Bianshanhan [farming]

Ever since he was injured, Jiang Cong had a bad feeling. Sure enough, simple bandaging could not control the injury, and the wound gradually began to rot.

He cleaned the wound with a knife behind his back at night, biting a mouthful of blood, but there was no medical treatment, and his body still had a fever.

Before losing consciousness, he thought that the four thousand li journey would only cover half of it.

The pain in his back awakened his drowsy consciousness. Jiang Cong opened his eyes, looked at the faces in front of him, his mind quickly cleared up, and he was rescued.

Originally, because the stretcher fell to the ground, several people were shocked, but unexpectedly, Jiang Cong woke up. Li Qingzhuo pulled his elder brother aside, and asked expressionlessly, "How is it, what's wrong?"

"Thirst..." Jiang Cong said subconsciously, his eyes lingered on Li Qingrui and Li Qingwen, his dark pupils trembled slightly, "You, why are you here..."

Obviously, this time and place are not suitable for reminiscing about the old days, the guard soon became impatient and shouted to leave quickly.

Li Qingrui and Li Maoqun hurriedly lifted up the stretcher. Li Qingwen dabbed water on Jiang Cong's white and chapped lips with his fingers, "Brother Jiang, do you still remember us?"

Jiang Cong didn't receive the letter from Li Qingrui, so he didn't know that Li Qingwen was healed. When we met last time, this kid was still a handsome little idiot. Now he looks very alert, and his dark eyes are very lively.

"Li Qingwen..." Jiang Cong smiled lightly, because his whole body was weak, the smile only flashed in his eyes.

Li Qingwen was extremely happy when his name was called out, his fingertips wet with water moved happily, "That's right! Brother Jiang, drink more."

Jiang Liping was also overjoyed, and approached the stretcher with heavy shackles, and said, "Jiang Cong, you don't know how badly you are injured, thanks to the brothers from the Li family who came in time, otherwise our brothers would be separated from each other." .”

Jiang Cong didn't speak, but he knew in his heart that he had stepped on the road to Huangquan and was dragged back.

Because Jiang Cong woke up, everyone was happy, swept away the fatigue from the journey, quickened their pace, and soon arrived at the post station ahead.

There is no special place to detain exiles in this post station, everyone was driven into a big house, and the four members of the Li family were the same.

After putting Jiang Cong down, Li Qingzhuo took his pulse and checked the wound.

Only then did Li Qingrui greet Jiang Cong face to face. He first reported that the family was safe, then introduced Li Qingzhuo and Li Maoqun, and said, "Grandfather, you can rest at ease and let us know if there is anything to do."

Jiang Cong had an earthy expression on his face, "Brother Li is older than me, so call me Jiang Cong... This time I have caused you a lot of trouble."

Li Qingrui quickly waved his hands, "Brother Jiang, did you think about trouble when you saved our father and son? We are the same today!"

Seeing his tired face, Li Qingrui was not too polite, let Jiang Cong have a good rest, turned around and went out to make a fire and boil medicine.

Li Qingzhuo tidied up the medicine box, and Li Qingwen looked at Jiang Cong curiously. His face was thin, his brows were sharp, his nose was straight, his bony frame and strong limbs were completely out of the shape of a young man, with long hands and long legs, no wonder both of them struggled to lift them.

Obviously not yet 20 years old...

Li Qingwen's gaze was straightforward without any concealment, Jiang Cong quickly noticed it, and slowly turned to look at him.

At this glance, Li Qingwen suddenly flashed the scene in his dream that had been repeated countless times, and subconsciously asked, "Brother Jiang, how is the injury on your arm?"

Apparently he didn't expect that the little guy was still thinking about his injury a few years ago, so Jiang Cong raised his arm with difficulty.

When he was wiping himself in the prison, he was anxious and didn't notice it. Now that Li Qingwen thought of this, he poked his head over and saw a dark red scar the size of a thumb near his shoulder.

Looking at the ferocious hyperplasia, Li Qingwen knew how severe the stab wound was, so Li Qingwen took a breath.

"Now you know you're afraid?" Jiang Cong put down his hands and said, "Back then you didn't even blink when you saw the knife cut down."

For that thrilling moment, not only the Li family, but also Jiang Cong are remembered.

Li Qingwen said helplessly: "At that time, I didn't understand anything, and I didn't know how to be afraid."

