Glued up by my father's nemesis

The instigator has no successors.

This is a very simple truth, either because Yan Fei couldn't think of it, couldn't explain it clearly, or because no one present couldn't understand it.

It's just that no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric, no matter how delicate the sentence structure is, it is not as convincing as a person who has no way out in the eyes of everyone, standing alive in front of everyone.

Qi Jingsi helped Yan Fei up, and painstakingly brushed away the few strands of hair stuck to his cheeks that were stuck with kerosene.

Although the battle was dangerous, it was won anyway.

In the face of the hope of life, all the rumors were easily crushed, like a plate of loose sand, when the wind blows, not even a little bit of scum will be left.

A person who was almost being roasted on the fire one moment will become a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering and saves suffering, and is merciful and compassionate.

Yan Fei didn't even have time to boil a pot of hot water to cook himself. He hurriedly took a clean towel to wipe off the kerosene on his body, changed into some clothes, and went on with his work.

This time even Qi Jingsi didn't stop her, and went with him back and forth.

More people die in the village every day than the day before, and it is really impossible to wait.

Although the crimes committed by Qi Tongfu are heinous and unforgivable, but in the plague in Youxian County, he has hit the right point a little bit.

He closed the village to prevent the leak of the news of enclosing land for grain, and secondly trapped Yan Fei inside to death, but precisely because of this, it happened to prevent the spread of the plague.

But now in the village to prevent the spread of the plague, isolation and treatment is also necessary.

In the countryside, there are no large houses with several depths like those in Beijing. Where to find a courtyard that is spacious enough to gather the sick people together for isolation is Yan Fei's first headache.

When he and the patriarch were at a loss, Qi Jingsi took the sickle from the patriarch's house and broke the door lock of the county government office.

When everyone arrived, the old patriarch was trembling with fright.

"This is the site of the official...how dare you..."

Yan Fei looked at Qi Jingsi, but the two looked at each other and smiled.

This government office compound is indeed the most "magnificent" building in the village, and it couldn't be more appropriate.

Yan Fei has read a lot of poetry and books, so he can be regarded as quick-witted, but all the teachings of sages are the rules engraved in his bones, and the only time in his life that he breaks the rules is because he has a heart for someone.

But Qi Jingsi was different.

He was raised by Mr. Guangji, but Lin Yu left him only the most precious qualities such as kindness and responsibility, but he never restricted his life with any rules.

Only he can think of this "lawless" way.

After the place was selected, they led people to clean up overnight to make it liveable, and only waited for the next morning to gather all the sick people for isolation and treatment.

Although the plague was dangerous, the initial infection was nothing more than cough, low-grade fever and other symptoms similar to wind and cold. Although none of them had a doctor, fortunately, the disease had a distinctive feature, which was red spots on the palms of the hands.

Even without a doctor, it is not difficult to identify.

There was no hindrance in the admission and treatment of patients, only a small episode occurred near the end.

Brother Ge's illness is improving, but he hasn't fully healed. According to the rules, he still has to be sent to the county government for isolation; Sister Ge is reluctant to bear it, and cries for a long time, saying that she wants to follow her in to take care of her husband.

Due to the particularity of the plague, Qi Jingsi and Yan Fei led Yan Yi to discuss with the patriarch that the healthy young and middle-aged people in the village should not come into contact with the sick. The work in the yamen is done by the elderly and children who are not prone to diseases.

Mrs. Ge definitely couldn't go in with her husband.

She cried for a long time, and finally quietly pulled Yan Fei aside and spread her hands, a red spot appeared on the palm of her hand.

*****

After a busy day and night, Qi Jingsi returned to Mrs. Ge's yard, almost fell asleep with his pillow on his head, and left the last bit of clarity in his mind to Yan Fei who hadn't returned to the house yet.

When Yan Fei entered the room, he thought that Qi Jingsi had fallen asleep, so he walked lightly to the bed with the oil lamp in his hand, and just as he blew out the light and went to bed, he was hugged from behind.

