Chapter Twenty-Eight: Classmates

"Say it again. Chu Fengge's expression was calm and terrifying, as if every inch of skin and flesh on his face had frozen and ossified, hiding the turbulent waves in his body.

"The gentleman said...... This trip is dangerous, it is better to ...... He ...... for the prince" The servant's voice trembled, and he couldn't even speak, so he steadied his hands and put a piece of jade pendant on the table. "If you die...... Please also ask the prince to bury the jade pendant with him......"

The swimming fish carved on the jade pendant is lifelike, which piece he once asked Wei Heming for.

"Chase people back. He almost crushed the jade pendant, and every bone was steaming cold.

The doorman behind him was bold, but he still knelt down and said, "Please think twice, don't let down Mr. Wang's hard work."

Chu Fengge's eyes were about to drip blood: "I said chase people back!"

There was silence.

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Sixty or seventy people came and went inside and outside the yamen, and outside the door was a temporary porridge shed medical shelter, and the smell of porridge water and medicine mixed with the smell of the homeless people filled the entire yamen.

Some of these prisoners were recording the epidemic situation with the doctor, a few were helping to give porridge, a few were nesting in a corner of the yamen for a few days and nights, and some were returning from the places where the epidemic was most severe, and their faces were full of fatigue.

The people of Xuzhou are yellow and emaciated, people die almost every day and every night, and the mourning of relatives can always be resounded inside and outside the yamen.

Wei Heming could hear this voice, He Lan could hear it, and the prisoners could also hear it.

This group of people is either rich or expensive in the country, and they also have a talent at the worst, and they like to talk about nothing and sit and talk about it on weekdays, but now they are afraid that they will not even have the energy to say a word.

Wei Heming was afraid of infecting others with the epidemic, so he tried to do some pen work, went out less, and asked He Lan to go to his house less. Sitting alone in the room, holding an account book to arrange turnover, this is the state he is most familiar with.

With him in charge of the yamen, all matters became much clearer, and the prisoners came and went, often asking him: "How much grain is left in the granary?" "I wonder if the epidemic can be cured?" and "How many displaced people have been added to the yamen today?"

There are also concerns about his body: "Wei Xiaogongzi's health is better?"

Over time, the prisoners developed the habit of coming to him for inquiries and reports on everything.

If at the beginning, this group of prisoners despised him when he was young, but after this series of changes, they saw the livelihood of the people in Xuzhou, and saw Chu Fengge's thunder methods, and they came back to see Wei Heming, but they were really close.

It's just that I don't want Chu Fengge to leave Beijing for a few days on the front foot, and Wei Heming's condition on the back foot began to recur, and the fever at night several times scared the doctor half to death.

Later, another prisoner had a fever on his body, as if he had an epidemic, so Wei Heming simply closed the door and thanked the guests, and all the exchanges were separated by the door panel.

He Lan squatted at his door and shook a fan to persuade: "Even if you close the door, why don't you even refuse to let it in? If you really have something, we can't even receive the news." ”

Wei Heming's throat was half hoarse, and he said through the door: "This disease has not been cured yet, why implicate him?"

He Lan sighed again, squinted her eyes, and held a folding fan to block the sun: "How can you let me explain to your father and the little prince?"

Wei Heming said in his heart, who is not good for you to mention, but you prefer to mention the one who gives him a headache: "What's the matter with him?"

"Little prince, he ...... That's it. He Lan was not in the mood to be a Taoist now, and there was no longer that casual expression on his face, and he said in a low voice: "Wei Heming, you must not have anything." ”

Wei He's voice came out through the door panel, and he smiled slightly: "Master, I haven't been admitted to the top yet, how can I be willing to die like this in the name of Xie Yuan." ”

He Lan sighed lightly: "It's better to be like this." ”

Wei Heming coughed twice in the door, and smiled bitterly: Life and death are fateful, where is he who he doesn't want to want.

Within a few days, He Lan brought a woman, saying that she was here to serve him, and made Wei Heming cry and laugh: "What kind of trouble are you making here...... By no means, you must send this lady back. ”

He Lan said through the door: "Since you are afraid that others will be infected, then I will find you someone who is already infected, this lady was infected with the plague two days ago, and she has a daughter to take care of, you should take pity on her, let her serve you, and I will pay her some salary." ”

This time, he didn't come alone, but he brought two of the most eloquent prisoners from the country, as if you have to agree and agree if you don't agree.

Wei Heming couldn't, so he could only agree to let the woman help take care of the house and bring tea and water.

Soon, He Lan brought another doctor, claiming that this doctor wanted to study the epidemic quietly, and that there should be a separate room with patients, thinking that he was the only one in the whole of Xuzhou, so he sent the person.

This time, He Lan was surrounded by two doctors full of medical treatment, and they were all about to stuff the doctors into his room.

