Bianshanhan [farming]

Su Yuanbao learned a lot of characters, and Li Qingwen saved several storybooks he wrote while practicing calligraphy. While eating candy, he flipped through the storybooks, very serious.

Li Qingwen sat down at a shop in Dongcheng, and Li Qingyong handed him three letters, all from Hongzhou, two were thin and one was thick.

One letter was from the Hongzhou fellows they rescued at the pier before. They returned to their hometown safe and sound and were already farming. Thank them for their rescue in the capital. Otherwise, they might not be able to return to their hometown in the next life.

The second letter was from the family members of Lu Qiuyan and the others. In the letter, they thanked Li's family for their help. They didn't say that they missed their children, but only asked them to work hard in the capital to repay their life-saving grace.

Because Lu Qiuyan and the others were all sold by the family, these people felt guilty at first, knowing that the child is still fine is enough, and dare not say more about the rest.

The handwriting of these two letters is the same, it should be written by someone who went to the county town, and it should be written in a well-written manner.

The third letter was from Yangshu Village, Liushan County. There was one letter every year, and it was full of miscellaneous things, such as who got married, how many children were born, how the autumn harvest was, and other things.

At the end of the letter, it was still the same as before, asking when they would return to their hometown.

Since the villagers were divided into two groups, Hongzhou and Border Town, it was rare to see each other for a few years. The longer the time, the more I recalled the past, the more I missed it.

Li Qinghong and the others had already read these letters, and they were specially reserved for him. After Li Qingwen read them carefully, he carefully folded them, stuffed them back, and put them in the book.

This letter has to be taken to the border town again, and a group of old men and women in the border town are also talking about the people in their hometown. After receiving this letter, they have to let their grandchildren read it two or three times.

Because everyone was busy at the shops and inns in the outer suburbs, the yard in Dongcheng was quite empty. Li Qingwen was about to get up when he heard a noise in the yard, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Sun Yuanbao was still engrossed in the story, Li Qingwen didn't bother him, got up and went out.

In the yard, a flower pot was broken on the ground. Lin Wanjun, who was wearing a light blue dress, was leaning against the wall, her thin body crumbling.

"Sister Wanjun, are you alright?" Li Qingwen stepped forward and carefully supported her.

On a hot day, Lin Wanjun's face was as white as paper, her nose didn't seem to move, she looked very bad, her bloodless lips moved: "I'm fine..."

This doesn't seem like a problem at all.

No matter what, Li Qingwen helped him to the house first, and was about to call the doctor, but Lin Wanjun shook his head, "I'm really fine..."

She looked like she was trying to be brave. Li Qingwen went to the front and called a girl to look after Lin Wanjun. It was too inconvenient for him to be a grown man, so he went to ask the doctor to come over.

The girl who took care of her said: "Miss Lin feels sick when she eats, she can't eat, and she can't sleep well when she's hungry. It's been like this for a while, and she has seen several doctors one after another, but there has been no improvement..."

Li Qingwen was taken aback, and asked casually, "Does my second brother know about this?"

The girl shook her head, saying that Li Qingzhuo hadn't come back for several days.

Lin Wanjun stared blankly at the front, not knowing what she was thinking.

The doctor looked at him for a long time, but he didn't say anything wrong. He frowned and prescribed a few medicines.

Lin Wanjun nodded meekly, saying that she would take medicine well.

She looked like this, and she didn't look very good. Li Qingwen didn't know how to persuade them, so he whispered to them to take good care of Lin Wanjun, and took Su Yuanbao to Dali Temple by car.

Su Yuanbao originally wanted to read while clutching the book in the car, but Li Qingwen closed it for fear that he might damage his eyes.

The little guy didn't make a fuss, he squeezed Li Qingwen's hand firmly, and said softly that it would be fine for him to go home and sleep at night.

Obviously, this sensible little guy knows he has something to do.

Li Qingwen kissed his fat cheek.

Of course, Li Qingwen couldn't enter Dali Temple, so he just wrote a letter and asked someone to pass it in. He knew that his second brother was serious about Miss Lin's matter, so he had to tell him about it.

After delivering the letter, they didn't dare to block the entrance of Dali Temple, and went to a place far away to wait. After waiting for a while, the person who delivered the letter came out and told Li Qingwen that the letter had been delivered, and also sent a message from Li Qingzhuo to let him know. He went back first, and went home by himself later.

Hearing what the second brother said, Li Qingwen felt relieved, and sent Su Yuanbao back to the Su family first, and then he would go too.

After going back and forth like this, it was already noon when we returned to the courtyard. There was a pile of black carbon ash under the small stove for boiling medicine, and the bitter taste was very strong. The sound of vomiting was heart-piercing.

Putting down the bowl in his hand, Li Qingwen walked into the yard, and saw Lu Qiuyan coming out with a sad face.

Lin Wanjun couldn't even eat the rice, let alone the stronger medicinal soup, so she vomited out bile.

Li Qingwen sighed, went to the back stove to light a fire, and cooked porridge.

