Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 713
If Er Shuanzi knew that the current empress called him elder brother, he would be so frightened that he would lose his breath.

"There is only hot water in the house."

People often passed by begging for saliva, but Er Shuanzi didn't say anything, maybe the husband and wife were in a hurry and didn't have time to go to the teahouse.

Turning around and going in to bring two bowls of water, Wan Cheng Yuling looked indifferent, and frowned imperceptibly when she saw a chipped porcelain bowl.

He glanced at Mo Yan with disapproval in his eyes.

Mo Yan chuckled, shook his hand, and promised before going out that she would not eat outside, including drinking water of course.

Toner and Mo Zi followed not far from the two of them, carrying food boxes, refreshments, and hot water in their hands to meet Mo Yan's needs at any time.

"This old man's grandson is sick?"

Seeing that the person called Uncle Yang frowned, it must be that his grandson's illness was not cured.

In the pharmacy of the Kyoto Medical Center, the habit of delaying treatment is that you can recover in five days, but you will never be cured in three days. The purpose is to earn two more days of black-hearted money.

This kind of thing is almost well-known in the industry, and it is nothing at all, but it is undoubtedly a lot of burden for the poor.

"Is it okay, ma'am, do you know medical skills?"

Uncle Yang was carrying rice noodles in his hand, his face turned red, and he wanted to speak, but the other party had no relationship or reason with him, why should he help him?
Besides, he didn't have any extra money to buy medicine for his grandson, so he might have to borrow it.

A heavy snowstorm caused a lot of losses to the whole street. It was the Chinese New Year and the family didn't have any money. Even if he put on his old face, he didn't know how to speak.

"Well, if it's a common illness, I've brought pills with me."

Mo Yan smiled slightly, and her ordinary face suddenly became vivid. She had a pair of beautiful eyes, and the sincerity in her eyes moved Uncle Yang very much.

Unexpectedly, when I came out to borrow rice and noodles, I could also meet a good person who gave charcoal in a timely manner.

Er Shuanzi followed behind, and they all went to Uncle Yang's house together.

Uncle Yang’s house was in a back street, the door panel was broken, the wood on it was rotten, and the Korean paper was torn in several places. From the yard, the house looked like a black hole.

"Uncle Yang, the roof of your house has collapsed so badly, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Er Shuanzi frowned, with a rigid face, and looked around the surrounding environment, "I still have two new bundles of straw at home, I'll bring them to you."

"Neighbors in the neighborhood, everyone is busy repairing the house, and I can still move my old arms and legs."

Uncle Yang touched his nose and invited Mo Yan and Wan Qi Yuling to enter the house.

This house is really poor and white, the kitchen is at the door, separated by a patched curtain, it is gray and the original color cannot be seen, and the inner room is inside.

A little baby with a flushed face was lying on the bed, exhaling hot air.

"Fortunately, it's just a cold."

The temperature in the inner room is even colder, and the cracks in the walls are full of wind. This house cannot be lived in, otherwise the temperature is low at night, and the baby will be exposed to the wind again.

The high fever has not subsided. If the fever cannot be reduced in time and the fever develops pneumonia, it may be difficult to cure with the current medical books.

"Uncle Yang, why don't you take your grandson to my house to stay overnight."

Er Shuanzi quickly entered the door with straws in his arms. It would take a few days to repair this dilapidated house. He was worried that it would snow again.

"How can it be done? Your house only has one room, and you still have to live in your wife and baby."

Yang Bo waved his hands again and again, he didn't want to trouble Er Shuanzi, since everyone is in danger now, he was already very grateful to borrow a bag of rice.

"Let my daughter-in-law take the baby back to her mother's house for two days, the house over there should be fine."

The two chatted occasionally, letting Mo Yan know the situation nearby.

When the incident happened suddenly, Zhang Ju took the officials from the yamen to another street for emergency treatment. It was estimated that there would be officials and people from rich families coming to give porridge later.

The conditions in the slums are too bad, and it is a question of whether they can survive tonight. Mo Yan has to think of a way so that no one will be frozen to death.

Along the way, she heard some rumors, and Mo Yan was quite indignant at the thoughtful people who pushed everything on the emperor uncle.

Wanqi Yuling was different, her expression was always calm.

Uncle Yang's little grandson is fine, but he can't stay in this shabby house anymore, Mo Yan suggested to have a rest at Er Shuanzi's house.

"To trouble you again."

Uncle Yang was very embarrassed about this, and he had to cook some rice porridge for his grandson soon at noon.Every household is short of firewood, so he can no longer take advantage of Er Shuanzi.

"Uncle Yang, what kind words are you talking about? They all live in the neighbors' houses, and it is only right to help anyone in need."

Er Shuanzi is a man of righteousness, Mo Yan thinks that this man has a good temperament, and what is rare is that he can take the initiative to help people without relatives and no reason even when he is not rich.

Mo Yan fed Xiaowa a pill, and after taking it, Xiaowa's fever subsided in half an hour, Uncle Yang thanked him a lot, knelt down and kowtowed, but she stopped him.

"This is the case in every household, what can you do?"

Mo Yan chatted with everyone, and said, "To be honest, my husband and I want to pray for the unborn baby, and originally thought of going to the temple to donate money for sesame oil."

Instead of donating silver to the Buddha, it is better to do something real, Mo Yan expressed this meaning in his words.

There are quite a few people in the north of the city who were affected by the disaster. Mo Yan wanted to do good deeds, but he didn't intend to help them from the beginning to the end. If they built houses for these people, it would be inevitable to develop their mentality of getting something for nothing.

Poverty is not terrible, what is afraid of is taking other people's charity for oneself as a matter of course.

But if houses are not built, where will these people live?Maybe I can't survive this winter.

"Two kind-hearted people, in fact, we only need some straw and charcoal fire."

The house is covered with thick straw and pressed with bricks, and it can barely survive. As long as there is no such a heavy snowfall, the winter can be passed safely.

This year's winter was suddenly cold, and Uncle Yang had lived in his 50s, and he had only encountered such weather twice. The previous time, a snowstorm occurred in Kyoto, and the court's handling was delayed, causing many people to freeze to death.

What Uncle Yang said should be a disaster more than 30 years ago. According to historical records, Jing Zhaoyin did not act back then, fearing that he would lose his black hat, and deliberately concealed the truth.

In the end, many people froze to death in Kyoto, and mourning was held every few days. The officials found out about this on the way to the morning court and rushed to report, but at that time, the disaster was beyond control.

The emperor was furious, and immediately threw Jing Zhaoyin into the prison, and sent officials from the household department to provide relief. The capital was covered by heavy snow, and many houses collapsed.

"The heavy snow that time was more than one meter deep. Walking in the snow, you can only expose your shoulders."

Uncle Yang recalled that the court sent people to arrange porridge sheds, but it was difficult for the common people to go to the porridge place, and those who were far away had to give up.

In the suburbs around Kyoto, there is no shortage of firewood. There are woodcutters who make a living by cutting firewood to lead the way, and transporting firewood has become a difficulty.

(End of this chapter)