Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 444 Thunderbolt

Dugu Han was sitting alone in the ward eating. Her mind was still very confused. Although she had made such preparations in her previous plans, she was still a little confused when the time came.

But now that things have come to this, she doesn't have much to think about. In fact, she is quite happy after thinking about it carefully.

She has always had a dream, which is how to break the curse of the Dugu family, the curse of being a dependent, and now her child may become the person who breaks the curse.

If it is a boy, he should be taught to study hard under his father. If it is a girl, she should be a happy girl who will not be bullied or shoulder the responsibility of the family.

After all, given that bastard's personality, he would never allow his daughter to rely on drugs to maintain her male appearance. If anyone asked her to do that, he would twist off their head and kick it like a ball.

Apart from anything else, at least on this point, Xia really gave Dugu Han a full sense of security, so that she at least had no fear for the child's future and would not worry that the child would repeat her mistakes.

Putting the empty bowl aside, she clapped her hands, and her trusted aides immediately came in. Dugu Han continued, "I will be staying here for the next few days. You can bring the county's affairs here for me to handle. If it's not a big deal, don't bother me."

"Understood, Patriarch. Any other instructions?"

"No, go ahead. Oh, by the way, this place is too shabby. Go, donate some money and donate another courtyard here."

"Then how much should the owner of the house donate?"

"Hmm..." Dugu Han's abacus began to click in his mind: "We made a lot of money this time. Even if I take 30%, it should be 10 million. I'll donate 3 million taels. This run-down place makes me feel uncomfortable living here."

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

"Go."

Dugu Han was determined to keep the baby here, but she didn't like the environment here. She had some money, but it was not easy to give birth to a child. Dong Niang said that with Dugu Han's body, being able to get pregnant was a godsend. If she failed, she wouldn't know when she would be able to have a baby in the future.

So no matter who the child belongs to, if Dugu Han wants to give birth to this child safely, she can't go anywhere these days and can only live in the medical school.

The daily hospitalization fee is twenty taels.

When the offer came out, Dugu Han thought Dong Niang looked down on her, but she was too embarrassed to say it. After Dong Niang went out, she talked about this with others, and everyone said that Dong Niang was too cruel.

But Dong Niang said this at the time: "She is very rich. If I wasn't afraid of her losing her temper, I would have asked her for fifty taels a day!"

But how can I say it? Dong Niang still didn't have much idea about rich people. When the three million taels of bills were placed in front of her, Dong Niang held the box and refused to let go. She had already planned to go to medical school fifty years later.

Of course, Dugu Han’s hospitalization fee was also increased to fifty taels per day.

"She really doesn't think highly of me." Dugu Han complained to Tang Bao'er who came to visit him, "If this gets out, my precious life is only worth fifty taels a day, wouldn't that make people laugh? But I can't ask for it, so you go and tell her to serve me at two hundred taels a day, and it will be no less than that."

"I think you're just too excited." Tang Baoer looked at Xiao Douya, who was lying on the bed and complaining, and touched her forehead with her hand: "What happened to you? Why did you suddenly fall ill?"

"Uh huh huh huh..."

"What are you humming?"

"I don't know what to say either."

Tang Baoer looked Xiao Douya up and down and said, "Just say what you want to say. Why are you afraid to say it? Do you have any serious illness?"

Dugu Han didn't answer, but just laughed, then leaned forward: "I have it."

Tang Baoer's face collapsed immediately, and Dugu Han continued, "Oh, Sister Tang hasn't made any movement for so long, is that not okay?"

At that moment, Tang Baoer felt like the sky was falling, not because she was pregnant, but because she said she couldn't do it.

Dugu Han, who seemed aloof and unapproachable to outsiders, was actually a bitch. A bitch aura flowed through her internal organs, emanating from her inside out, erupting from time to time and disgusting people who were familiar with her.

She is rude in every way. Anyone who has a deeper relationship with her can sense the contrast between her appearance and her inner self and her corrupt character...

"Really?"

"Yes!" Dugu Han raised his chin when he agreed: "Yes, Dong Niang said it's as big as a little mouse."

"who?"

"What do you think?" The ward suddenly fell into a strange silence. Tang Baoer pondered for a few seconds and asked, "The prince's?"

"That's it." Dugu Han slapped his thigh: "Da Wei is gone."

"Okay, have a good rest. I won't disturb you today."

"Okay, sister. I'm going to trouble you to take care of the county's affairs these days. I'm heavy and it's not convenient for me to do some things."

"Just lie down and stop talking nonsense."

