Divine Doctor and Farmer's Girl: Buy a husband to farm

Chapter 285
Imperial Physician Xue looked up at Su Qinghuan, saw regret in her black and white eyes, and waved his hands weakly: "You don't understand. But you and Qin Fang, it's very good."

Don't repeat the complicated love-hate entanglements of your parents again.

"Yes, we're fine." Su Qinghuan said, "Because I won't invest in someone who doesn't love me with feelings that will never be reciprocated."

Imperial Physician Xue didn't speak any more, his eyes hurt.

Su Qinghuan burst into tears: "Master, you have loved her for most of your life, do you want to waste the rest of your life?"

"How can it be a waste to love her?" Imperial Physician Xue murmured, leaning his head back on the chair weakly, "Qing Huan, is there a way for me to meet her? I don't need to talk to her, just go far away." Just take a look at her and know that she is doing well."

"I can't, I have no connection with her; and even if I could, I wouldn't do such a thing."

Su Qinghuan wiped away tears, forced back the remaining tears, looked at him and paused every word: "You and Mother Mu are right or wrong, but she is my dearest person, I can't hurt her."

Imperial Physician Xue let out a long sigh, his lips trembled, and his slightly drooping eyes revealed an unconcealable disappointment.

"I really just want to see her..."

"It's getting late, let me cook you something." Su Qinghuan swallowed all her heartache and said.

When we left, it was already late, and the carriage was rattling along in the howling wind and snow.

"Bai Su, hire a cook tomorrow, and hire a family who can watch the door and clean the house to take care of the master." Su Qinghuan said absently.

Seeing her distraught appearance, Bai Zhi knew that she was sad, and said cautiously: "Girl, Sister Bai Su has already set off. Tomorrow, I will find Ren Yazi to settle this matter."

"Hmm." Su Qinghuan closed her eyes, leaned against the side wall of the carriage, and muttered, "With such a heavy snowstorm, many people probably won't be able to survive tonight."

Bai Zhi said: "My servant heard that Wei Shen didn't know how to persuade the emperor to take out the money that he planned to build a Taoist temple to relieve the disaster. Many people have been resettled to the homes of ordinary people in the suburbs of Beijing..."

Su Qinghuan let out a long sigh of relief: "If you can save one, it counts as one. Wei Shen's heart is still hot."

The next day, the wind and snow still did not stop, Su Qinghuan took Bai Zhi to the porridge shed with the banner of "Qin Family Army".

The soldiers brought by Du Jing stood next to the porridge shed with knives, all of them looked serious, their eyes were awe-inspiring, and they were full of awe.

Under this kind of deterrence, the victims lined up in an orderly manner with bowls in their hands. Although they were anxious, no one dared to make any noise.

There are also other porridge sheds next to the Qin Family Army's porridge shed, but the length of the team is completely incomparable with this side.

Seeing Su Qinghuan approaching, Du Jing hurriedly stepped forward to greet her. His tall figure stood behind her, covering many curious eyes.

"General Du, why are there so many people here?"

Du Jingdao: "Girl, although they are all serving porridge, our porridge comes according to the rules of the previous dynasty when the upright officials gave disaster relief, and the chopsticks must not fall when inserted..."

Su Qinghuan understood, and walked forward and said: "It's good to do this. It costs more money, but since doing good deeds, at least the people who drink the porridge must be able to maintain their physical strength to survive. Thin soup and little water, in this world of ice and snow Can't take it."

She walked to a porridge shed, saw the brown rice rolling in the pot, giving off a warm and fragrant smell, and nodded in relief—for the victims, this is life.

"General Du," Su Qinghuan suddenly changed the subject, pointing to a few people in the team, "Look, along the way, I've seen quite a few decent people with thick clothes like this. These aren't disaster victims, are they?"

Du Jing clasped his hands and said, "Young girl's eyes are bright. Because our porridge is so good, some people in the suburbs of Beijing want to take advantage of it. I even caught a big family sending their long-term workers to line up to get the porridge over and over again yesterday. Although it is also killing chickens to scare monkeys, it seems to be effective. generally."

Su Qinghuan was angry in her heart, with a sharp look on her face: "They think they are just greedy for petty gain, but they don't know that some people who need this for a living may not get enough food to survive! This is an indirect killing of human life!"

"I'll send someone to investigate immediately to find out such a person!"

"Forget it," Su Qinghuan waved his hand, "Don't embarrass your subordinates, how can you check them one by one?"

"Then..." Du Jing was in a dilemma.

Su Qinghuan lowered her eyebrows and seemed to mutter to herself: "I didn't want to do this, but in order to save my life, I can only do this...Du Jing, pass on the order that only two porridge sheds will be left to supply normal porridge for the sick. In the other porridge sheds, people grab two handfuls of sand and mix it into each pot of porridge!"

Those who really depend on this porridge to save their lives will not care about this sand.

Du Jing reacted for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands and said sincerely: "Miss is a good plan."

Su Qinghuan's face was hot: "I read it in the book, so I plagiarized it."

Du Jing only regarded her as self-effacing. If such a story really existed, it would be unreasonable for him not to have read it.

Imperial Physician Xue still had a great reputation in the capital, and more than a dozen doctors who were willing to participate in the free clinic arrived soon.

Su Qinghuan made people take good care of her, and she was also responsible for sitting in one place.

Du Jing insisted that she see patients among women and children, but Su Qinghuan did not object.

Mingzhu came to help, for a while in the porridge shed to help with the porridge, and for a while to Su Qinghuan's to help write prescriptions.

Looking at those women in ragged clothes, with shrinking eyes but revealing a strong desire to survive, and the children in their arms, Mingzhu was deeply shocked.

She didn't expect that someone lived such a miserable life, with a yellow and emaciated face, no food to eat, and no clothes to cover their bodies.

Only after seeing the scenes in reality can we realize how pale the language describing the famine in the book is.

At first she couldn't help crying, but later on, she might have become numb, following Su Qinghuan's mouth one by one drug name and dosage, writing like flying, even though her hands were red and swollen from the cold, she didn't seem to notice it.

Every day it would be at dusk when Mingzhu and Su Qinghuan sat in the carriage, looked at her exhausted appearance, and sighed: "Our strength is too weak."

Su Qinghuan spoke, her voice so hoarse that she almost lost her voice: "But there is always something to do. Not to save others, but also to live with my own conscience."

Moreover, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.If possible, she is willing to give all the merits to Lu Qi to offset his crime of killing.

Leaning against the side wall of the carriage, he was too tired to make a sound, but his mind was full of Lu Qi.

In his dream last night, he said to himself, Yo Yo, I miss you...

……

She closed her eyes and fell asleep with a smile on her face...

(End of this chapter)