Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Except for a quarter of an hour for lunch to wash their hands and eat, the doctors hardly rested and kept seeing patients, but even so, the number of patients in front of the medical shed did not decrease.

Man Bao's speed is slower than Doctor Ji's, not only because of experience, but also because she likes to give patients needles.

For those with special needs, she would take them to the hospital shed and untie their clothes. If they could only have their hands and feet pierced, especially those with only their wrists exposed, as long as they agreed, she would do it and let them wait.

In fact, the female patients who come here do not have such high requirements, so they are willing to only show their arms, because they are already dressed in rags.

So they didn't leave after giving Dr. Zhou an injection, and didn't even grab the few stools, and just sat down on the open space next to them.

And Manbao's medical shed is the most biased one, with an open space on the left, and beyond that is the place to queue up for medicinal materials.

So at noon, when Manbao was eating the lunch sent by the county government, there were many women with needles sitting next door.

Man Bao took a meal and sat next to them, and asked, "What do you have for lunch?"

A woman laughed and said, "Many good people set up porridge stalls not far from the city gate. After we got the medicine, we went there to eat a bowl of porridge. No matter how bad it was, we still had a handful of rice at home."

Man Bao nodded reassuringly, and said: "There are many problems with you, but in the final analysis, you still don't eat enough, and the food is not troublesome. You don't need to eat more when you go back, but it's better to have three meals a day on time. Eat. Medicine can cure diseases, but the body depends on five grains to support it.”

"The little doctor's words are good. Look at those who are healthy and healthy. If nothing else, there must be no shortage of food at home."

The woman on the side almost shed tears, and said: "It's so easy to eat enough. If you don't have land, you can wash clothes for others. If the man in the family earns his life to help others, he won't starve to death." That's all."

Man Bao asked: "Didn't Magistrate Tang give you land?"

The woman wiped her tears and said: "We registered late, and the people in front of us were all divided."

Man Bao was dumbfounded, "Then, what should you do?"

The woman looked around and felt that Man Bao looked kind, so she lowered her voice and said, "We told the little doctor, but the little doctor shouldn't spread the word to us."

Man Bao nodded.

The woman whispered: "We are going to see a doctor to get medicine, and then get the wishes of the good people who gave the porridge, and then go to another place, so we don't want this book."

Well, I went to be a refugee again.

Man Bao sympathized with County Magistrate Tang in his heart, and then asked her in a low voice, "Then where are you going?"

"Go to the north. It's far from the capital. It's a big place with many noble people. Maybe we can meet these kind people again. We'll come back after the Chinese New Year and the limelight is over."

Man Bao: "...You guys are still coming back."

"Of course we have to come back. Our ancestors are all from Yizhou, and they know this place the most. Although we don't have any land at the moment, we have relatives and friends here. We help each other, and we can always help each other in difficult times. Live on." The woman said: "And maybe the next time Tang county magistrate has wasteland again, can he share it with us?"

Man Bao couldn't help giving her a thumbs up.

The woman narrowed her eyes with a smile, "The little doctor also thinks we have a good plan, right?"

Man Bao asked: "Is that the plan of those who have not been allocated land?"

"Basically, there are some people who are reluctant to leave," the woman said, "Anyway, the county magistrate Tang said that the registered refugees are not required to pay taxes for the first two years, but it doesn't matter whether they will be allocated land after these two years?"

"Then you never thought of occupying a piece of land in the wild to open up wasteland?"

"Oh, it's not so easy," the patients who gathered around said, "This wild place is said to be a wasteland, but it might be the territory of some noble family. I have a big My aunt, a nephew of her brother-in-law, was beaten to death because he opened up a piece of wasteland at the foot of Dafu Mountain."

"Dafu Mountain is full of miscellaneous trees. I have never heard of which mountain it is before. Who knows that it has an owner, so it is a waste of life if you are beaten to death. The family members dare not even sue the officials. They directly use grass The mat was buried as soon as it was rolled, and the whole family was about to cry to death."

Man Bao was dumbfounded, and asked: "Whose family owns Dafu Mountain? Even if it is to open up wasteland, just drive it away, why bother to beat people to death?"

"I heard that it is the land of a high-ranking official. The owner is an official in the palace. Think about it, who is the prince? That's Long Zi. If you can be an official next to Long Zi, isn't it a high-ranking official? Who Dare to offend him?"

Man Bao fell silent, and said after a long time: "You might as well go to Luojiang County together to have a look."

"Luojiang County?"

Man Bao nodded, and looked around with a guilty conscience. She was no longer Wuxia Ameng. She knew the importance of the population to a county and an official, so she felt a little guilty, but she saw that the patients besides her were her patients. Then he whispered: "I am from Luojiang County. Our county magistrate Yang is very good at resettling refugees. Although our area is remote, with many mountains and poor land, there are few people. If you go, I dare not say that you will be divided into 20 or 30." mu of land, but five mu and ten mu should be quite a lot, and County Magistrate Yang is kind-hearted, and he also likes to exempt refugees from taxes, so you might be able to settle down when you go.”

The patients around did not speak.

Man Bao continued: "Although Luojiang County is not as prosperous as Yizhou, it is better than stability. Moreover, the distance between the two places is not far. Even if you walk, it only takes two days. During the holidays, if you want to come back to visit relatives Visiting friends is only a two-day itinerary. If you are willing to spend money, you can take a passing caravan for only a few tens of pennies, and you can come back in a day."

Several women were moved and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Is the magistrate of your county really that good?"

Man Bao nodded, and whispered, "It's better than Magistrate Tang."

The few patients who couldn't get a place couldn't help their hearts moving, looked at each other and then looked away.

They started fleeing three years ago, fled to a faraway place, and came back from a faraway place with all their strength. They haven't seen any officials, but they can feel where the officials are good and where the officials are not.

In their opinion, magistrate Tang is a very good official.

But in this world, there are still better officials than County Magistrate Tang...

They were a little worried, "Did the little doctor lie to us?"

Man Bao said: "What did I lie to you for?"

Yeah, what could she do to lie to them?

Everyone cheered up and changed the subject, "Little doctor, can you see if my illness will recover?"

"Yes, take the medicine on time and take care of yourself."

When the patient heard this, he laughed happily.

Sure enough, what Teacher Mo said is right, psychological comfort is also very important for patients.

The next update will be around 10pm