Tang Baoer got up and left, but Dugu Han was laughing so hard that she couldn't turn over in her bed. Then she took out some banknotes and prepared to continue writing her unfinished novel.

I took out all these things and was just about to start lying down to write as usual, but suddenly I felt that this was not a good way to go, so I simply put on my shoes and went to the table. After sitting down, I felt that the stool was cold and hard.

"Mei'er, come and light the stove, and fetch a goose-down cushion."

Anyway, it seemed that overnight she was no longer the Dugu Han who led a large army around the world to capture the Jiangbei family. She became fragile and pretentious.

After lighting the stove and adding a pad, she felt the room was too dark and wanted to ask someone to put a skylight upstairs. Then she felt that the colors around it were not nice and the floor was an eyesore.

After a lot of trouble, in the end even the King of Medicine, who was proving the pharmacology, was involved.

"Hand, stretch out."

Doctor Sun asked her to stretch out her hand, and Dugu Han stretched out her hand obediently. The doctor put two fingers together, closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "Your heart fire is too strong, which is not good for your pregnancy. Let me give you a few injections."

As he spoke, Doctor Sun took out three silver needles from his bag. The needles were three feet long. If they were longer, they would almost be as tall as Dugu Han. After seeing the needles, Dugu Han's legs went weak: "Doctor... where do you want to insert the needle?"

"Enter through the right shoulder and exit through the left rib."

Hearing this description, Dugu Han immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Doctor Sun felt her pulse and then put away the silver needle: "Well, it's fine. The heart fire has subsided. Take good care of yourself."

After saying that, he left. At this moment, Dugu Han was sitting in the room again. She really felt uncomfortable without looking at anything. After a long silence, she slapped the table and said, "What a miracle doctor..."

After Dugu Hanle calmed down, she looked at the manuscript of her book. The more she read, the worse it seemed. She simply crumpled it up and threw it aside. Without a word, she threw away the two years of hard work. After pondering for a moment, she finally wrote down three words on a new piece of paper - Dream of a Brothel.

As for whether this brothel dream is serious or not, it is called a brothel dream, so how can it be serious? Her conceptual outline is that a young lady from a wealthy family has been living a life of luxury since childhood, but later her family fell into poverty and she was framed by a villain, which led to her ending up in a brothel.

At that time, Dugu Han didn’t know how to write sex scenes, so all the previous drafts had to be discarded. It’s impossible to write a good work if you rely solely on imagination without practice...

At the same time, Xia Lin was squatting in front of a house, taking classes with a group of village teachers. He didn't even know that he was about to become a father. His primary goal at the moment was how to spend the New Year peacefully in the counties that he was temporarily taking over.

These counties have long been troubled by the Buddhist kingdom. According to records, there should be 27,000 households and more than 115,000 people in the six counties, but now the actual number is less than 30,000. The rest have either become monks or fled with their families.

We have lost all our land, and if we stay here we will basically starve to death.

After Xia Lin arrived, he immediately dismissed the county magistrates of the six counties and replaced them with his own people to take temporary charge. However, it was obviously winter and there was definitely nothing left in the fields. The most important thing at the moment was to ensure the stability of arable land for next year.

So he is now holding a meeting with such a group of township heads to discuss land distribution. After all, the approval and verification by the Ministry of Households, as well as the case trials by the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple cannot be completed in a day or two. The land cannot be left idle, not to mention that there are so many people who need to eat. Although there are corresponding response measures, relevant plans still need to come out.

"That's the thing. You should go to your respective villages as much as possible and ask those who are outside to come back. Before the land is redistributed, I will ensure that everyone has food to eat. After the land is redistributed, I will ensure that everyone can get a share of the land."

In fact, it is unrealistic to want all the people originally listed in the Dinglu to come back. Many of them have no idea where they have gone. Probably only ten to two or thirteen can be called back. In addition, with Wang Shichong's rebellion and transfer in previous years, the entire Henan Province has been reshuffled three times.

But no matter what, we still need to have some plan. If it doesn't work, we can just recruit refugees from outside. Migration is not something particularly uncommon.

The court said that wherever Xia Lin went, he would have to be surnamed Xia. This was really a correct estimation of his ability. He had only been here for a short time, but he had already sorted out all the messy old issues in the six counties, and the people now had extremely high expectations of him.

So what he said really mattered. As soon as the mobilization was completed, the people under him started to take action.

Supplies from Fuliang also arrived one after another, and of course, 10,000 new troops were also drawn out and came here as hired private soldiers.

The rest depends on the mobilization situation of Zhuo Heng. Counting the days, many refugees who have lost their land in Henan Province will probably come here in the next ten days or so.

(End of this chapter)