Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 55

Seeing that it was almost noon, the disaster relief carriage finally left Bianzhou City.

The sun was hot in the sky, and the soldiers riding horses outside the window were sweating profusely and their faces were flushed from the sun. Everyone still gritted their teeth and marched forward, and no one complained.

The speed of the carriage was not fast, and even if the windows were opened, the cool breeze could not come in, and the air was hot.There were only Mo Yan and mother-in-law Lu Shi in the car, they drank herbal tea cup by cup, and occasionally went to the bathroom next to them to put on a veil and wipe their faces, just like that, dripping sweat continuously.

Mo Yan felt as if she wanted to cry. She really couldn't have too much hope for the long journey. The bumpy journey alone was enough. There was no air conditioner, fan, or ice basin, so she could only rely on drinking herbal tea to prevent heatstroke and cool down.

If you drink too much tea, you can only go to the toilet diligently. If you don’t drink water, your mouth will be dry, your throat will smoke, you will sweat, you will change your clothes, your body will still feel sticky, and you will feel uncomfortable sitting .

"Mom, do we have to go for another month?"

Seeing that Mrs. Lu did not complain, Mo Yan was sitting in a corner of the carriage in hot weather, embroidering a beautiful crabapple flower with her needle and thread in her hands.

"This speed, more than 20 days."

Mrs. Lu pinned the needle and thread to the handkerchief, and looked up at Mo Yan. Her daughter had never suffered. Before going out, she had said that the long journey would not be too comfortable, but seeing her daughter in high spirits, she couldn't help but sigh. The words on the side are only half spoken.

"Then when we come back, will the weather be cooler?"

It's the end of June now, and it will be September of the lunar calendar at the earliest when I come back. It won't be the same as now. When I take a breath of air, I feel my throat is burning.

"It was much better then."

Lu Shi nodded and comforted Mo Yan, she continued to embroider with her head down, and later in the evening, she asked Mo Li to cut the handkerchief into a round fan, which can be used to fan the wind on the road.

Her mother couldn't be distracted, so Mo Yan closed her mouth. She opened the curtains and looked outside. Just as she poked her head out, the carriage stopped.It turned out that there was a small river not far ahead, and everyone wanted to go there to store water and eat some dry food to satisfy their hunger. They might not be able to reach the post station tonight, and they might spend time in the wilderness.

It was a rare time to let the wind go, Mo Xiang came over to help his young lady get off the carriage, and the two quickly set off to the small river ahead, the river water was cool and thorough, and they wore a veil to wash their face well to relieve the heat.

"Miss, you said that the method of sticking ginger to the navel really works, and the slaves don't suffer from carriage sickness anymore."

Mo Xiang pulled her own lady, with an excited expression on her face, gossip radiated from her pretty face, and she said mysteriously, "Madam doesn't know about you and the prince, does she? I really can't open my mouth."

"What's the matter with him?"

Mo Yan flicked the handkerchief, stopped immediately, and turned her head to look at Mo Xiang strangely. In the past, this maid was clever, clever, and quick to handle. Wang is a bit of a secret.

"This one……"

Mo Xiang saw that her young lady's eyes were clear, not as foggy as usual, as if she could see through people, she blushed, and said in a low voice, "I just think this is a good opportunity, miss, the rumors in the capital put you and General Yuan Xiao is bound together, now that General Yuan Xiao and Miss Lin are engaged, those people still don't know how to joke around."

Mo Yan squatted down, washed her face with water in both hands, the river water was cool and sweet, and made people feel that every pore of her body was relaxed. If there were not many soldiers guarding in the distance, she really wanted to take off her shoes and step on the water. Here, walk around.

"You mean, let me rely on King Nanping?"

Mo Yan's face is full of shame, she once thought so, the most beautiful man in Kyoto, the emperor's uncle who is less than one man and more than ten thousand people, the guardian god in the hearts of the people, and all kinds of halos are added to him, he is indeed dazzling enough, and that man Ice-cold, I heard that there is no confidante around her, and she is the best husband-in-law candidate in the hearts of the ladies in Kyoto.

Looking at it now, halos and risks coexist, just leaving Kyoto, the first night was a mess, will there be a good life in the future?Maybe at some point, she will become a poor scapegoat. Besides, she is only twelve, so she is not in a hurry to get married.

"Rely on..."

Mo Xiang kicked the pebbles on the bank with her toes. She really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. The word "Miss" is too sharp, and hits the nail on the head. If we don't do this, how could the two have an intersection?
In the distance, a lot of ragged refugees came mightily, the old ones couldn't walk, they leaned on the branches, the old people with gray hair and wrinkled faces, and the children who were waiting to be fed in the arms of their mothers. A group of people wore The color of his clothes could no longer be seen, the patches were piled on top of each other, and he was carrying a few torn sacks on his back, which should belong to a group of people.

"It's not easy for farmers these days."

Mo Yan sighed, she was the most shameful person, especially those who were simple and honest, but in this year, the peasant households depended on the sky for food, and the flood in the south flooded the fields and villages, these poor people had to stay away from their homeland, while begging While surviving, it's no wonder that my father hated those corrupt officials. All the relief food and grass from the imperial court went into their stomachs, but they couldn't feed them anyway.

"That's right, when I was a child, the village had a plague of locusts, so I wandered to the capital with my parents."

At that time, Mo Xiang was really too young, and her memory was a little fuzzy, but she still remembered the days of starvation when she was a child, and the feeling was uncomfortable.

In the refugee team in the distance, suddenly an old man leaning on a tree fell down, followed by earth-shattering crying, the voice was filled with incomparable sadness and despair. I can't help but feel sour.

What farmers want is not money, but land, which is the guarantee for their survival. From the south to the vicinity of Kyoto, even if they can survive, they will be like rootless duckweed.

Mo Yan was a little sad, but she still didn't mind her own business, and took Mo Xiang to the last carriage, with her mother, Mrs. Lu, and it was not her turn to show up. She didn't want to cause trouble for everyone because of her impulsiveness.

The refugees were on the official road, and they had already blocked the way for everyone to move forward. Li De got the instructions and immediately went up to ask about the situation. He learned that an old man from a family of six or seven fingers was gone. The old man had been begging along the way and divided the food he got For the children and grandchildren, and insisted on traveling together, so as not to drag the family, I couldn't bear it and fell down.

The son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren in the family are crying and howling. It is hot and no one can take the corpse on the road. They can only choose a nearby place with beautiful mountains and rivers to dig a grave so that the old man can walk in peace.

Everyone wanted to hurry to distribute food and grass. If there was a delay, there might be more innocent people who would not be able to persist, so Wan Qi Yuling took the overall situation into consideration and asked Li De to help distribute a few bags of food to the group. With a wave of his hand, he continued on OK.

Mo Yan lay on the window of the car, looking at everyone's numb faces. Among them are men in their prime, who are good laborers. If they don't rush to the capital in such a hurry, will there be another way out?

(End of this chapter)