Xiao Qinghuan

Although Jiang Xiaohan was a little tired in the past few days, but due to years of habit, when he opened his eyes, the sky was just dawn.

Now that he woke up, he didn't like to stay in bed any longer, he got up and washed himself, and saw that the west wing room was quiet, guessing that Yan Qing hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't bother, he just wanted to go out first, get familiar with Let's look at the situation.

When Jiang Xiaohan was in Pingjiang City, he had to receive news from Liujia Village every day, Xie Jue's, Jiang Ying's, and Yan Qing's.The three of them are in charge of different fields, so the focus of the letters is also different, but Jiang Xiaohan looks at these three news every day, but he knows the news about Liujiacun.

But he didn't expect that it was much worse than he imagined.

Liujia Village was not originally considered wealthy. Except for the original village chief’s house where Zhuang Yi lives and the refurbished clinic, most of them are just hastily built tile-roofed houses, and some have lived for several generations with dilapidated roofs. Under the tiles, hay had to be pressed to barely shelter from the wind and rain, and traces of second repairs with yellow mud after the walls were cracked can be seen everywhere.

As a result, after the flood, most of the houses in Liujia Village could no longer be used for living. In addition, the village was originally built too close to the river bank. As long as the water rises, the already precarious thatched houses are at risk of collapsing again at any time.

The epidemic has killed many people, and the remaining population of Liujia Village will only be two-thirds of the original population, not to mention the people who have not been infected.

Jiang Xiaohan sighed, and thought that the only advantage might be that Liujia Village is located in a remote location, surrounded by mountains and forests, and the epidemic has not yet been brought to more densely populated places.

Contrary to what Yan Qing thought, in addition to worrying about the patients in hand, Jiang Xiaohan also had to worry about the safety of the surrounding counties and even Pingjiang Mansion.Since he knew about the plague, he had tried his best to control the population of Liujia Village within the village. Except for a few patients who he ordered to go to Pingjiang to appeal for grievances, no one from Liujia Village had left the village in the past few dozen days.

By the time he left Pingjiang, no sick person had been found in the city, and the original prevention and treatment had come to an end, and the panic voices among the people were much quieter.

This is probably a blessing in misfortune.

At the first moment of Maoshi, the village gradually became a little angry.People in the East Village will come out to wash and tidy up, and patients in the West Village will also take advantage of the rare sunny weather to come out to shake their bedding, or simply move a bench and sit in the courtyard for a while to see the bright sky outside.

Although the officials donate some porridge and rice every day, there are also rich people who are impatient to grab the bland porridge, and will cook some meals on fire.

Although the West Village has been enclosed into a compound, the East Village is still dominated by the original tile-roofed houses. Except for some villagers who originally lived in the West Village and moved to live with others, most of them live in their own homes.

Jiang Xiaohan first went to inspect the embankment, the breach had been repaired by the Shenwei Battalion, Jiang Xiaohan only took a cursory look, then turned back to the village.

When he came back, Jiang Ying came to West Village to deliver medicine. The other party was carrying a food box shelf in one hand and a large tray with several empty porcelain bowls on top of it.

Jiang Xiaohan came here overnight on a whim, so Jiang Ying was startled when he saw him.

"Young Master." Jiang Ying was stunned for a moment, then recovered and bowed slightly: "Why are you here?"

"After dealing with the matter of Pingjiang, it's time to come." Jiang Xiaohan said.

Jiang Ying never asked about Jiang Xiaohan's decision. Most of the time, he just regarded himself as a sword in Jiang Xiaohan's hand, so asking such a question would be overwhelming.

There was a faint cry coming from the courtyard not far away, Jiang Xiaohan subconsciously raised his steps and wanted to go to the courtyard, but was stopped by Jiang Ying.

"It's full of sick people, you don't need to go inside."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded dispensably, and asked, "Who is crying inside?"

"Maybe someone died again." Jiang Ying's face was expressionless, as if what he was talking about was not a human life, but a cloud of floating dust: "The dead cannot be buried, so the relatives cry more miserable."

"Buried?" Jiang Xiaohan laughed mockingly: "After a hundred years, there will only be a few dead bones. It's no use whether they are buried or not."

Before the words were finished, the gate of the courtyard was opened, and several men inside covered their mouths and noses with white gauze, frowning, and lifted a man out with the door panel.

It was a lean man, who looked like he was in his prime, but unfortunately he was tortured by the disease and became emaciated. The exposed backs of his hands and the wounds on his calves turned white and gave off a strong rotten smell.

Jiang Ying protected Jiang Xiaohan and took a step back. A little girl who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old was chased out of the courtyard, crying and hugging the doorpost and looking at the dead man, calling her brother incessantly.

Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Liujia Village is not too big, but it is not too small either. After going around like this, the sky is already bright.

