"This is a prescription, I don't have all the medicine here, you have to go to the city to get the medicine. The right hand has been completely wasted, and this ice and snow has been delayed for so long, even Hua Tuo has no way to live again. Alas, the others are skin wounds. Lang Zhong handed the prescription to Qing Bo and instructed.

Jiang Chun and Xingni rushed in from the outside all the way, shouting: "Lang Zhong, Lang Zhong, go to the ancestral hall, no, go to Xiu'er's house, someone is injured." ”

After the two finished speaking, a few more people came outside, and the first one was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, still wearing sacrificial clothes, and he was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. The clothes were sewn by Aunt Rong and Wang Li, and the thirty people who recited the sacrificial words in the Winter Moon Festival wore this kind of clothes.

"Lang Zhong, hurry up, help." The man's face was anxious, and his face was sweating a lot in the winter, so he pulled Lang Zhong and rushed out.

A group of people came and went, Jiang Chun wanted to follow the crowd back to see if the injured person was okay, but when he walked to the door and heard Xingni's voice, he suddenly stopped.

"Who was hurt? Is it Ryoko? ”

Jiang Chun turned back suddenly, and Qing Bo couldn't bear to tell Xingni this cruel truth.

"Xingni, Zhao Liang just fell asleep, you go in and see him." Jiang Quinoa stood at the door with a gloomy face and said.

Jiang Chun had a bad premonition in his heart, and held Xingni's hand tightly and entered the house with her. The room was dimly lit, but they still saw Zhao Liang lying on the bed covered in injuries at a glance.

Xingni held Zhao Liang's hand, wanting to cry but not daring to cry, for fear of waking him up.

Jiang Chun felt uncomfortable inside, came out with red eyes, and asked angrily, "Why did he become like this?" Did you go to gamble again and be beaten? ”

Jiang Quinoa shook his head and said, "No, I hurt him." Saying that, she turned her head, looked at Jiang Chun's eyes, and asked seriously: "Jiang Chun, if I tell you that next year will be a year of great drought, there will be no grain harvest, and many people will starve to death, do you believe it?" ”

"Huh?" Jiang Chun's eyes widened, and after digesting what Jiang Quinoa said, he waved his hand and said, "Impossible, how is this possible?" It is said that the snow is a good year, and the old crops in the village have said that next year will definitely be a bumper harvest year, how can it be a year of great drought? Miss, who are you listening to nonsense? ”

Yes, this is everyone's reaction, she also asked Uncle Qing, Uncle Qing also said in the same tone, thinking that next year will be a bumper harvest, and then sold the excess grain at home, and the money from the sale was sent to the capital to give her father and mother.

Even Qingbo didn't believe her words, who could believe it?

When he was closed to Qingbo, Jiang Quinoa stopped mentioning it. Later, when she met Zhao Liang, she borrowed Zhao Liang's hand to save two hundred taels of silver, she originally planned to use the two hundred taels of silver as travel expenses in the spring of next year, and went to the capital to ask her father and mother for an answer, but she changed her mind when she went back to the town.

She can leave with the travel expenses, but what about Jiang Buzhuo, Zhao Liang, Xingni, and Jiang Chun? Some of them loved her as a sister, some respected her as a benefactor, and some treated her as a friend, and she didn't want to give them hope just now, and turn around and break their hopes.

She wanted to save them, and even more people.

She told Zhao Liang that there would be a drought next year, and Zhao Liang asked him what he could do without saying a word, and then she gave him two hundred taels of silver and asked him to go to the gambling house to gamble for money.

Zhao Liang took the silver and didn't tell anyone, so he went to the gambling house and went for three days and three nights.

She agreed with Zhao Liang that today was the last day, and on this day, no matter whether Zhao Liang won or lost, she would have to come back. Zhao Liang didn't come back last night, so she didn't worry about letting Jiang Tiezhu pick him up, but she didn't expect him to meet a villain.

Listening to Zhao Liang's meaning, the person who beat him should be a gambler in the gambling house, and he lost money in betting, and he felt uncomfortable. I saw that he had won money, so I wanted to rob him, and taught him a lesson by the way.

In the past, I heard others say that gamblers are dead, but today Jiang Quinoa can be regarded as a real witness. Zhao Liang is only fifteen years old, and his good right hand is wasted like this.

Jiang Chun smiled for a while and saw Jiang Quinoa's serious face, and slowly put away the smile on his face, "Miss, you really didn't lie to me?" ”

Jiang Qu sighed and shook his head: "What I said is true, and I also believe that next year will be a year of great drought." ”

No one spoke in the room for a while, and after a while, Jiang Chun digested the news he heard, and asked timidly, "Then what does this matter have to do with Brother Liangzi?" ”

"I hurt him." Jiang Quinoa looked in the direction of the room and said in a low voice: "If I don't tell him the news, don't let him gamble, and don't want to save those people, Zhao Liang won't be jealous because of winning, and he won't invite this disaster, he won't be injured, and his arm won't be broken." He has gradually gotten rid of his bad habits, he and Xingni will have a good future, all of this is ruined by me, ruined by me! At the end, Jiang Quinoa couldn't stop crying. She had never been so sad, and the weight of the huge guilt weighed on her heart, leaving her breathless.

Jiang Chun looked at Jiang Quinoa who was crying in a little stunned, she never thought that this eldest lady, who had always been a little mysterious and low-key, would cry like a lost child in front of her when she was so vulnerable.

"It's not your fault, it's not you're blamed, it's the person who talks nonsense. Miss, you are only young and ignorant to be deceived, and you are also kind and want to save people, which is not your fault. Jiang Chun comforted him a little dryly.

Jiang Chun said that she didn't blame her, Zhao Liang said that it was fate, she just didn't believe in fate, she just wanted to change her life, she saved Zhao Liang once, so that he escaped the fate of being broken and crippled, but she didn't want her fate to really change. She made a move to change the trajectory of Zhao Liang's life, but she made Zhao Liang's fate the same as in her previous life, can't they escape their lives?

Can't escape?

Jiang Quinoa cried bitterly not only because Zhao Liang's arm was crippled, but also because of this incident, her hard-won hope was completely shattered. She can't help others, and she can't help herself. Zhao Liang's arm is still crippled, what about her? Will it still be the same as in the previous life, slandered and unjustly killed?

"It's ridiculous, I thought I could get away with it! Chun'er, I thought I could get away with it! I'm too naïve, I want to help you, I want to help your mother, I want to help Zhao Liang, I also want to help myself change my fate, but God doesn't want to let us go, he doesn't let go of Zhao Liang, you see, Zhao Liang's arm is still disabled. What's next, is it your mother or me? Why, what exactly are we doing wrong, why is this happening to us, why, why! Jiang Quinoa sat down on the ground and looked up to the sky and asked.