Chapter Seventy-One: Xiaofan's Spring (I)
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Shun slipped in the house to help the kid who was as thin as a bamboo pole to apply medicine, and muttered in his mouth: "Apply scalding to the red bottle, and apply frostbite to the white bottle." Alas, what a bad luck. Have a good New Year, tired and tired, what do you want. ā
Looking at the black centipede-like wounds on Xiaoqiang's body, as well as many scars left after healing and growing new meat, Shunyu suddenly had goosebumps.
"You are really powerful, if you want to be me, you will bite your tongue and kill yourself a long time ago if you were to be replaced by me and endure so much torture."
Lin Lan pushed the door in and saw that Shunyu was giving medicine to Xiaoqiang, so he said, "How is it?" ā
"It looks like you can't die."
Lin Lan saw that this kid's lips were also a little bloody, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's really tenacious, it seems that Lord Yama also went to drink at the end of the year, and he didn't send ghosts to collect people." ā
When he first met this kid, Lin Lan almost thought it was a corpse, and if it weren't for the angry shout, he wouldn't dare to send this "popsicle" to the doctor.
"Go, cook these medicines and rice porridge." Lin Lan handed the things in his hand to Shunyo.
"Young master, what are we going to eat?" Shunyo sucked his fingers, forgetting that he had just helped someone with medicine.
Lin Lan yawned and said, "What can this store that hasn't opened outside now?" I brought some pickled steamed buns from the house, and you can steam them too. ā
Shunyo was suddenly in a bad mood, pouting, not to mention how uncomfortable it was in his heart, grinding and grinding, and he was a little unwilling to boil the medicine.
Dr. Hu Xingtang took the time to come yesterday night, and after seeing the condition, he was speechless in surprise, he didn't expect to recover so well.
Yesterday, I said goodbye to Zhen Shiyin, and was scolded by the father who went up the mountain, and when I returned to the Lin Mansion, I was dragged to the door to pay New Year's greetings, and Lin Lan also went to Xia Qian's Mansion by the way to worship for a New Year.
It's good not to go, but it's terrible to go, and Xia Qian took him to visit many famous Confucians in Yangzhou City. When I returned to the house again, it was already night. Lin Lan didn't care about the two people in the bamboo forest building, so she slept on the bed to comfort her two legs who hadn't stopped for a moment for a day.
Today, Lin Lan got up, took some food, and went to Hu Xingtang to grab some medicine to nourish his body, and then rushed over.
The fur coat had already taken up the bloodstains, and after being washed smoothly, it was left to dry outside the house. It's been raining for the past two days, and I don't know when it will be clear.
Lin Lan lifted the quilt and was relieved to see that the wounds were all wrapped smoothly and carefully.
"Hmm!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."
The young man who suddenly woke up curled up, put his hands on his head, and made a whimpering sound, until Lin Lan spoke, he slowly calmed down tentatively, looked at Lin Lan, and said, "This ...... Over here...... Where? ā
"The wounds on your body haven't healed yet, so lie down quickly. You fainted in the street that night, and I saved you. ā
The young man looked around, and then looked at the window that was shining through, and the tears in his eyes flowed imperceptibly, and his mouth let out a whimpering cry.
Lin Lan understood that after suffering so much miserable torture, it was normal to vent, so she sat on the side and drank tea quietly, waiting for him to calm down.
After a long time, even Shunyo cooked the porridge, boiled the medicine, steamed the buns, took a small bench and squatted beside Lin Lan to eat the buns.
"Young master, is this person sick?"
Lin Lan took a sip of tea and said, "Eat your buns." ā
It was a long time before the man stopped sobbing.
"Can you tell me what your name is?" Lin Lan saw that Sao Nian had calmed down, so he asked.
Sao Nian nodded and said, "Xiao Fan." ā
"Well, Xiaofan, drink some porridge, and then drink the medicine, let's talk about it again." Lin Lan brought him the porridge.
Hearing the sound of drinking porridge, Shun Yo smiled and said, "It's good to eat." ā
A small bowl of porridge was put into his stomach, and Xiao Fan didn't seem to think it was enough, so he asked a little shyly: "Benefactor, can you ...... Give me another bowl? ā
He hadn't drunk porridge for a long time, and in that purgatory, he would always eat spoiled nests, sometimes even moldy.
"Your body has just woken up, you have to come a little bit, now you can fill up three points full, if you want to eat in the future, it's no problem to bring you a bucket." Lin Lan handed over the medicine again, "The doctor said, the good thing about the injuries on your body is that the weather is cold, otherwise it will rot faster when it is hot." ā
Xiao Fan drank the medicine, nodded and said, "What he said is very right." The weather is not only difficult to get better, but also maggots. "It's hard to imagine how much torture was going through in that purgatory to make a teenager have such a vicissitudes of life.
Lin Lan raised his eyebrows, he noticed that when Xiao Fan said this, he seemed to be very calm, so he asked, "Can you tell me what happened to you?" Although I know this is a painful memory for you to come, I believe that there are many more like you waiting to be saved. ā
Xiao Fan glanced at the decoration in the room and said slowly: "You'd better not know." He didn't want Lin Lan to put himself in danger.
Lin Lan took out the salt cake in the paper package and said, "Looking at the color, it should be a private salt." My father is a hand-picked salt inspector, and it is a matter of duty to investigate and deal with illegal salt. ā
Xiao Fan's pupils shrank, although he didn't know how big an official the salt patrol was, but the size was an official, so he said: "Little official, you ...... Are you serious? ā
"Is this still fake?" Shunyo stood up, "Could it be that you think my young master is making fun of you?" ā
Xiao Fan said a little excitedly: "That's really ...... Thank you so much. If you can save my hard-working brothers, you can let me be a cow and a horse from now on. ā
"How many of you are imprisoned?"
"Fifty, fifty-seven before, seven dead." Xiao Fan said calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Tell me, how did you get imprisoned?" More than 50 people are missing, and the government should report it, and I have never heard of such a large case of missing people recently. Don't look at the backward and stable era in ancient times, the crime rate was extremely low, and in some places, the people were simple, and the county magistrate could not hear a few cases all year round.
Some trivial matters of stealing chickens and dogs are dealt with at the level of "non-governmental" organizations like the chief and the patriarch, and they are not worth reporting to the official at all. Homicide cases, missing people, these are already big cases, especially more than 50 people missing.
Xiao Fan said slowly: "We are all street children, and we have eaten the last meal but not the next." Some were tricked in, and some were so hungry that they fainted and were dragged straight in. ā
Lin Lan understood now, these homeless children have no household registration, and no one knows about their disappearance, but without these people, the county master has saved a lot of trouble.