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaoyan." Qi Jingsi murmured with a nasal sound, which made Yan Fei feel soft in his heart.

Sometimes he would feel that Qi Jingsi was like a piece of sky in front of him, able to cover everything for him and resist him, but this slightly nasal whisper was like a spoiled child, which made him feel distressed.

He turned around and hugged Qi Jingsi in his arms, it was like hugging a child, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Waiting for you." Qi Jingsi said in a daze, "Master Xiaoyan has just coaxed the child smoothly, did you treat me as the two boys from Mrs. Ge's family?"

"Or are you blaming me for not helping you coax the child?"

"You're helping me if you don't show up and scare the kids to tears." Yan Fei teased, "The kids are all asleep. Yan Yi is with you. You can go to sleep too."

"Ah."

Qi Jingsi agreed vaguely, Yan Fei looked at the tall and straight young man curled up quietly in his arms, as if he really fell asleep.

He himself was so tired that it was hard for him to breathe, but he couldn't sleep no matter what.

During the day, in order to work efficiently, he, Yan Yi, and Qi Jingsi all acted separately, each in charge of an area in the village, and met at the gate of the county government office after they were busy.

Only Yan Fei knew about Mrs. Ge's affairs.

As long as he closes his eyes now, he can still see the red spot on Mrs. Ge's palm.

No matter how dangerous the disease is and how fast it spreads, the impact of saying it out of Yan Yi's mouth and watching people around him get sick is still different.

"Jingsi." He lightly fiddled with Qi Jingsi's ink hair, and whispered to himself, as if discussing with someone, "If Qi Tongfu finds out that you are missing, he will definitely look for you, or..."

"Are you still going?"

Qi Jingsi was already asleep, he didn't wait for the other party's answer; he knew that if he said this in front of Qi Jingsi, the other party would definitely not allow it, but if he didn't say it, he felt that he would suffocate to death.

"Jing Si, what you have done for me is enough."

"I can only be well if you are well."

He was talking softly, but suddenly his wrist was pinched, and the world was turned upside down in an instant, and he was crushed under him.

It was the first time that Qi Jingsi kissed him so domineeringly and fiercely, it even reminded him of Qi Jingsi's ruthless and decisive eyes when he slaughtered a wolf in a few bolts of lightning on that rainy night.

"Well--"

He protested in a muffled voice, with blood in his throat.

Qi Jingsi finally let go of him.

"You..." He bit his lower lip and looked at Qi Jingsi's angry eyes with aggrieved eyes, "Why are you..."

This was the second time Qi Jingsi bit his lower lip.

Qi Jingsi sighed, and kissed the wound on his lower lip lightly again, this time finally gentle and careful, along the neck, her breath was soft and hot——

"No, you don't have a long memory."

The lingering heat ran over his waist and abdomen all the way, Yan Fei almost lost his grip while panting, and grabbed Qi Jingsi's shoulder with the last of his reason.

"You're crazy... This is... someone else's house..."

"Yan Fei, you said you will not let go." Qi Jingsi grabbed Yan Fei's hand, clasped it backwards and pulled it over the top of his head.

His voice was obsessed and crazy, but his movements were gentle and restrained, peeling away Yan Fei's last line of defense inch by inch.

"Since Mr. Xiaoyan is busy with other affairs and forgetful, I will give you a long memory."

The next day, Mr. Xiaoyan, who we have always been dedicated to, finally got up late.

He rushed out of the yard angrily, only to see Qi Jingsi and Yan Yi playing games with Sister Ge's two children in the yard.

The moment he saw Qi Jingsi, he blushed to the base of his ears instantly, angry and ashamed and dared not speak loudly in front of the child.

"You..." He bit his lower lip and hooked his head, pulling Qi Jingsi aside, "Why didn't you wake me up so late? There are so many other things..."