Wei Heming sighed, and invited the doctor into the room again, and even a sneeze had to be conditioned by the pulse for twelve hours a day.

A few days later, He Lan found another scholar to come over, saying that this child was also infected with the epidemic and was a helpless homeless person.

Wei Heming refused to accept anything this time, and just wanted to invite the two people in the house out, but he saw two big men beside He Lan, and threw the scholar into the door, and blocked the door to death.

Wei Heming: "......" counts you as a kind.

He Lan smiled like a fat cat that had stolen a fish: "Heming, I'll trouble you." ”

There was another chirping scholar in the room.

After waiting for a while, He Lan sent another cook, claiming that this cook was determined to repay the kindness of the disaster relief Qin Cha and must cook for him, otherwise he would touch the pillar on the spot, Wei Heming decided to resolutely stop believing his nonsense.

"The people of Xuzhou are still boring, but you are diligent!" Wei Heming pushed the door open. "Send these people back to me, I don't need it!"

This time, he saw a group of prisoners outside the door staring at him.

He Lan squinted and chuckled, shook his head and sighed: "I don't want to either, these people are not sent by me, they all have a share." ”

The baby-faced Song Supervisor laughed at him twice, pointed at the cook and said, "This is the head of my family...... Originally, my mother was afraid that I would not be able to eat well, so she sent me to accompany her. ”

When he came, the supervisor who complained the most coughed and asked the scholar, "How many days have you served with all your heart?"

Xiao Tong grinned: "Don't dare to slack off." ”

Gu Supervisor, who was the most arrogant on weekdays, only arched his hand at the woman: "It's hard work." ”

The woman was blessed: "I dare not be ashamed." ”

Wei Heming glared at the doctor: "Whose family is Mr."

The gentleman stroked his beard lightly and smiled: "The old man invited himself to heal the adults." ”

"You ......" I don't know if the child's love is too intense, or because he has never experienced such a scene, Wei Heming's words rushed to his mouth, and he choked, and even his eyes were a little red for a while.

Only then did he look more like a twelve-year-old boy standing between this group of older classmates.

Song Jiansheng was the most courageous, and when he came over, he rubbed his head: "How old are you, the youngest brothers in my family are a year older than you, and there are our brothers." ”

Wei Heming couldn't cry or laugh when he heard this, but he felt that a certain part of his heart was touched, and finally he only let out a low "um".

He still looks like a little teenager, how do you look at it, Song Jiansheng's eyes are hot, and he said, "Or...... Why don't you call my brother to listen to it first?"

Everyone booed, this Song prisoner has always been regarded as a descendant because of his baby-faced, but now he has come to find a complement in Wei Heming.

The Wen supervisor tore open the surname Song, and coughed as if he had an epidemic: "That...... I...... When I came, I said a lot of sad things, and I was offended, and I couldn't help it. ”

Wei Heming raised his head and smiled: "When are you talking about?"

Wen Jian Sheng smiled and couldn't help but rub his hair.

Gu Jiansheng stood in front of him and said with a cold face: "I had a fever a few days ago. ”

Wei Heming was stunned: "You ......"

"I'm just typhoid fever. You don't have to close your door without the disease. Gu Jiansheng said, pausing: "You...... These days, it's been very good. ”

Wei Heming nodded vigorously.

Gu Jiansheng looked at his head that was kneaded into a bird's nest several times, but he couldn't help it, and he also rubbed a few handfuls.

He Lan saw it interestingly, and also came over to join in the fun, rubbed two handfuls and said with emotion: "Sure enough, the child's hair is still fine and soft, how can we five big and three thick feel like this." ”

As soon as these words fell, the scene was terrible, and a group of people chased Wei Heming to rub his hair, which scared him into headshots.

The prisoners made a fuss for more than an hour, and then they gave each other their hands and left with a smile on their faces.

Wei Heming sat on the steps, took a comb to comb the messy hair little by little, picked up the hairpin to tie himself in a bun, but He Lan took the comb away, and said with a smile: "You also combed this bun?"

Wei Heming is only twelve, and it stands to reason that he should comb the general horn, but the Guozijian he entered in advance, in order not to be too conspicuous, he combs his hair in a bun on weekdays.

He Lan was interested, he must see what he looked like when he combed the horns, but he was also a big man, where would he comb his hair, and the size of the bun comb on both sides was different, so he smiled at Wei Heming and leaned back.

Wei Heming also laughed with him, and said after a long time: "Thank you." ”

He Lan still had a smile in the corner of his eyes: "Thank me for what? You don't know, I told them that you were seriously ill alone in your room, and there was no one to wait, and they were all three points more anxious than me. ”

Wei Heming blinked: "Then just think it's me thanking you for combing my hair in this bun." ”

He Lan laughed again.