When Jiang Xiaohan returned to the clinic, it was just Chenshi.

The boy who helped Yan Qing the day before was already waiting at the door of the clinic. He had obviously never seen Jiang Xiaohan before. He held his sister's hand tightly and stood up from the threshold.

Perhaps it was Yan Qing's assurance the day before that gave him some confidence as "one of his own". The boy looked at Jiang Xiaohan's clothes and asked tentatively, "Are you looking for Mr. Yan?"

Jiang Xiaohan paused, as if he just saw these two little Doudings standing by the door.Before Jiang Xiaohan could speak, Jiang Ying lowered his head and glanced at the two of them. He is a martial arts practitioner, and he has been immersed in killing and hunting all year round. squeak.

"Jiang Ying." Jiang Xiaohan didn't care, he waved his hand: "You go first."

The boy's eyes scanned Jiang Xiaohan's body cautiously, and when he saw him looking at him with a half-smile, he immediately lowered his head like a frightened rabbit.

I don't know why, although this person looks more kind-hearted than the cold-faced Mr. Yan, but he always has a feeling of numbness in his back.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Xiaohan's voice is nice, but he doesn't speak as decisively as Yan Qing, and most of the time he will elongate the end of the sound slightly, showing a sense of carelessness and laziness.

"I..." The boy swallowed, feeling that he couldn't embarrass Yan Qing, so he straightened his back again: "Mr. Yan asked me to help him."

"Just you?" Jiang Xiaohan was amused by him: "When he wakes up later, I'd like to ask him, what can you do for a little bean?"

Before the boy could argue, Jiang Ying, who had put down his things in the house, had already returned: "It's strange, why hasn't Mr. Yan got up today."

"I arrived late last night, and he stayed with me for half the night." Jiang Xiaohan said nonchalantly, "Maybe I'm tired, it's better to sleep more."

"No!" The boy on the side said firmly: "Mr. Yan never gets up more than Chen Shi."

Jiang Xiaohan frowned, and followed the sound to look at him.The boy seemed to refute Jiang Xiaohan's contemptuous assertion just now, looked straight at him without fear, and said loudly: "Mr. Yan never sleeps in the village, no matter how late he left the day before, at three o'clock the next day The clinic will be opened on time every moment, so it is absolutely impossible to sleep until now and still not get up."

The young boy said Wuxin, but Jiang Xiaohan's heart skipped a beat.

An inexplicable anxiety suddenly filled his heart, Jiang Xiaohan suddenly turned around with a wooden face, pushed Jiang Ying away and walked into the back hall.

The boy was a little complacent, feeling that Jiang Xiaohan was an adult, perhaps he lost face by being speechless by a child, so he left in a hurry.However, Jiang Ying's intuition was wrong, and she quickly turned around and followed Jiang Xiaohan's footsteps.

Now even the boy felt something was wrong.

It was only a dozen or so steps from the gate of the clinic to the backyard, but Jiang Xiaohan almost ran. He stood at the door of the west wing, and instead of rushing into the room, he forced himself to hold himself back and knocked on the door.

"Ah Qing?" Jiang Xiaohan called out in a low voice, "Have you got up yet?"

The room was silent.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't take his steps lightly all the way here, Yan Qing had deep internal energy and light sleep, even if he was really exhausted the night before, he should have heard it by now.

Jiang Xiaohan paused for a while and didn't wait for a response. He was anxious and slapped the door with his palm.

The fragile wooden door made a muffled creak, and the inner door bolt broke from it and fell to the ground. Jiang Xiaohan had no time to look at him, and stepped into the door.

The west wing room had been resettled by Zhuang Yi long before they came, a slightly old screen was placed on the left hand side of the entrance, and a canopy bed was placed against the wall inside.

Jiang Xiaohan hurriedly walked around the screen, only to see Yan Qing lying on the bed in a deep sleep, his brows were tightly knit, and his face was flushed unnaturally.Jiang Xiaohan stuck it with the back of his hand, only to realize that his body was extremely hot.

The uneasiness finally came to pass, Jiang Xiaohan's figure flickered, his legs bent against the edge of the bed, and he sat down firmly.

Jiang Ying didn't dare to enter the wing room without Jiang Xiaohan's order, so he stopped at the door, just waiting for Jiang Xiaohan to come out.

But waiting left and right, there was no sound inside, and Jiang Ying began to feel uneasy in his heart, but he didn't show it in the slightest.

It wasn't until after half a cup of tea that there was a murmur of anger in the room.

"Jiang Ying, get the hell out of here!"

The author says:

Thank you Ziqi for the fish food~ and there is one more thing to tell everyone~ I officially signed the contract today, thank you for your support all the way, and I will continue to work hard in the future