A Life-Saving Medicine
The villagers in the ancestral hall were all excited when they heard this.
The village head beamed with joy. "Thank you, Your Highness. You are the savior of our Zhang Family Village."
He was just short of three kowtows and nine kowtows!
Who knew …
Jing Yi poured a bucket of cold water on him. "Village head, don't thank me so early."
Huh?
It seems like there's going to be some trouble again.
The village head doesn't understand?
Jing Yi looked at Jing Rong and reminded him, "The court has its own rules for disaster relief. Not everything needs to be reported to the court. If that's the case, I'm afraid that if something happens in the prefectures or provinces, it will be reported to the court. Won't that mess up our Great Lin's laws?"
"Even so, you and I have seen the situation in Zhang Family Village with our own eyes. The continuous rain caused a flood. Although no one died, the common people's houses collapsed. There's no reason for the court to ignore it."
"According to what you said, the Ministry of Revenue will probably be busy!"
He was obviously mocking Jing Rong.
Jing Rong glanced at him. "In short, I will do my best to fight for it."
"You will fight for it, but the court officials may not approve."
Bastard!
In other words, he would incite the court officials to stop him.
Based on the current situation in Zhang Family Village, it would be difficult to get relief funds. After all, the flood this time wasn't big and there were no casualties. When the time comes, Jing Yi and the others could use the Great Lin's laws. No matter how much the Emperor loved the people, he wouldn't be able to 'treat them equally'.
He reckoned that there would be another opposing "lawsuit" to be fought!
Jing Rong couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
Seeing the two arguing, Village Head Zhang didn't know what to say. He prayed that the court would help!
At this time, Wen Thirteen and Ji Yunshu came in.
The two returned to their seats and sat down.
Seeing Ji Yunshu's unhappy expression, Jing Rong asked, "It seems like we parted on bad terms."
Silence!
It was an admission.
It was indeed a bad parting.
She sighed. "Maybe even the heavens don't want some people to be good."
"Being good or bad is not decided by the heavens." Jing Rong said, "If a person is good, he will stand on the side of justice no matter what. If he is evil, even if he gets everything he wants, he will still continue to commit evil. Although you and I don't believe in Buddha, we still have to believe that good and evil will be rewarded in the end."
Like it!
Her heart was originally shrouded in fog, but after hearing these words, it seemed to gradually dissipate.
He nodded and heaved a sigh of relief.
"You're right."
She smiled and picked up the cup of tea in front of her. Just as it reached her mouth —
A series of violent coughs could be heard!
Looking over, they saw that the old man in the wheelchair was coughing non-stop, and his face was red. Suddenly, he fell off the wheelchair.
He fell heavily to the ground!
Zhang Daqi quickly helped his father up. "Dad, are you okay?"
"Cough, cough …"
He coughed up blood.
The surrounding people crowded around him.
He was deeply worried!
"Father."
The old man continued to cough a few more times before stopping. However, he was gasping for breath as if he was about to die.
Village Chief Zhang hurried over and slapped the back of his hand on his palm.
"What should we do? It's raining so heavily outside. Where can we find a doctor? "
Zhang Daqi placed a hand on his father's chest, helping to soothe his breathing so that he would feel better.
Seeing this, Ji Yunshu got up and walked over. She pushed through the crowd and squatted beside the old man.
"Let me take a look."
"Are you a doctor?" Zhang Daqi asked.
She shook her head. "I'm not."
"Then …"
Without waiting for him to continue questioning, she pressed her hand on the old man's chest and lightly pressed a few times. Her brows furrowed slightly.
Then, she took out an exquisite medicine bottle and poured out a pill from it.
Just as she was about to give it to the old man —
"Wait."
Zhang Daqi stopped her.
He asked, "What medicine did you give my father?"
"This is a life-saving pill."
Without further explanation, she stuffed the pill into the old man's mouth.
"Bring some water."
Someone immediately handed a bowl of water.
Not long after the old man drank it, he leaned on his son's arms and calmed down.
Zhang Daqi was relieved.
"Thank you, young master."
"No need."
Polite.
The village head hurriedly called for the villagers to help the old man up and said, "A few of you, help Old Zhang to the back of the ancestral hall to rest."
A few people stepped forward and helped the old man to his wheelchair.
But Ji Yunshu smelled something.
It was a familiar smell, but it disappeared after a short while.
She didn't think too much about it.
Village head Zhang expressed his gratitude. "Thank you for your help just now, young master."
"It's nothing."
How humble!
She returned to her seat and met Jing Rong's puzzled face.
He asked, "When did you learn how to save people?"
"With my hands, it's fine if you touch people to death, but how can I save people?"
"What about just now?"
"The medicine I gave to the old man was given to me by Mo Ruo. He said that it was a life-saving medicine. I thought that it should be able to save people, so I gave it to him. It was proven to be effective."
"Why did he give you medicine?"
This …
What should she say?
Should she tell Jing Rong that she was poisoned by the bufotoxin and could act up at any time, so Mo Ruo gave her a bottle of medicine?
Instead, the words came out of her mouth. "Probably because he was worried that I would get hurt? You know, there are many bad people on the road. "
There was nothing wrong with this reason.
Unfortunately, Jing Yi heard her words.
Of course, he knew that the bad people were talking about him.
He laughed so hard that his shoulders shook. He didn't even look at Ji Yunshu. "If you really deserve to die, even the Daluo Immortals can't save you."
What a cheap mouth!
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong couldn't be bothered with him.
Jing Rong asked the village head, "Did that old man get sick?"
The village head replied, "It's just an old illness. It's just …"
He wanted to say something but stopped.
Ji Yunshu was puzzled. "Village head, this one saw that the old man seemed to have some hidden illness. Why don't you tell me? Perhaps His Highness and I can think of a solution."
"Actually … he's not sick." The village chief said, "I've told you about the Great Buddha in our village before. Ever since the Great Buddha shattered, many young people in the village have died. A few years ago, Old Zhang's son also died. Since then, he's been a little delirious. He's been in a daze. Not long after, he fell and broke his leg. Ever since then, his health has been deteriorating."
No wonder!
Of course he would be sad after losing his beloved son.
But …
"That person called Zhang Dasheng is also his son."
"Yes, Old Zhang actually had three sons. However, because of the strange events in the village, one died and another ran away. Only Zhang Daqi is still by his father's side, but he's also a pitiful person. Old Zhang was originally delirious and often slashed his face with a knife. It's really pitiful. If you count it, there are seven scars on his face. Moreover, he's already grown up, but he still hasn't found a wife."
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