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

Chapter 290
At this time in the past, the queue was very long, and the line could go far to the horizon, and sometimes even had to make another bend back.But today, the team is at least a third shorter than before.

Su Qinghuan took a closer look and found that there were mostly old people, women and children, and young and middle-aged men.

Could it be that they all went to find work?
The sky is gloomy, and occasionally a few snowflakes fall slowly, falling on the neck, which is chilly.

Su Qinghuan sneezed, feeling even more wrong—this is a world of ice and snow, with heavy snow and light snow, where is there any work?
Before Bai Zhi came back, she walked towards Du Jing herself.

Du Jing saw her from afar, and Bai Zhi, who left talking to him, came up to meet her.

"Girl." He arched his hands and looked down at her skirt, which was embroidered with a circle of tiny blue flowers, very elegant.

Yesterday, his mother called him to go, saying that he had initially selected three wives for him.

Having not married for many years, my mother was overjoyed when she heard the news for the first time, so she was very kind to him and asked him for his opinion in a good voice.

Du Jingdao: "It is enough to be meek. I will fight everywhere in the future, and there must be someone beside my mother to do my filial piety."

When he said this, he had a calm expression, deep eyes, and no joy at all.

His mother only thought he was filial, and didn't notice his calm demeanor at all.

Su Qinghuan's words interrupted his thoughts: "General Du, why are there so many fewer victims?"

Pointing at the crowd, she quickly expressed her doubts in a low voice.

Du Jingdao: "I also noticed this. Someone asked about it. It was said that King Cheng was planning to build a Taoist temple in Beijing for the emperor, in order to celebrate the emperor's [-]th birthday next year."

Su Qinghuan snorted: "The Zhumen's wine and meat stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road."

There was a smile on the corner of Du Jing's mouth, and he said in a low voice: "Miss thinks about the good, and it can be regarded as solving the livelihood of the victims. After the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, they will have travel expenses to return home."

Su Qinghuan hummed: "It's a waste of money. Forget it, since you're here, you should remind Situ Qingzheng."

Du Jing cupped his hands: "Bai Zhi told me just now, I'll go right away. The girl has worked hard, go back and rest for a while."

Su Qinghuan thanked him, watched him walk away, got on the horse, smiled and said to Bai Zhi: "General Du is so kind and gentle, I don't know which girl is lucky to marry him."

Bai Zhi smiled and said nothing.

"Doctor Su, a child here has convulsions."

When Su Qinghuan heard the shout, she immediately became nervous and ran over quickly following the sound.

The five-year-old girl was convulsed by a high fever, her mother was in tears, and beside her was a five- or six-year-old boy, nervously clutching his mother's tattered skirt.

Su Qinghuan patted his head reassuringly, and said repeatedly: "Baizhi, carry her into the wooden house, and wash her with a basin of warm water. Mingzhu, write the prescription..."

The wooden house was temporarily built by Du Jing for Su Qinghuan to take a nap at noon, but now it has become a ward.

After working on this child, the meal time is over, and the free clinic is lined up again.

Su Qinghuan washed her hands, grabbed a steamed bun from Bai Su's meal in the wooden house, and looked through the ledger to count the remaining herbs while gnawing.

"Girl, this steamed stuffed bun is cold, I need to warm it up, or my stomach will hurt again." Bai Zhi said with distress.

There is no regularity in eating these days, and Su Qinghuan often suffers from stomach problems.

"It's okay." Su Qinghuan picked up a pen and circled on the ledger.

With the bun dipped in soy sauce in her left hand and the pen dipped in ink in her right hand to write, she quickly became confused and dipped the bun into the inkstone.

Bai Zhi stood by the side, quickly grabbed the bun and threw it aside, scolding: "Girl, I almost drank ink!"

Su Qinghuan laughed loudly, and picked up another bun casually.

At this time, the boy suddenly stepped forward, bent down to pick up the bun that Bai Zhi threw on the ground, and wanted to put it in his mouth.

Su Qinghuan hurriedly said: "That can't be eaten."

The mother who took care of his younger sister suddenly stepped forward and knocked down his steamed stuffed bun, slapped him hard on the face, and cursed, "Your eyelids are so shallow!"

She was flushed and emotional, as if she had been greatly insulted.

The boy howled.

Su Qinghuan was a little embarrassed.

Bai Zhi spoke quickly and said, "It's just a child, it's too much for you to beat and scold like this."

As she said that, without waiting for Su Qinghuan to say anything, she took a steamed bun and stuffed it into the boy, knelt down to wipe his tears for him, and coaxed: "Good boy, don't cry, sister will give you steamed buns. That one is dirty, we don't want it."

Su Qinghuan thought in her heart that it was going to be bad.

Sure enough, the boy didn't dare to take it away, he timidly raised half of his swollen face, and looked at his mother with fear and longing.

His mother became more emotional, and said: "Your father died, leaving us orphans and widows to depend on each other. Mother has always taught you not to be greedy, and you would rather starve to death than have integrity..."

Su Qinghuan looked at the boy's ignorant, aggrieved and frightened eyes, and sighed silently.

People in this era are different from the Three Views of the 21st century, such as Situ Qingzheng, or the mother in front of me.

She pulled Bai Zhi and said: "It must be that the child was sick and missed the meal, and the mistake was caused by hunger. In this way, you can help me clean this house, and this plate of steamed stuffed buns counts as a reward, how about it?"

Unexpectedly, the mother still refused and insisted on not wanting it.

"Why are you so clueless..." Bai Zhi wanted to quarrel with her.

Su Qinghuan pulled her out - they were just others, and the mother was the guardian of the boy. If she forced her to help, she might be doing something bad with good intentions.

Thinking about these two children, Su Qinghuan didn't forget to ask Bai Zhi to go back to visit when she was busy, and at night, she specially asked the porridge giver to give more porridge to the mother and child.

"Girl, you gave each patient two eggs, but she accepted them." On the carriage back, Bai Zhi said indignantly, "She disregarded her children for the sake of face, and she pissed me off."

"Forget it." Su Qinghuan rubbed her sore waist, "It's not entirely wrong for her to do this."

"Anyway... Hey, what's going on?"

The carriage stopped abruptly, Su Qinghuan fell forward, Bai Zhi sat on the side, with quick hands and eyes, hugged her tightly, and said angrily.

"Miss Bai, Jin Yiwei is on business." The coachman said sincerely and fearfully.

"It doesn't matter." Su Qinghuan hurriedly said, got up from Bai Su, opened the side curtain and looked out.

Flying fish suits, embroidered spring knives, all tall and mighty young men rode past the side of the carriage and headed towards the palace.

"It's still so late." Bai Zhi curled her lips, "I don't know who is going to be unlucky, these lackeys."

Su Qinghuan put down the curtain, and said flatly, "It's just a butcher's knife of the superior."

Wei Shen is sophisticated and tactful, and he wants to keep his face with all factions.However, is there such a good thing in the world?
Back in the mansion, the prince was waiting for her.

"Mom, I have something to tell you."

(End of this chapter)