Li Qin, who had not yet recovered, lay in front of Li Caidi's grave and cried so hard that she almost fainted.
Seeing the loess cover up the last inch of the coffin, Lu Ziwan's mind went blank for a moment. She did not regret not saving Li Caidi, but she felt sorry for her life. Lu Ziwan remembered what she said, live in poverty for the rest of your life.
Better than a life without love.
All she could do was to silently wish her that in her next life she could be an ordinary person and marry a man who would be favored without fighting.
Even if she has no worries about food and clothing or lives a lifetime of glory and wealth, her husband does not hurt her, but for a woman, it is more painful than anything in the world. Ordinary people are so good, just like her, Lu Ziwan, married to Lian Guanlang.
Lian Guanlang has no power, but he can give her endless favor, let her be the only woman in his life, and allow her to be a happy woman who can have endless favor without fighting.
Due to limited conditions, Li Caidi's tomb was very simple, but for people in the countryside, it was much better. All the clothes and jewelry she liked during her lifetime were buried with her.
Death is like a light extinguishing, turning into a handful of dust in a blink of an eye. People come in a hurry and go in a hurry. Once they are gone, sooner or later the world will forget their existence.
"Mrs. Lian, the county magistrate has come to the village to look for you!" The villagers chased him from the bottom of the mountain, panting all the way, and stopped in front of the tomb to say their condolences to the Bai family.
"Daughter-in-law, let me go down with you." Lian Guanlang quickly helped Lu Ziyuan. The Bai family had to burn incense in front of the tomb and could not leave so quickly.
In the village, the county magistrate dared to enter the village this time. He sat in the hall of the village chief's house, chatting and laughing with the village chief and his wife.
"I wonder what you want to see us for?" Lian Guanlang asked as he led Lu Ziyuan in.
"Big deal!" The county magistrate quickly stood up from his chair, "The plague has also broken out in other villages. Madam Lian, do you think you can suppress all the plague before leaving here? Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
The people need you."
"That won't work. It's just luck that my daughter didn't catch the plague when she got here. How can I continue to push her to the plague village! As a mother, I am the first one to disagree!" He Chunmei was the first to object, "The whole world is worried about this.
There is more than one doctor named Zi Wan, why should my Zi Wan go?"
"Mrs. Lu, there are countless doctors in the world, but your daughter is the only one who can cure the plague. Not to mention the doctors, even the imperial doctors in the capital are helpless against the plague!" The county prince wiped his forehead.
Khan said, "Mrs. Lian is a doctor, so she can definitely take care of herself, right?"
The county magistrate threw the words to Lu Ziwan. He Chunmei looked directly at Lu Ziwan with a straight face. Lu Ziwan pursed her lips and thought for a moment before saying, "County magistrate, just follow what we said, I will take the medicine here.
, tell all the people the precautions I told you word for word. The dead must be burned and cannot be buried directly in the soil."
"That's fine." The county magistrate nodded. He had no intention of persuading Lu Ziwan.
"Oh, by the way, the county magistrate, didn't you say that the government's relief food is about to arrive? Why haven't you heard any news after so long?" Lu Ziwan asked.
Unexpectedly, the expression of the county magistrate suddenly changed when he mentioned the money allocated by the imperial court to support him, and he slammed the table in anger.
"What's wrong?" Lian Guanlang asked hurriedly, "Did the imperial court take it back again?"
"It would be better if the court took it back! What I am angry about are those corrupt officials who are unkind for their wealth! Twenty tons of grain turned into five tons when it came to our hands! This time, two states were affected by the disaster, and the two states divided it in half.
We have a total of eight counties. How do we divide these two tons of grain? There are so many people, and one grain of rice may not be enough for each person!"
"Five tons? How come it's only five tons? Where did the other fifteen tons go?" Lu Ziyuan was shocked.
"Where else can we go? Of course we have been withheld!" The county magistrate sighed and shook his head, "We are far away from the capital, so they thought we had taken five tons of rice and had no way to report it. Now Magistrate Du is being detained again.
The emperor remains in the capital, who can help the people?"