[Chapter 155 Chapter 155 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (32)]
"My beautiful lady, please go out. It's too dangerous here." Lian Qiao said with a troubled look on his face.
She wanted her grandma to get treatment, but she didn't want to implicate her good sister.
Yan Qing took her hand and said, "Don't be afraid. I drank some protective medicine beforehand."
When she reached the shabby shed at the end, she saw the frail old man lying on the hay.
Seeing her, the old woman sat up and looked at her with her eyes full of vicissitudes.
"My dear lady." The old man was about to kneel down in front of her, but she held his arm.
Yan Qing said gently, "Mother-in-law, you don't have to do this."
The old woman turned the hay over, arranged it, and sat cross-legged on the side.
She sat down straight away, facing him.
Lian Qiao also sat next to them and praised Yan Qing in front of grandma, making her laugh and cry.
"Qiao'er likes the girl very much." The old man touched the girl's head. "She has a strong sense of good and evil since she was a child. Those who can win her favor are all kind people."
Yan Qing looked at the little girl: "It turns out that little Lianqiao is so powerful."
"Of course I'm very good." The little girl raised her head proudly.
He looks somewhat like Xu Wenxuan.
I think he has been staying in Zecheng for a few days to deal with a bandit case, and he should be here soon.
"I came to see Grandma to ask you something." Yan Qing didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Where do the people infected with the disease live?"
Before the old woman opened her mouth, Lian Qiao answered cheerfully: "Beautiful sister, you have asked the right person. I know everything."
"The people here come from Tonggu Alley, Tongluo Alley, Fenghua Alley, Dashui Village, Quhe Village..."
She listed more than ten place names in one breath.
Yan Qing filtered these places in her mind and compared them with the local records and maps she had flipped through.
Seeing her deep gaze in thought, the old woman said, "Qiao'er, go check on Uncle Yao."
She sent Lian Qiao away and then looked at Yan Qing.
"Young lady, you should have heard from Qiao'er that I am a midwife and can treat women's diseases." The old man said calmly, "Qiao'er has a photographic memory. She has followed me around the streets since she was a child, so she recognizes many people."
There was still wisdom in her not-so-cloudy eyes, and she supported Lian Qiao's answer with calm words.
Yan Qing listened attentively, and waited until she finished speaking before saying, "My mother-in-law must have noticed something unusual."
She took off her hood and veil, revealing her true face and being honest with the other party.
"What are you talking about, young lady? I don't understand." The old woman closed her eyes, looking like she would fall asleep at any moment.
Yan Qing stared at her face and said firmly: "This plague is indeed man-made. Mother-in-law knew about it a long time ago."
The old man opened his eyes, chuckled, and avoided her words and suddenly asked: "What do you want, girl?"
Yan Qing met her eyes that were as peaceful as a quiet pond, and thought for a moment before replying, "The world is one."
"Haha." The old man smiled.
It's hard to tell whether he is mocking her wild ideas or praising her lofty ambitions.
Yan Qing was not displeased at all.
The female doctor who has been running around among the poor people for many years has more or less connections with the so-called patients who were brought here.
They, their relatives, friends, and fellow villagers always have received her treatment.
As such, she has a say in the entire epidemic area.
"They put a slow poison in the porridge they gave to the poor." The old man finally spoke under her stubborn gaze, "It's also in the clear porridge they sent recently."
It was true that the warehouses were opened to release grain, but the good rice was sold to the rich in the city in cooperation with unscrupulous merchants.
The porridge distributed to the lower-class civilians was a mixture of rice bran used to feed livestock and a few half-full grains of rice.
Yan Qing pursed his lips, and then stammered: "It is true."
This subtle poison was added to the relief porridge in small amounts and multiple times to create the illusion of an epidemic.
He also deliberately guided doctors to conduct research in the direction of the plague.
In the end, in order to show the seriousness of the situation, he even poisoned Doctor Hu.
By burning these so-called "infected with the disease" civilians to death, the government could easily embezzle the disaster relief funds.
As long as the news spread that the imperial envoy wanted to burn them to death, the people on the verge of death would rise up in anger and resist, and all their hatred would be focused on Han Sheng.
After he dies, the government will suppress the mob.
They could also claim credit for their efforts in isolating the disaster and handling it properly, and then pocket the burial expenses given to the people who died in the disaster.
"I can save everyone." Yan Qing said to the old man.
"Take Qiao'er out. She can help you find a way to detoxify." The old man looked into her eyes for a long while before speaking, "This child has eaten thousands of herbs and is immune to all poisons."
Yan Qing's pupils shrank slightly.
No wonder, the little girl didn’t have any poisoning reaction when eating the same thing.
After she finished speaking, the old woman’s forced spirit weakened. She could just sit normally, but now she could no longer support herself.
Yan Qing helped her lie down, and seeing her pale face, he promised: "I will protect little Lianqiao."
"Thank you very much." The old woman's voice was hoarse and her breathing slowed down, as if she had just experienced a last burst of energy.
She asked Lian Qiao, who had just returned, to ask Uncle Yao to organize several village leaders and instruct them to manage the villagers and obey Yan Qing's orders.
I only had time to say one sentence: "Follow the nobleman carefully..."
His hands fell limply, his eyes were closed tightly without a trace of life.
There was still a peaceful smile on the corners of his lips.
She was already old, suffering from a serious illness and having been poisoned, her body had long been unable to bear the burden.
"Grandma!" Lian Qiao lay on her and cried bitterly.
"What's going on?" The leaders of several villages saw that everyone in the epidemic area had gathered around them.
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
The scattered sounds gradually gathered into a torrent, and the people, who had been tortured by the poison to the point where they could no longer look like human beings, gathered around like zombies.
They rushed over here like fish swimming upstream, all glaring at Yan Qing with resentment.
Seeing Grandma Lianqiao's body and with a few people in charge standing in front of them, these people were able to regain some sense.
"What's going on?" Uncle Yao asked someone he knew.
Fang learned that the news came from outside that the court was ready to give up on them, so they just randomly found a female doctor with no special skills to deal with them.
Lian Qiao wiped away her tears, her eyes still red and swollen: "Nonsense! The beautiful lady is amazing!"
Grandma told them to follow the pretty lady, and that she would definitely be their savior.
Her grandma never tells lies.
"The oil that's going to burn us to death has been poured out!" someone shouted angrily.
The echoes came one after another.
Under heavy guard, they could not seek justice from anyone outside, so they could only target Yan Qing who came in as a representative of the official.
Yan Qing looked at them, his eyes filled with anger, despair, and a desire for life.
She came out from behind Lian Qiao, who was holding her arms sideways like a protective child, and raised her voice: "An effective prescription for this epidemic has been preliminarily verified. I will not give up on any of you."
In her own name, not the royal court.
Do good things without leaving your name?
She was never that kind of person.
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