Mrs. Yipin: a farmer's doctor

Chapter 225
The yamen servant trotted out all the way, thinking all the time, didn't the madam say that the person the young master likes is a country girl?But this figure doesn't look like a country girl, but it's Madam's niece, Ms. Du, standing beside her, that makes her look like a country girl, right?

"My lord, Miss Tang is here, waiting for you at the Yamen in the front yard."

When the yamen servant found Kong Wenjun, he was lazily lying on the table in a daze. The weather was so hot that he would sweat even turning over.

"Who?" Kong Wenjun stood up excitedly, hit the legs of the desk with his knees, limped up to the yamen servant and asked, "Who did you say was looking for me?"

"It's Miss Tang, Miss Tang Zhiran, she is..." Before the servant could finish speaking, Kong Wenjun ran out like a gust of wind.

When he arrived at the Yamen in the front yard, Kong Wenjun heard Zhiran's voice, patted his excited heartbeat, and thought of the last time she kicked him mercilessly into the water, he was so angry that he turned his head and wanted to go back to the room.

But he hesitated for a moment, thinking that this was the first time Zhiran came to see him, no matter what, let's meet first, maybe she came to apologize?
Kong Wenjun was thinking optimistically, but when he walked out, his face was gloomy, and he didn't show a smile when he saw Zhiran, but asked angrily, "Why are you here?"

Zhiran raised her eyebrows, pretending she couldn't see Kong Wenjun's expression, she said straight to the point: "I have something I want to talk to you about the disaster."

Kong Wenjun's eyebrows twitched, and he yelled with patience and patience: "The disaster, the disaster, the disaster has nothing to do with you! It has nothing to do with me."

"Several people in our village have starved to death!" Zhi Ran lowered her eyebrows and spoke softly.

She is not in the mood to control Kong Wenjun's emotions now, it has been dry for several months, how can she still be in the mood to play erotic games with other little boys.

"Huh?" Kong Wenjun was slightly taken aback, unable to react.

He restrained his violent temper, frowned slightly and asked, "How many people died of starvation?"

"Well! I starved to death at home."

Kong Wenjun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. It was the first time he heard of someone starving to death. These days, he was only concerned with mourning his first love who died young, so he didn't have the mood to care about other things.

Besides, his temperament has always ignored these things, and it is enough to just want to make himself happy.

Zhi Ran's pupils were full of sadness and said: "Many families have sold their children for food."

Human life in this era is really worthless.

"Sell your children?" Kong Wenjun cried out in shock, and said furiously, "Do these people have a conscience? They dare to sell their own children. No, I want my father to arrest them all and put them in prison."

Zhiran cast a sideways glance at Kong Wenjun, and suddenly felt that it was good that he was ignorant, at least he was living a carefree life, and if he was unhappy, he vented it on the spot.

"Your father has nothing to do with it!" In this era, parents have the right to sell their children, otherwise, how could so many parents sell their children in a fair and honest manner.

Kong Wenjun's heart was blocked, and he said a little uncomfortably: "You can't sell all your children just to eat?"

Zhiran rolled her eyes, and asked indifferently: "Could it be that the whole family hugged each other to starve to death? Selling my daughter to a rich family as a maid can at least save her life, and the rest of the family will also die because of her Sacrifice, a few more rations. No one wants to sell their sons and daughters unless it is absolutely necessary."

Kong Wenjun opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute.

Zhiran raised her eyes to see Kong Wenjun's face of tangled thinking, and said, "I've come to discuss something with you, can you ask your father, when will the government provide food relief? People's lives are going to be difficult."

Kong Wenjun's eyes lit up, and he said with a happy face: "Yes! There is food in the government office, I'll ask my father, just wait for me."

Zhiran opened her mouth and watched Kong Wenjun run away like a gust of wind.

Only then did Xiuer make a sound, and whispered to Zhiran, "Miss, can Mr. Kong convince his father?"

Zhiran's eyebrows and eyes were filled with worry, "If he can't, we can't."

Kong Wenjun was at least the son of County Magistrate Kong. Whatever he said, good or bad, County Magistrate Kong would always listen to him, but they didn't even have the chance to talk to County Magistrate Kong.

The three of Zhiran waited for a while, and Kong Wenjun came out with a bad face. It was obvious that he did not convince the magistrate Kong, but was reprimanded by his father instead.

"My father said that he had already handed over the brochure earlier, but there has been no reply from above. He dared not open a position privately if he wanted to. This is a big head-scratching matter." Kong Wenjun peeked at Zhiran while speaking.

He really wanted to help, and felt sorry for the common people, but he couldn't force his father to break the law, and it would be his father who would die by then.

Just now he made a big fuss in the study, which made father very angry, and father also scolded him before he explained these reasons to him.

"Can you take me to meet Lord Kong?" Zhiran asked softly while looking at Kong Wenjun.

Kong Wenjun pursed his lips, and nodded his head in embarrassment.

Zhiran knew what he was worried about, so she said, "I won't force you to open a position, let alone a little girl like me can't force you, can I?"

Kong Wenjun thought it was the same reason, so he took Tang Zhiran and the others to see Mr. Kong without burden.

"Father, my friend wants to see you!" Kong Wenjun yelled at the door, knocked on the door twice, and pushed the door open without waiting for the people inside to speak.

Zhiran helped her forehead, this Kong Wenjun was really rude.

Displeasure flashed across Mr. Kong's eyebrows, but he saw that there was an outsider present, so he restrained himself from losing his temper with Kong Wenjun.

"Miss Tang?" They had met before because of Du Sirong's matter, and Mr. Kong still had a deep impression on her.

Master Kong turned his eyes around Kong Wenjun and Tang Zhiran, and said with a smile: "No wonder my son, who has always thought of nothing, suddenly has a heart of compassion. It turns out that it is for Miss Tang."

Zhiran smiled slightly, and then raised her eyes to speak to Master Kong.

"My lord misunderstood, the little girl is not for herself, my family is not short of these rations."

"That's right! Father, Zhiran's family is very rich and has a lot of land." Kong Wenjun stood up, although he didn't know how much property Zhiran had.

However, she had an intuition that Zhiran should be very rich, and her family's maid lived better than his family's, which could be seen.

Master Kong smiled lightly and said, "Of course I know Miss Tang's family is rich. The two shops in the town have seen their profits soar since they opened."

"Adults are sympathetic to the people, and even care about these things"

Zhiran and Mr. Kong spoke to each other, talking about irrelevant things. Kong Wenjun looked on and asked anxiously: "You are also talking about business! Now that so many people have died, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)