The man driving the bullock cart found Shui Shangqing in the field and told him how to treat these people.
"People like Village Chief Shui have made mistakes and need to be reformed. You have to give them the hardest work, let them work wholeheartedly and realize their mistakes. This is their list, you check it."
I saw the old and the young on the bullock cart. Except for the young soldier who looked normal, everyone else looked sick.
When he saw the first person's name, his pupils shrank suddenly, but he didn't let anyone notice anything unusual about him. He just held the hand on the list tightly.
Then he said to the middle-aged man driving the car: "Thank you, Brother Zhao, for letting you run so far."
"It's okay. These are the orders of the county magistrate. I'm only responsible for sending people to the place for you. You can arrange the rest by yourself."
After speaking, Lao Zhao, who was driving the car, drove the group of people out of the car. The soldier helped the old man and the little boy get out of the car together.
The young couple supported each other, but the man who was sick and about to die couldn't get out.
The oldest man patted the man in military uniform beside him and asked him to help carry the seriously ill man out of the cart.
Lao Zhao then drove away. Shui Shangqing didn't say anything more and led a group of people to the foot of the mountain.
That place was originally the house of the landlord in the village and had been abandoned for many years. It's not that the house isn't big enough, but it's because the landlord's family died tragically inexplicably.
Everyone in the village thought it was a haunted house, so no one dared to live there. Shui Shangqing couldn't find a better place for the time being, so he could only place these people there first.
The yard of the landlord's house was overgrown with weeds, and the corners were covered with thick spider webs. When the door was opened, the air was filled with dust. The door of the house made an unpleasant creaking sound because it had not been used for a long time.
Shui Shangqing said to the six people: "There are five rooms here. You can allocate them. I will give you two days to rest. On the third day, I will have someone take you to work."
The man in the young couple spoke: "Mr. Shui, we have nothing. Sooner or later, just like Uncle Shen, we will be too sick to go to work. Can you give us some basic things?"
Shui Shangqing nodded: "I will send someone to deliver things to you in a while. You will get what you are given, and no fighting is allowed. Whoever gives it belongs to whoever it is given to."
"Okay, I understand, thank you." The young man said gratefully.
Shui Shangqing returned home and found Shui Jianguo and Xiao Qi, asking them to bring four straw mats and some old bottles and cans.
Forty kilograms of miscellaneous grains and some shabby bedding were paid in advance from Accountant Feng. Let the two people drive a donkey cart to the landlord's old house.
When Shui Jianguo and Xiao Qi arrived there, they found two young men cleaning up the yard. With people there, the abandoned house became less scary.
"Hello, we are here to deliver things. These are some necessities of life. You can share them."
"Thank you. What is the name of this comrade?" the young man asked.
"Shui Jianguo, what about you? What are your names?"
"My name is Fang Xiyuan."
"Su Mengchen." The man in military uniform replied concisely.
Xiaoqi helped deliver the things to the house. I was shocked when I saw the skinny middle-aged man with a sick face lying on the broken mattress.
Food and water were distributed equally per capita. After unloading the things, he left.
On the way back, Xiao Qi asked her eldest brother: "Why is that person who is about to die of illness sent to us?"
"For some unspeakable reasons. You don't need to know. Just study hard at school and go home and take good care of your sister."
After Su Mengchen settled the old and the young, he went up the mountain to collect firewood and pick some wild vegetables. When he met an unlucky rabbit, he knocked it unconscious with stones.
He took out a sharp knife from the middle of the shoe sole, found a place with water, processed the hare, roasted it directly, and took it back to the dilapidated house while avoiding people.
"Mr. Huo, you and Tingchen should have something to eat. I'll cook you some porridge."
The man called Mr. Huo was the grandfather of the beautiful boy. He sighed: "Thank you for your hard work, Meng Chen. You didn't have to come here. You had a bright future."
"I have received your support since I was a child. I have no father or mother. I am alive today thanks to you. Naturally, I will not sit idly by."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen to work. There was no pot, so he used an earthen pot to cook porridge. There is a well in this house, and water is really convenient.
Mr. Huo asked the little boy sitting next to him: "Tingchen, are you hungry?"
Huo Tingchen just nodded. Mr. Huo tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to his grandson, who ate it obediently.
After Shui Shangqing got off work, the family had dinner and went to the village doctor to check on Uncle Shen, who looked very sick.
"Shang Qing, my medical skills are limited, so I may not be able to predict the outcome well."
"Brother Wang, don't feel pressured. I just asked you to go and have a look. After all, it's a human life. If there is really no way, I will tell the county magistrate when he asks in the future."
The two arrived at their destination soon. Doctor Wang Cun entered the room where Uncle Shen lived alone and saw the person lying on the bed.
There was a bowl of porridge beside him, and he looked at the top of the beam blankly. Without the desire to live, it is a state of having nothing to live for.
Doctor Wangcun took his pulse and sighed. He told Shui Shangqing outside the house: "There is no big problem with this man, he is just hungry for a long time. The main reason is that he can't think about it and he wants to die.
As long as you think about it and eat well, you will definitely get better. In this world, it's good to be alive, but thinking too much is of no use. "
Shui Shangqing nodded: "Brother Wang, please go back first, and I will see the others."
After Doctor Wangcun left, Shui Shangqing returned to the room of the man named Shen: "I won't say much else. I only have one sentence: No matter how wronged you are, there is hope only when you are alive."
Then he went out, went to the door where Mr. Huo lived, and knocked on the door.
"come in."
Shui Shangqing approached, sat by the kang, and greeted in a low voice: "Old leader, why are you here?"
"Of course I made a mistake. Didn't you hear what Old Zhao said?"
"Then why was this child brought here?"
Mr. Huo was silent for a long time before speaking with difficulty: "His father disappeared and his mother remarried. No one in the family can take care of him, so he can only follow me here."
"As for the other few people, does the old leader know what's going on?"
"Lao Shen was a capitalist, his family property was confiscated, and his son was beaten to death.
The young couple were from a cultural troupe, and they were reported because they had previously performed in operas.
There is no problem with Meng Chen. He came here voluntarily to take care of me. "
