Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 188 Our Son Has Abdominal Pain Again
She took the initiative to mention Xu Yingrong, and An Zhou felt embarrassed: "I have learned it a long time ago. These people have endless methods of torturing people. They can really make people survive but not die. It is to suppress and control you mentally, after a long time, no matter how strong the willpower is, people will bow their heads."

Thinking of the time when her hands were cut off, An Zhoushi still feels shuddering. Song Yuan can't empathize with his experience. The incident of almost being whipped in the prison when she just returned is her most personal experience of the prison. But the whip never hit her, so she didn't have a detailed understanding of the torture methods used by Tingwei Mansion.

"Indeed, when she knelt down to me in fear, I knew that she would never go back." Song Yuan felt that it was a pity, and she picked up the book in her hand again: "For the selection of good seeds, what do you need, sir?" Anyone help?"

An Zhoushi immediately regained his energy: "I don't need it for the time being. There is nothing else in the field now. I will teach these children to read and write. They have been with me for several months. They are hardworking and eager to learn. I just teach them well. It’s just that if it’s convenient for you to find more seeds, that would be the best.”

"It's not difficult, but I have a question. My husband once mentioned that Liaodong is a land of prosperity. Why is that? The Liaodong wasteland is also the border of the country, and it is sparsely populated. It seems that it is not suitable for farming and reclamation." Song Yuan had long wanted to ask this question. up.

An Zhoushi shook his head again and again: "The soil in Liaodong is fertile. It is the black fertile soil that can no longer be found in the Central Plains. It is the most suitable for farming."

Song Yuan was full of disbelief: "What do you plant? Wheat?"

"Rice, corn, soybeans, sorghum can grow a lot of things." An Zhoushi likes her look of not understanding and asking questions, and she still doesn't forget to draw a map on the ground with her feet on charcoal to mark the location : "This is the most suitable place."

Song Yuan stared at the map he drew and thought for a moment. When he looked at him, his expression was very complicated: "Unfortunately, this place has not been conquered yet. In Liaodong under the great Wei, there is only this little Jianjian."

"It's a pity." An Zhou felt a burst of regret: "If this place can be knocked down, then there will be no need to worry about the grain production of Great Wei."

Song Yuan didn't say a word, she didn't have the ability to take down this place, it depends on whether a hero can be born to complete this feat in her lifetime.

When she was in Anzhou, she stayed here until the afternoon before leaving. When she returned to the Yamen, it was already dark. In the snowstorm, Wei Yan held a lantern and walked around the door. Hearing the sound of horseshoes, she immediately greeted her.

"The young master didn't say a word when he went out, and he came back so late." Wei Yan complained non-stop.

Song Yuan got off the horse and quickly pulled the snow cap: "I'm going to find Mr. An, I have free time today, you can just play by yourself, don't you have to follow me, can I still lose it?"

"How can this be done? The road is slippery in the snow, and Mr. An is in the mountain village again. The road is muddy. What if the young master is in danger?" Wei Yan handed the horse to the porter, and trotted after him: "Young master and I Tell me, can I still stop the young master?"

Song Yuan was annoyed by the nagging, and hurriedly said: "I know, I know, let me tell you wherever I go from now on."

"It's not that I'm rambling, it's that you have to be obedient, young master. There are many bad people out there, and there are more people who want to kill you. Although young master is very powerful, he is hard to beat with four fists. It is possible that young master forgot that he almost died outside Huangzhuang. ?” Wei Yan chattered endlessly.

Song Yuan didn't dare to answer the words, and ran all the way with his head buried, just wanting to go back to the house quickly.

"By the way, son, Jingzhao sent ginseng. He said that Master Yuyang sent it to Jingzhao specially. The side concubine asked someone to send it over, so that you can make more supplements, so as not to catch cold in the spleen and stomach and hurt the stomach."

Speaking of her uncle, Song Yuan remembered that she should take medicine again. She was so busy these days that she forgot about her business.

"I'm going to bed early today, please prepare a pot of hot water and put it next to the charcoal basin." Song Yuan went to search for the medicine he brought.

Wei Yan didn't know why, but he obediently went to prepare hot water. As usual, he stuffed Mrs. Tang into the bed to keep warm, and made sure that Song Yuan didn't have any other orders from Feng before leaving.

Song Yuan rummaged through the medicine box. There were only two pills in it. The bitter taste made people sick before eating. Song Yuan suppressed the nausea and stuffed one in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and immediately I poured it in with water, wishing I could wash off the residue in my mouth and swallow it, lest the taste stay in my mouth and make me sick.

After taking the pill, a slight pain started to appear in the spleen and stomach. She quickly got into bed and hugged Mrs. Tang without moving. , as if tearing her internal organs, there were convulsions, even if she hugged Tang Pozi tightly, there was an unstoppable chill in her lower abdomen.

Song Yuan was sweating profusely from the pain, and the feeling of nausea hit her again and again, her spleen and stomach were churning, and she was too impatient to pour water just now, and now she couldn't control it at all. Even so, the pain in the lower abdomen did not ease in the slightest. On the contrary, the lower back also swelled crazily, as if the meridians were distorted. point.

"Master?" Wei Yan knocked on the door again: "Master, are you alright?"

He lives next door, and the night is quiet. He can clearly hear Song Yuan vomiting and moaning that he couldn't help. But he couldn't control it. Seeing Song Yuan who was sweating profusely through the unblown candle, he rushed over anxiously.

"What's the matter with you, son?"

Song Yuan closed her eyes tightly and said nothing, she was dizzy from the pain, and she really didn't want to say a word.

Seeing her hugging her stomach, Wei Yan thought her stomach was hurting again, so he quickly helped her up to drink hot water, and finally fed it, Song Yuan vomited again, she pushed Wei Yan away and shrank into the bed, her lips were pale. It starts to turn white.

"leave me alone."

Naturally, it was impossible for Wei Yan to listen to her, and he was about to call for a doctor immediately, but Song Yuan forced himself to stop him: "Don't call for a doctor, I want porridge."

"Okay, my subordinates will go to boil right away." Wei Yan ran out and almost bumped into Huo Ying at the gate of the yard.

Huo Ying had already fallen asleep. He heard the sound of kicking the door here, so he came to take a look. Seeing him flustered, he asked, "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"Master Huo, our young master has suffered from abdominal pain again. He wants to drink porridge, so my subordinates went to the kitchen to look for it." Wei Yan hurried away after speaking.

Huo Ying glanced at the open door, so he had to come over and close the door. He approached and looked at Song Yuan, and immediately noticed the box thrown on the table. The lid hadn't been closed, and the pills in the box exuded a pungent bitter taste. The smell is exactly the same as the vomit on the ground.

(End of this chapter)