Happy little peasants

Jiang Xiaohu's confession and Da Qiang's confession were basically the same, and the police knew what was going on as soon as they put it together.

As a result, the evil was rewarded, Daqiang was locked up, waiting to file a lawsuit.This is mainly because Wang Ying was severely beaten, with multiple soft tissue contusions all over her body, and moderate concussion, and her arm was broken.In short, Daqiang is really a black hand.

Of course, Jiang Xiaohu is already solid, and he has doubled the black hands back.Daqiang was sent directly to the hospital after being interrogated.

The black hand was punished, and Jiang Xiaohu was awarded an outstanding citizen's medal by the Public Security Bureau for acting bravely.

Medals are of course not valuable, but the honor is valuable.Jiang Xiaohu got the medal with a heavy heart.After all, this medal was exchanged for blood and pain.

Especially Zhang Xiaohua, touching the medals, looked at Jiang Xiaohu's swollen hands because of the explosive hammer, and felt heartache.

Jiang Xiaohu took Xiao Nuonuo to Zhou Qing's house first, and told them to take care of them for two days, and he and Zhang Xiaohua rushed to the hospital.Because the ambulance pulled people away too fast, he didn't even have a chance to help Liusao.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't expect that he would come to the hospital so soon.

During this time, he seemed to have a special relationship with the hospital.First, Niu Lihua was rescued on the road early in the morning, of course, now Niu Lihua has been discharged from the hospital and went home.Later, Xiaolu was admitted to the hospital and he came to visit.Not long after, Wang Ying was beaten and hospitalized again.

"Hey! Hospital, hospital, why are we so fate? This is not a good thing, or I just open a hospital in the future." He stood under the signboard at the gate and said to himself.

Zhang Xiaohua bought fruits at the nearby fruit shop, and walked over after the purchase, and asked, "Brother Huzi, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, let's go." Jiang Xiaohu said.

When the two came to the hospital, they saw Wang Yingzheng being bandaged like a mummy, lying alone in the hospital bed and getting IV drips.

They both felt extremely distressed.

As there is no family, Wang Ying is not taken care of even if he is hospitalized.Zhang Xiaohua told Jiang Xiaohu in advance: "Don't let my sixth brother know about this matter, otherwise, sister-in-law and Nono will suffer again."

"Don't worry, can I still not count?" Jiang Xiaohu smiled.

The large ward where Wang Ying lives is more than 30 square meters with 16 beds. The ward is quite messy.Since it was sent by the police and the medical expenses were also paid by the police, the hospital naturally arranged such beds first.

Jiang Xiaohu came to see, damn, an old man in the next hospital bed accompanied his family to see a doctor, and he actually drank and smoked in the ward.When the nurse came, he scolded him for not smoking.When the nurse left, the nephew played the lantern again as usual.

On the innermost bed, there was a patient who didn't know what was going on. He kept crying and making noises, his voice was high and low, just like singing a big show, almost without stopping.

Jiang Xiaohu saw that this was not okay, and Wang Ying had to change the ward.He glanced at it and found that Wang Ying's condition was quite stable, so he said to Zhang Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, you are here to look at your sister-in-law, I will go back.

"Well, hurry up!" Zhang Xiaohua looked at him reluctantly.

The longer the two were together and the more things happened, the higher Zhang Xiaohua's dependence on Jiang Xiaohu became.The more men he met, the more Zhang Xiaohua felt that Jiang Xiaohu was reliable.

Jiang Xiaohu went straight to the nurse station, wanting to inquire about the exchange of wards.

This hospital building is a bit similar to the twin towers. Two skyscrapers are connected by four air corridors on the first, third, sixth and ninth floors.One is an office building and the other is an inpatient department.There are sky corridors on the fourth floor. On both sides of the corridors, sky gardens have been built, planted with flowers, plants and grass, which can be regarded as adding a bit of vitality and color to this cold hospital.

Wang Ying lived on the sixth floor. Jiang Xiaohu walked from the air corridor on the sixth floor to the opposite building where there was a nurse's station.

Walking in the corridor, Jiang Xiaohu smelled the scent of flowers, and his mood became more cheerful.A gardener with a straw hat is pruning branches and leaves in the garden.No, the old gardener was sighing at a pot of dead flowers.

It was a Begonia tree that had withered and was hopeless according to common sense.

When Jiang Xiaohu passed by, he glanced and didn't care too much.When I came to the nurse station, I found that the nurse station had been surrounded by a group of family members, all waiting for the nurse on duty to answer questions.But the nurse is not here, maybe it is too busy.

He waited for a while, feeling very bored, and then slipped into the air corridor.The old gardener with straw hat and gray hair was still sighing at Haitang.

"Uncle, people are born, old, sick, and die, and so are flowers and trees. Why are you so uncomfortable?" Jiang Xiaohu took out a cigarette, lit one by himself, and handed one to the old man.

The old man raised his head, smiled at him, and waved his hand to indicate not to smoke.When Jiang Xiaohu saw that the other party didn't smoke, he was embarrassed to smoke.

He stepped over the wall of the flower bed, came to the garden, and squatted in front of the crabapple flowers.According to common sense, this flower is hopeless, but in Jiang Xiaohu's hands, it is not completely dead.

Look at the old man. Although he is a little older and has gray hair, his eyes are shining brightly and wise.The vicissitudes of life are hidden in the wrinkles, and the rich life experience is also hidden.Jiang Xiaohu likes such elders, because following such a person, he can learn a lot.

"Old man, let me help you." Jiang Xiaohu said.

"Oh? You know how to garden?" the old man asked.

Jiang Xiaohu smiled: "If planting crops is also considered gardening, then I will be considered an ancestral craft."

The old man also heard that this was a joke, but he actually trusted Jiang Xiaohu.As Jiang Xiaohu said, farmers make a living by growing crops. Which group in the world knows more about land and plants than they do?

Jiang Xiaohu took the shovel from the old man and shoveled it close to the roots of Begonia a few times, revealing the rotten roots."Look, the roots are rotten, no wonder they will die." Jiang Xiaohu said.

The old man was puzzled and said: "No, this flower is personally maintained by me. I have kept the flower for my whole life, and I know how much watering it is. How can it rot?"

"Rotten roots don't have to be watered too much." Jiang Xiaohu smiled, "If you have worms, you may also rot the roots. I think your crabapple is probably attracting worms."

After speaking, Jiang Xiaohu continued to dig a few shovels.Sure enough, from the deeper soil, some black bugs were dug out.These small worms are not too big, the adult body is only about one centimeter, they wriggle in the soil, where there are worms, the roots have many worm eyes.The deeper roots have been hollowed out.

"They are to blame." Jiang Xiaohu pointed at these worms and said to the old man.

The old man froze for a moment, and sighed: "Hey, it seems that I am too careless."

Jiang Xiaohu smiled: "It's not to blame you, this kind of place is not grounded, and the soil is brought in from outside. You see, the flower bed is not big, there are so many and mixed things, plus the hospital environment. It's complicated. It's normal to have messy bugs in the soil."

"Oh, is there any help?" The old man asked quickly.