In the Dali Temple Prison, it was dark, and the only place with light was the skylight. The prison cells there were different from the wood in other places. They were made of solid blue bricks and wooden doors, shutting out the noise and noise from outside.

Dirty straw mats are spread elsewhere, but here is a soft and luxurious bed with gold tassels hanging from the floor, books, paper and pens are placed on the big red carved table, the backrest of blue satin with complicated patterns is scattered on the high chair, and the incense burner at the corner of the table is quiet. Burning, light fragrance Buddha face.

Compared with the silence of this room, the black figure on the bed is a bit gloomy.

The skylight slowly darkened, and the door of the cell without a key or lock was knocked, and the cold sound like a gurgling stream came from outside.

After receiving the response from the inside, Li Qingzhuo went in, closed the door, put the heavy red lacquered wooden box on the table in his left and right hands, and said, "Master Hongda, it's time to eat."

The man lying lazily on the bed turned over and only looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking.

As long as he took out all the food inside and put them away, he could leave on business, but Li Qingzhuo didn't move.

Seeing him like this, the tall man raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "Master Li, hurry up and leave, isn't everyone at home anxious?"

It took less than half an hour to receive the letter, and this person knew about it. Li Qingzhuo was not surprised, but he just sighed indistinctly. He used to know that this person was not easy to mess with, but now he found that he was still a very difficult person. .

On the other side, Li Qingwen brought the porridge to Lin Wanjun.

She was a little confused, and she was supported to take a few sips. Although it was very slow, she didn't vomit, which is a good sign.

"Sister Wanjun, eat some more..." Li Qingwen said in a low voice, "My second brother will be back today, and he must feel bad seeing you like this."

Hearing this, Lin Wanjun visibly raised his spirits, and his eyes became brighter.

After eating less than half a bowl of porridge, Li Qingwen didn't let anyone feed him anymore.

Li Qingwen went to the yard to boil the second medicine. Since he could eat, he could probably drink some medicine.

It was getting dark, and the stove was turned on again. Just halfway through, there was a movement at the back door. Li Qingwen straightened up, and saw his second brother pushing the door in from outside.

After not seeing his second brother for a while, Li Qingwen felt that he was getting thinner, so he couldn't help frowning.

The two brothers wrote a few sentences, Li Qingzhuo didn't take off his official uniform, turned around and went to the small courtyard next to him.

Li Qingwen sat on a small bench and fanned the air with a big palm-leaf fan. A few people came to help, but he refused. The business was so busy in front of them, and these people were exhausted after a day.

Covering the pot lid with a damp cloth, Li Qingwen wanted to see how the medicine inside was doing. As soon as he picked it up, he heard a cry from the side, "Are you regretting it?!"

Li Qingwen was startled, the lid of the pot almost fell to the ground.

That voice just now should be Lin Wanjun's voice, but she has always been weak, it is hard to imagine such a big movement.

"Li Qingzhuo!" There was another hysterical cry from the small courtyard, "You asked me to wait, I waited year after year, when will I wait..."

Li Qingwen clenched the wet cloth and pot lid tightly in his hand, turned his head and took a deep look, but he didn't go in after all, so he suppressed himself, squatted down and continued to boil the medicine.

Slowly, the crying inside subsided.

When the medicine was ready, Li Qingwen poured it into a clean bowl and brought it to the gate of the small courtyard, but didn't go in, only yelled.

After a long time, Li Qingzhuo came out, trying to take the medicine bowl with one hand, but Li Qingwen shrank back.

Li Qingwen looked down at his hand behind his back, "Second brother, you are injured, I will feed Miss Wanjun."

"She can eat by herself." Li Qingzhuo looked at his younger brother with watery eyes, and said calmly: "Boy, brother is fine."

Looking at the red dots on the ground, Li Qingwen finally passed the bowl over.

With the big iron pot, Li Qingwen made some dinner, Wen was in the pot, and after waiting for more than an hour, Li Qingzhuo came back.

The two brothers ate dinner on the kang table, and after the meal, they lay down on the kang and talked about the election for a while.

It seems that there are very few times when we talk together like this, Li Qingzhuo has always been too busy.

"Second brother, are you still investigating the case of Bachelor Lin?" Li Qingwen asked suddenly.

The windows were wide open, and hot air poured in. The disc-shaped moon illuminated half of the room, and the sound of insects whizzed from far and near, making it even more quiet at this time.

After asking, Li Qingwen went to grab Li Qingzhuo's left hand, but Li Qingzhuo didn't hide.

The palm of his hand was bandaged, and there was a little blood showing through it. Li Qingwen squeezed the slender wrist of the second brother, and he lost weight again.

"Yes." He didn't hide it this time, Li Qingzhuo's calm voice was full of tiredness, "It's almost over, son, don't worry about me."

Li Qingwen wanted to ask again, he still had a lot of questions, but the second brother looked very tired, maybe it would be better if he slept a little longer.

He hesitated for a while, then turned his head, and saw that the people around him had closed their eyes.