"Are you afraid now?"

Li Qingwen nodded: "Understood."

"Going to the border town is also very dangerous." Jiang Cong closed his eyes and his throat rolled, "Aren't you afraid?"

Li Qingwen straightened out his thin chest, and said confidently: "If I am alone, I will definitely be afraid, but with so many people, I won't be afraid."

Li Qingrui came in with the medicine. This time, Jiang Cong could drink it by himself without using a fake hand.

It got dark earlier, and the guards threw two bags of dry food to the exiles, locked the door from the outside, and then went to drink and eat meat by themselves.

Everyone was very hungry, and they immediately grabbed the cloth pockets. Jiang Liping took a mouthful of pancakes, and his mouth smelled musty. All rations are deducted!"

According to the law, the rations for exiles are fixed and provided by the yamen through which they are exiled, and these dry rations are provided by the yamen of Liushan County.

The others took a bite, wrinkled their faces together, swallowed it with great effort, and said: "Eat it if it tastes bad, if you don't eat it, you will be hungry, and you have to go on your way tomorrow..."

"Eat, eat, we have fallen to this point, what else can we choose, it's good to be alive, alas."

"I think in the past, when our men were in glory, the people in the government office had to give three points of face, and they had to say it was a compliment when they invited us to dinner. Now we are giving these rotten things that beggars don't even eat!!"

There was a lot of indignation in the room, these government soldiers used to be on errands, and their life was better than that of ordinary people, so they suddenly fell into trouble, and they felt aggrieved.

Jiang Cong was injured and ate millet boiled in clay pots, which was specially prepared for him. The Li family ate sorghum cakes.

Li Qingrui spent a lot of money running the yamen back and forth, and bought mules and carts. He only had a little left on hand, so he didn't dare to waste it. The four of them took food from home.

Amidst the swearing, some people fell asleep after eating, and Li Qingzhuo showed Jiang Liping the wound on his back.

In the case of burning the tribute, Jiang Liping and Jiang Cong were the leaders. Due to poor supervision, they each received a hundred sticks, and their injuries have not healed yet.

After applying the ointment, Jiang Liping thanked him, and the Li family followed him, and they also received favors.

Jiang Cong's leg was no longer bleeding, and the wound looked less scary than before. Li Qingzhuo pressed his hands on the wound several times, and his strength became heavier and heavier. Li Qingwen saw that the layer of flesh that had just healed opened, and blood dripped down again. , couldn't help saying: "Second brother..."

Li Qingzhuo ignored him, and handed Jiang Cong a clean handkerchief, holding the handle of the knife with both hands and scraping the intact place next to it.

Jiang Cong could bear it, he didn't bite the handkerchief with his teeth, he just let out a muffled grunt, and there was no movement behind.

Li Maoqun was holding an oil lamp to illuminate the scene, and couldn't help shivering when he saw this scene.

The blood stained the thigh, and Li Qingzhuo's movements did not stop. After a while, the pustules accumulated in the flesh were popped open, and yellow and viscous pus flowed out.

Li Qingzhuo continued to wash the wound with spirits. Unlike the last time he was unconscious, the pain this time was sharp and clear.

Li Qingwen felt Jiang Cong's body tremble when he was beside him, so he went up to wipe it off immediately after his second brother finished it.

Jiang Cong broke out in a layer of sweat from the pain, and thanked Li Qingzhuo with his arms propped up.

Li Qingzhuo waved his hand, handed the blue medicine bottle to Jiang Cong, and said, "Brother Jiang, you're welcome. The pus and blood have to be drained dozens of times, so as not to lose too much energy. Take the pill three times a day."

Hearing that the torture just now had to be repeated so many times, Li Qingwen felt a chill in his heart.

After walking for a whole day, everyone was exhausted and fell asleep in a crooked manner.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Cong's lower abdomen was swollen. He stretched himself up and tried to get up, but pulled the quilt beside him.

Li Qingwen carried the least people during the day. Knowing that they were all exhausted, he insisted on sleeping next to Jiang Cong, but worried that he would press on his wound, so he didn't sleep well. When Jiang Cong moved, he woke up.

Jiang Cong let him lie down, and he could go to the ground by himself, but Li Qingwen wouldn't let him move, and went to the door to get the urine can.

