Southern Song Dynasty small landlord

Chapter 142 Refugees
Qin Shou's footsteps wandered aimlessly on the street, his eyes looked around, and the hawkers along the street kept shouting, but he found that there were no members of the Qinglang Gang on the street. I don't know if they didn't get up, or The leaders had already been found dead. Thinking of this, Qin Shou walked towards the Qinglang gang's garrison again.

Before they got close to the Blue Wolf gang's resident, they heard noisy voices, shouts, and fights from inside. It seemed that they already knew that the leaders had been killed, and they were now grabbing territory and fighting for power.

Since the Blue Wolf Gang is already in chaos, Qin Shou will naturally not move forward at this time, turn his feet, and walk towards the direction of Beicheng. There are many refugees fleeing the war outside the Beicheng. People naturally have no worries about food and drink wherever they go, but those without money can only get by outside the city.

Qin Shou hurried all the way. It took half an hour to walk out of the North City. When he came outside the city, he opened his eyes and saw old people and children with yellow and emaciated faces everywhere. The young people didn't see a few of them. They should go out to find work. , Qin Shou casually came to a listless old man.

He asked softly, "Old man, where are you fighting?"

The old man looked up at Qin Shou, seeing that Qin Shou didn't look like a bad guy, he squeezed out a smile, and asked, "We're here from Bianliang, are the petty officials looking for someone to work for?"

Qin Shou was not surprised when the old man asked this question, and said, "Where are the young and middle-aged people here?"

well!The old man let out a long sigh with disappointment in his eyes, but he was unwilling to let go of the benefactor in front of him, and asked, "Do small officials have to find young and middle-aged people to work? In fact, the old man has a lot of strength and can do any job."

Hey, Qin Shou gave a wry smile. It seems that this person has decided that he is here to find someone to work on. In the space where Qin Shou was chatting with the old man, many people have noticed this place and heard the old man's unwilling questioning. Immediately, many people gathered around to help.

It's just that although these people helped, they didn't dare to get close to Qin Shou. These people were dressed in rags, and most of them were old people, children and women. Qin Shou's eyes were a little sour when he saw it. It was these ordinary people who suffered the most in the war.

"Little official, do you want a woman who cooks? Even if you sell yourself, I just ask you to give me and my little grandson a bite of food." A gray-haired old man pulled a skinny little boy to his knees on the ground. Shou asked, his eyes full of expectation.

Qin Shou followed his reputation, and there were two people in front of him, the old one, the young one, the young one, the old one had gray hair, withered face, and wrinkles that almost covered his eyes, while the young one was only about four years old, with a thin body and sallow skin. A pair of big eyes are deeply embedded in the eye frame.

The little boy's eyes were full of red silk, he coughed a few times from time to time, two thick yellow snot flowed down the nostrils, Qin Shou glanced down, and was surprised to find that the little boy's belly was completely different from his body, the little belly was round and bulging Yes, like a seven-month-old pregnant woman.

This situation immediately attracted Qin Shou's attention. Qin Shou knelt down and said to the little boy, "Little brother, come here."

The little boy shrank back into the old man's arms in fear, and the old man was startled by Qin Shou's actions. He raised his eyelids and took a deep look at Qin Shou. He comforted him twice, and pushed the little boy out of his arms. Qin Shou took the boy over and hugged him on his lap.

Putting his index finger on the little boy's wrist, he examined it carefully, frowning from time to time, and asked the old man, "Old man, what have you given this boy these days?"

The old man opened his mouth and squirmed, but did not make a sound. Qin Shou immediately became a little anxious, and urged: "Old man, this child's condition is not good. Look at his swollen stomach. If you can't find the root cause of the disease urgently, you will Deadly!"

Hearing Qin Shou's heavy tone, the meaning of his words made the old man turn pale with fright, his lips squirmed again, opened several times, tears flowed down first, making people anxious, and at this moment the man standing next to the old man A disheveled woman spoke.

The woman pointed to the boy and said to Qin Shou: "Young official, this child is sick, but he has no money to seek medical treatment, so he went to the Guanyin Temple to ask for Guanyin soil and ate it for two days, and then, and then it became like this."

Qin Shou was dumbfounded when he heard it. He had read some reports on the ancient disaster victims on the Internet, and he had also heard the saying of eating Guanyin soil, but this was the first time he had seen a real person, especially a child. Why is the boy's belly so swollen.

He stared at the old man with hatred, sighed, and said, "Follow me."

The old man huddled and nodded. Seeing Qin Shou's ugly face, the people around him took the initiative to get out of the way. Qin Shou stood up, carried the boy and walked into the city. ?”

The old man took a step behind Qin Shou, bowed to Qin Shou's back, and said, "The old lady's surname is Han, and she is married to Mr. Song's family. Small officials can call me Song Han, or Mrs. Song, my grandson." My son's name is Song Dabao."

Qin Shou heard what the old man said, and asked again: "Then do you have other family members?"

Song Han shook his head, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied: "No, my son died on the battlefield, and my daughter-in-law also ran away with others. Alas, Dalang and I fled to the south with our grandson, and Dalang also fled to the south." Sick and died on the road, alas!"

Speaking of her sadness, Song Han choked up and buried her head deeply in her shoulders. Qin Shou didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hug the boy tightly, and the three of them were speechless all the way.

After walking for a while, the three of them entered the city gate. Not far from the city gate, they saw a shop selling buns. Qin Shou walked over with the boy in his arms and said, "Shopkeeper, please bring me some meat buns." .”

The fat middle-aged shopkeeper responded and asked, "Little official, how many buns do you want?"

Qin Shou said with a smile: "The shopkeeper, give me five. May I ask the shopkeeper where there is a medicine shop near here?"

"Oh, if you walk along this road, you can see it for a while. Here are the buns you want. It's fifteen coins in total." The middle-aged shopkeeper said as he wrapped the buns and handed them to Qin Shou.

Qin Shou took the buns and turned to the old man, "Are many of you short of food?"

With tears in his eyes, the old man nodded and said: "Many people have run out of money by this time, young people can still sell their strength, but people like us can't do anything, many people are short of food."

well!Qin Shou sighed, took out an ingot of silver from his bosom, handed it to the shopkeeper, and said, "Send your buns outside the city gate and distribute them to the disaster victims."

The shopkeeper looked at Qin Shou for a long time before taking the money, and said, "I only have more than 300 buns left here, one tael of silver is enough."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper lowered his head and opened the money jar, wanting to take out the broken silver to retrieve the remaining taels, but Qin Shou waved his hand and said: "The shopkeeper doesn't need to look for it, you can distribute the rest tomorrow, just treat it as I ordered it in advance." .”

Let’s talk, Qin Shou handed the bun to the old man, and took one to feed the little boy himself. The little boy only took a few mouthfuls, and then stopped eating. Qin Shou knew that his belly was distended, and the Guanyin soil couldn’t digest it, and it was even more difficult to pull it out. Now I can only find a way to let the little boy pull out the poop, so as to slowly solve the abdominal distension.

(End of this chapter)