But there is a saying in the world that money is regarded as garbage.
After Deshengchang finished his announcement, the noisy crowd did not rush forward, and even took a few steps back.
Jin Shiba raised his eyebrows.
I saw an old man standing up.
"You are hurting us by saying this." He said with excitement, "Miss Jun came here to vaccinate us, and she suffered this misfortune. It is natural for us to go and save Miss Jun. Why?
Can I ask for your money?"
He said, raising his hand and patting his face.
"Brother, you are slapping us in the face."
As he finished speaking, the people around him started shouting.
"Yeah yeah."
"How can we get the money?"
"Miss Jun, the accident happened because of us."
The shouts also surged like a crowd.
"Yes, now I have money and friendship, which is very good, very good." Jin Shiba said with a half-smile but not a smile.
"Look, these are the people of Qingyuan Prefecture!" Magistrate Zhou also said excitedly, while facing the scribe beside him, he told him, "Write it down."
The scribe hurriedly responded yes.
General Peng also looked proud.
Something happened to Miss Jun here, and the people here paid money to help find her. When word spread, Qingyuan Mansion became notorious.
Lei Zhonglian and others were also a little surprised, but also grateful.
"What happened to Miss Jun is not your fault. We all know your thoughts." Lei Zhonglian said, sincerely saluting again, "This is also our intention."
"It's better than this." The shopkeeper of Qingyuan De Shengchang said, "We don't charge you now. When there is news to tell us, we will pay you again. This is for everyone's tea fee."
He said and pointed to the dustpan on the table.
"This money is just sitting here."
He also saluted the people.
"Please don't refuse anymore. Miss Jun is very important to us." He raised his sleeves to wipe his tears. "Please let us spend money to buy peace of mind."
He was crying sincerely. The moment he heard the news, he wished he could die.
If something happened to Miss Jun in Qingyuan Mansion, then it would be the end of him as the shopkeeper.
The people watching also shed tears.
"We all know how important Miss Jun is." The old man from before turned around and said in a trembling voice to the people, "With a miracle doctor like Miss Jun here, our children and grandchildren can be protected, and the medical skills of a miracle doctor like Miss Jun can be passed down.
, our children and grandchildren will also be blessed."
He raised his hands as he spoke.
"Everyone, go and inquire quickly. We must find Miss Jun and keep Miss Jun safe. If those bandits want money, we can collect enough for them with a penny each. As long as we let Miss Jun go, we can do anything.
Okay, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The people on the street responded loudly and retreated to both sides like a tide.
General Peng and the prefect who were standing on the street were almost squeezed, so they retreated under the protection of the soldiers. Looking at the scattered and running crowd, it was conceivable that the news would spread in all directions.
Although this kind of thing is not worthy of praise, if Miss Jun is successfully rescued, this matter will definitely become a good talk in Qingyuan Mansion.
Of course, the premise is that Miss Jun is safe and sound.
Thinking of this, Magistrate Zhou suddenly felt a huge stone in his heart.
"You guys should be brave this time." He turned to General Peng and said coldly.
General Peng's face suddenly darkened. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the chaotic crowd make way as if they had been struck by a knife, and a group of people came over.
General Peng, be smart.
"Oh my god, why are these guys here?" he said.
Who is this guy? Magistrate Zhou followed his gaze and his expression suddenly froze.
The once noisy street gradually became quiet, and the sound of horse hooves was particularly clear.
Seeing these dozen or so imperial guards approaching, Prefect Zhou and General Peng's expressions turned ugly.
Aren't we going to take them down right now?
The imperial guards suddenly stepped aside, and then someone came on horseback. General Peng stared at him and opened his mouth wide.
Well, isn't this guy Miss Jun's guard? Why is he wearing a red dog skin, ah, flying fish suit.
It turns out that Miss Jun also has Jin Yiwei as a bodyguard.
This Miss Jun is really capable.
Jin Shiba was too lazy to pay attention to what General Peng was thinking.
"General Peng, my people are here too." He said, "Can everyone start working?"
General Peng and Prefect Zhou both came to their senses.
"Okay, okay." Magistrate Zhou said hurriedly, and then looked at Jin Shiba, "What is your name, sir?"
"This is not important." Jin Shiba said, urging his horse forward, "The most important thing is to find Miss Jun."
Watching the royal guards leave with him, Magistrate Zhou let out a sigh.
Why is it not important? It is obvious that the Jin Yiwei on Hebei West Road all listen to him. If this new face can mobilize the Jin Yiwei on Hebei West Road, his identity must be very important.
Did you come from the capital? Did you come because of Duke Cheng? But why did you stay here instead of going north? Just because you heard that Miss Jun was missing?
The more Zhou Zhifu thought about it, the more confused he became.
"Who is this man?" he asked General Peng. "He looks familiar to you."
General Peng stared.
"Don't curse, you are very familiar with Jin Yiwei," he said.
In his capacity, speaking to Governor Zhou like this was beyond the rules, and Governor Zhou didn't bother to pay attention to him.
"Hurry up and get to work, everyone is ready." He said, threw up his sleeves and walked away.
General Peng looked at the people in the street, De Shengchang, speaking to the people, and then looked at a group of fierce-looking imperial guards galloping away.
It was really lively this time.
"Call someone," he shouted loudly, and got on his horse, "Call someone, let's go."
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Miss Jun picked up the bowl, used chopsticks to eat the last piece of cake soaked in the broth in the bowl, drank all the soup, and then put down the bowl and chopsticks.
The plates and bowls on the table became clean.
"I'm done eating," Miss Jun said, and reached out to pat her belly, just like a child who was satisfied with the delicious food.
The women standing nearby looked shocked.
Is this girl really hungry, or is she just too big-hearted?
Ever since she entered the village, she felt no restraint at all. It was as if she were a guest and still a familiar one.
"It's a simple meal, Miss Jun, I forgive you." Xia Yong's wife said.
To be honest, the food is not that good. It is used to entertain guests. It is conceivable that their daily food is even worse.
Miss Jun stood up.
"Let's start the vaccination," she said.
There are not many people in this village. From what I saw when I entered the village, there were only twenty or thirty people, and there were even fewer children. The vaccines collected along the way were enough.
The vaccination of the last child was finished, and it was just noon. Miss Jun looked at Xia Yong's wife.
"Are there any other children?" she asked.
Xia Yong's wife shook her head.
"No more." She said, and took out a big red paper from the side, "According to what you said, Miss Jun, children over one year old and under thirteen years old, that's all."
This notice must be the vaccination notice posted on the gate of Qingyuan Prefecture that General Peng said was stolen.
It turns out that he was targeted as soon as he entered Qingyuan Mansion.
Is it because of the vaccination? Besides asking her to come for the vaccination, is there anything else you want to ask?
Miss Jun pursed her lips.
But before they ask, she also has something to ask.
"Actually, people over 13 years old and under 17 or 18 years old can also be vaccinated." She said, "Adults can also be vaccinated. The reason why I didn't mention it is because children are most vulnerable to the attack and the number of vaccines is limited, so we should focus on them first.
use."
Xia Yong's wife and everyone in the yard nodded.
"So, do you have any children here who are over 13 years old and under 17 or 18 years old?" Miss Jun asked. (To be continued)