Di Ying smiled, retracted her hand and said, "Old man, you can't be careless about this disease. You can't work so hard again in the future. Did you come out on your own? Then just lie here for a while and I'll give you a prescription."
As soon as the old man heard the prescription, he looked embarrassed and wanted to shake his head.
Di Ying said hurriedly: "Don't worry, I'll pay for the medicine. You can't be anxious or angry because of your illness. If you don't want to become a paralytic, you have to be obedient. Remember?"
The old man blinked his eyes and seemed a little at a loss, but in the end he nodded obediently.
Upon seeing this, Di Ying asked Peng Liang to look at the old man, talk to the old man, and ask about the old man's address.
I went to the clothing store where the cloth had been "robbed", and while paying the money, I borrowed someone else's pen and paper and wrote a prescription.
One cure for one, one disease for one. The payment will be made later.
Di Yinglong signed in a flash: "Di Huaijie" after the three words, blowing the ink, while praising the shopkeeper: "Not bad, you didn't ask for money?"
The shopkeeper: "...You are an official, and these are your guards. I don't dare to ask for your courage."
Di Ying: "...This official in Ningzhou City often takes things from people without giving them money?"
"No, no, no, it's nothing."
The shopkeeper quickly shook his head like a rattle and denied it repeatedly: "This is a small shop, we only do small business for ordinary people."
After hearing this, Di Ying glanced at the shopkeeper, looked around the store again, and asked with a smile: "It seems that your business is not doing well? Is the tax very heavy?"
"No, no, no, not heavy, not heavy."
The shopkeeper shook his head again and again, with an expression on his face as if he was about to cry: "Sir, you still have patients outside, are you..."
"It's okay, let the old man lie down for a while."
Di Ying waved her hand carelessly, and didn't care about the fearful and troubled look on the shopkeeper's face.
He continued to ask: "I heard that the taxes in Ningzhou are quite light, and the quality of the clothes in your shop is exactly what the people need.
Logically speaking, the business of your shop is good. I saw it just now: as soon as the old man fell down, there were many people surrounding him.
Four or five of them left your shop. Shopkeeper, can you tell me? What's going on? "
The shopkeeper ran away...
He ran to the backyard in a flash and left all the money on the counter.
Di Ying: "..."
Rubbing his nose, he jumped up and lay on the counter, put the money into the drawer, and then turned around and went to a nearby pharmacy.
There were seven or eight people who had just left the drug store to watch the excitement.
The drug store is not small, and the business is good, but there are no smiles on the faces of the shopkeepers or the clerks.
When Di Ying handed over the prescription for someone to take the medicine, he became increasingly suspicious.
The taxes in Ningzhou are really not very heavy.
In addition to the normal official taxes, there are none of those private taxes levied in other places: slaughter tax, service tax, head tax, etc.
There is only a city tax: one copper per person.
It was canceled after Di Ying took office.
But the people didn't see any relief, and no one was happy about it.
Maybe a copper plate is innocuous?
Di Ying doesn't think so.
But now looking at these businessmen with expressions of bitterness and hatred, Di Ying felt strange.
Even if the business is not doing well and you lose money, you can close your business and make a living again. Why keep it open and cry at the same time?
Before Di Ying could figure it out, the clerk had accurately grabbed several pairs of medicines, wrapped them and handed them over.
After Di Ying paid the money, he walked out carrying the medicine bag.
The onlookers outside were already talking about it.
"What kind of official is this? Why doesn't it look like him? Did you make a mistake?"
"You just made a mistake. You don't even know the official uniform. Your baby should be beaten one day."
"This official can actually treat diseases? He will take off his official robe and lay it on the ground for an old farmer? Why do I think there is something wrong with my eyes?"
"This...I feel puzzled too. Hey, hey, hey? Look, this official gives money back when he buys things. How novel is that?"
"More than that? This official brought a servant to follow him, and even went to get medicine for the patient himself... The sun rises from the west today?"
"Hey, have you heard? Our governor of Ningzhou has a new official. His name is Di... what is Di? Could it be this person?"
"Shut up, you can talk about the name of a high official? Be careful of your head moving. Leave quickly, leave quickly, don't cause trouble."
"..."
A bunch of people shut their mouths and dispersed further away.
They didn't run away because... they were officials, high officials, right?
So curious.
Di Ying heard this and greeted everyone with a smile: "My name is Di Ying. I am the new governor. Come to me anytime if you need anything?"
Everyone: "..."
Now everything was completely gone, and everyone was running away faster than a rabbit.
Di Ying: "..."
He rubbed his nose, returned to the old man's side, checked his pulse again, and then asked Peng Liang to slowly help him up.
Di Ying put the medicine bag into the leather bags on both sides of the horse's buttocks, carried the old man on his back, asked Peng Liang about the address he had found out, and then let Peng Liang rush to Luan Mansion.
Peng Liang, who remembered that it was business, did not argue with the adults. After giving the address, he obeyed the order and left on horseback.
The black horse Wuyun followed Di Ying obediently.
Di Ying carried the old man on his back and walked slowly.
This disease of the elderly: the blood vessels in the head are blocked by blood clots, which is commonly known as stroke.
However, because Di Ying was treated promptly, there were no serious consequences.
It was just that the old man couldn't move around on his own for the time being, and it was unsuitable for him to be bumped around, so Di Ying walked slowly with Di Ying on his back.
In order to keep the old man awake, Di Ying chatted with him.
"Uncle, what do you do at home? Why don't you come out on your own and no one is following you?"
The old man's tongue was no longer very flexible, and his words were somewhat vague.
"Old man, it's useless, so I went out to sell some food. I can't go back now. Forget it, you can die wherever you go. No one cares about it anyway.
The two girls got married and could not come back easily. The old woman has also left, leaving me a useless old man, a young man with a long way to go. Please let me down and I can walk on my own. "
Di Ying's nose felt a little sore after hearing this.
He shrugged the old man upwards and continued walking forward.
The old man lives in Liujiazhai, which is seven or eight miles away from the city.
Di Ying was not in a hurry and asked the old man as he walked: "Uncle, how many acres of land have you planted? How many kilograms of grain do you harvest every year? Is it enough to eat?"
When the old man heard this, he replied with some pride and some sadness: "There are fifteen acres of land, and there is so much to plant. It's all the people in the village who help me.
How much can an old man like me eat? Just give it to everyone. I used to have a son, and there are two more, but, like the children in the village, they are gone.
Damn it, those guys have done so many bad things, why is there no one to deal with them? "