"I did it on purpose." Qi Jingsi interrupted, "What else is there? I went to the county government office to check in the morning, and everything is in order."

"Is it all you need to chop wood and make a fire with your hands?"

He turned his head and glanced at Yan Yi and the two children who were having a great time playing, no one was looking this way, so he quickly planted a kiss on the side of Yan Fei's cheek.

"How long has it been?" He stretched his arms around Yan Fei's waist, "Shouldn't we have a good rest?"

"Then you..." Yan Fei lowered his head shyly, "Yesterday you..."

Yesterday's Qi Jingsi was much more vicious than the night of her birthday.

"It's also intentional." Qi Jing said thoughtfully, "It's to make your memory long, and it's to let you sleep more."

Everything that followed was as expected, and people maintained an unprecedented unity in the face of hope for survival. Although some people were still sent to the county government from time to time, their conditions were improving.

When the first batch of patients finally recovered and left the county office, the whole village was as lively and joyous as the New Year.

God, it's almost summer.

One after another, people recovered and left the county government, and the next crisis came one after another.

Although goosegrass is a weed with extremely tenacious vitality, it has not gone through the steps of making medicine. Although it can have certain medicinal effects, it is not a medicine after all; if it wants to have the effect of curing diseases and saving lives, it must be boiled in large doses take.

Although the number of patients is also decreasing, the amount of goosegrass harvested by men in the village has decreased even faster.

What is more terrible than this is food.

As the plague is brought under control, fewer and fewer people will be infected, and the number of people who need to take goosegrass will gradually decrease; but everyone in the village who is still panting needs to eat.

At first, in the face of death threats, everyone twisted into one rope, and the patriarch took the lead to collect food from each household to supply the sick in the county government, and those who lost their parents' care, such as Mrs. Ge's family. children or elderly people with disabilities.

It's just that after the land expropriation case, You County is no longer as rich as it used to be. Now the first wave of grain requisition is about to bottom out, but few people have responded to the second wave of grain requisition.

At first, Yan Fei thought that the only fine grains he had was enough for the sick to eat, and the sickness would heal faster after healed up, but now even the sick in the county government can only drink some rough grains up.

The sick people inside are all the villagers who are in their prime, and most of them are men. This little food is not enough to satisfy their hunger, and fights and fights began to happen occasionally.

Early this morning, Yan Fei had just packed up and went out, ready to go out with Qi Jingsi to find goosegrass in a farther place, but was bumped into his arms by a half-grown child.

Because the disease is transmitted to people but not to the elderly and children, except for a few elderly people with good legs and feet, most of the people who go to the county office to deliver food and medicine are half-grown children like the one in front of them.

Yan Fei recognized the child in front of him at a glance, it was the one who went to the county government to deliver medicine every day.

"Huzi?" He bowed to look at the painted-faced child, "What's the matter?"

"Woooooo...Brother Yanfei..." The child named Hu Zi whimpered and wiped his tears, "Go and see...they hit me...and pushed me on the ground..."

He was just a seven or eight-year-old child, wiping his nose while sobbing, and couldn't speak clearly.

"Huzi, don't cry yet, tell your brother well—" Yan Fei quickly knelt down, wiped the child's tears, and coaxed him in his arms, "Who hit you, who pushed you to the ground? You want brother Where should I go to see it?"

The child couldn't stop crying, it seemed that he was frightened, and he stretched out his chubby hand and flicked his mustache.

Children who are half-old are not sensible, usually an old man leads a group of children when delivering food and medicine, Qi Jingsi hastily reminded Yan Fei in a low voice.

Yan Fei nodded, then turned to the child and said softly, "Hu Zi, where is Grandma Kang who is leading you?"

"Grandma Kang?" Hu Zi cried even louder when he heard this, "Grandma Kang's head was broken!"

The author has something to say: going to the hospital tomorrow, I will update it (unless I can’t come back to qaq in the hospital), but I’m not sure if it’s punctual at 6 o’clock, dbq...