him? !

(End of this chapter)