No news is good news, which is the biggest reason why Lao Xianyu has been able to stay alert these days. To be fair, he even hopes that the bigwigs in the court will continue to argue endlessly, and it would be best if they argue for ten or twenty years, and Xian Yunhe can just be imprisoned like this. After all, the final judgment of the court is nothing more than two results, either to approve Zhang Shou's disposal, or to overturn Zhang Shou's disposal.
If the ruling is overturned, Xian Yunhe will definitely be executed. There will be no other possible outcome.
If he agreed, he would be beaten with a full hundred sticks, and then exiled to Qiongzhou Prefecture with the stick sores that he would definitely not have time to heal. Even if he had medicine to fight malaria like quinine, he didn't know whether it would be effective. It was still a gamble where life and death were determined by fate, and wealth and honor were in the hands of God.
So, although he looked relieved in front of Zhang Shou, when he returned to his shop on Shuishi Street, he walked with heavy steps and was in a bad mood. The only thing he was thankful for was that Xiao Huasheng was sent to Zang Hai to run errands because Zhu Er was already familiar with the situation. Therefore, he was not afraid of being seen with his dead face.
For the next three days, Lao Xianyu was in a daze. He had prepared everything that Zhang Shou told him to prepare, but he was unwilling to go out or open the shop. He couldn't even muster the energy to eat or drink. He was even like someone trying to cover his ears to steal a bell. He was even unwilling to go to the county government to inquire about the news, for fear that he would hear bad news.
One afternoon, when he was lying in bed drowsily, he suddenly heard the door knocking outside. He wanted to get out of bed to open the door, but when he moved his fingers, he found that his whole body was weak and sore. He finally struggled to get out of bed and put on his shoes, but his feet were staggering. When he reluctantly walked out of the door and into the yard, he was exposed to the sun and immediately felt dizzy.
At that moment, Lao Xianyu felt like a live fish that was taken out of the water and turned into a salted fish by the sun. His first feeling in the hazy state was whether he was going to die. After taking two more steps, he finally couldn't hold back and fell forward. He thought he would fall directly to the ground, but he was held firmly by a pair of hands.
It was not until someone grabbed his arm and shook it hard that he regained some consciousness.
When he looked again, he saw only a blur of light and shadows before his eyes, and it took him a while to recognize that it was Peanut.
"Uncle, uncle!" Seeing Lao Xianyu's red face and blank eyes, Xiao Huasheng was startled. He touched his forehead and found it was burning hot. Then he touched his hands and found them cold. His heart skipped a beat and he shouted in panic, "Sixth brother, Sixth brother, uncle is sick, he is sick!"
Old Salty Fish finally understood what he said. He grinned and was about to say that he was not sick, but was almost shaken to death by Peanut. "Uncle, you must hold on! The imperial court has issued an order to approve Dr. Zhang's decision on Uncle Yunhe and the others, exiling them to Qiongzhou... Uncle Yunhe and the others don't know how to plant trees. What will they do if anything happens to you!"
As if someone had suddenly poured him a bowl of ice-cold well water in the middle of summer, Lao Xianyu shuddered violently. But just as he regained consciousness, he realized that the person holding his arm was none other than Ah Liu.