Li Qingwen was afraid that he would hurt his leg, so he just stared straight at him. Jiang Cong's face became tense, and he didn't move for a while.

Li Qingwen just woke up, and his mind was still in a daze. Seeing that he couldn't urinate for a long time, he was whistling and whistling.

This is treating himself like a child... Jiang Cong had no choice but to stretch out his hand and turn his little head to the side, relieved, and put the urine jar aside.

Jiang Cong pulled Li Qingwen to lie down, and said softly, "You're exhausted from the journey, go to sleep."

Li Qingwen was more awake now, and asked him if the wound hurt.

Jiang Cong shook his head, Li Qingwen didn't believe it, and said, "My second brother said it's more troublesome if it doesn't hurt. If you really don't feel it, it's terrible."

Afraid that he would alarm the others, Jiang Cong reached out and lifted Li Qingwen's slightly lowered pillow, and said in a low voice, "It hurts, but it's not that painful."

Li Qingwen nodded, "Don't worry about trouble, it's only serious when the leg injury is healed, and the score is clear which is more important..."

Hearing his adult-like tone, inexplicably friendly, Jiang Cong smiled, and scratched Li Qingwen's nose with his index finger, "You used to be so silent, but you didn't expect your mouth to be so powerful and reasonable. "

Li Qingwen seemed to have been acupunctured, and after a while, he suddenly said: "You, you don't seem to have wiped your hands..."

Jiang Cong froze for a moment, and almost laughed out loud, "Brother is wrong."

Li Qingwen's head rolled on the pillow, it's fine, he just casually slapped his hands when he was feeding water during the day...

After walking for a whole day, everyone was exhausted and fell asleep in a distorted state. Li Qingwen didn't even have a dream, so he opened his eyes and set off.

I don't know if the fever didn't go away last time, or if the pus and blood were released yesterday, Jiang Cong had a fever again the next day, and drank three cans of soup as if he were drinking water.

Li Qingwen thought, is this medicine different from what he used to drink?

He secretly dipped some of the concoction into his mouth, and then paid a miserable price for his curiosity.

On this day, not only did Li Qingwen's palms wear out, but he also had a pile of blisters on the soles of his feet. If he accidentally stepped on a sharp stone while walking, the painful Tianling Gai would feel cold.

When Li Qingwen was grinning, he happened to see Jiang Cong on the stretcher looking over, and asked, "Brother Jiang, you said that fresh meat sprayed with spirits and stones soaked in blisters, which one hurts?"

Jiang Cong looked at his feet and said, "It hurts."

Jiang Liping and the others laughed loudly when they heard the sound. The passing birds were frightened by the sound, and they flapped their wings and fled in panic.

The left and right sides of the official road are yellow, and the ground is full of fallen leaves. In late autumn, there is a chill atmosphere.

The people are preparing for the winter, and they often see people carrying burdens to and fro on the country roads, some people look at this group of exiles curiously, and some people point and point here, saying things that people don't like to hear.

On the second day, they still stayed overnight at the post station. This time, Jiang Liping and the others didn't want to eat the moldy dry food, so they secretly gave Li Qingrui some money and asked him to find the postman to get some food.

The postman was willing to contribute even if he took the money. He cooked a large pot of sorghum rice and cut a small pot of pickles. It was such a meal that Jiang Liping and the others were very satisfied with it.

Although the imperial court has clear and civilized orders on all kinds of exiles, the common people have no way to complain when they suffer innocent disasters, not to mention that it is common for criminals like them to be beaten and punished for no reason. Who will care about the food and drink of exiles?

Jiang Liping and others suffered a lot of harsh treatment along the way, so they could only swallow their anger, and they had to bow their heads under the eaves.

After walking more than 100 miles in two days, Li Qingwen was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes. At first he just wanted to sit on the edge of the kang to rest, but when he sat down, his head hit the ground.

Jiang Cong had already seen his eyelids struggling to open, so he reached out to pick him up and put him aside.

Li Qingwen fell into a deep sleep and was unconscious, a string of sparkles dripped from the corner of his mouth.

When he closed his eyes, he could vaguely see some of the appearance when he met in the forest before. Jiang Cong frowned, always feeling that the figure in his memory was vague and faint, so he didn't bother to wipe away the water stains around Li Qingwen's mouth. .