Those professional talents who are willing to stay will be assigned to various posts. Those who come here from other hospitals were originally working as underlings in various farms.

  Generally, the people at the bottom of the farm would all be farming, so when Lin Jia was let go, those who could leave chose to do so.

  Following a master's household is farming as a serf, but farming on one's own is farming as a freeman. The difference between the two is so great that people will naturally choose the latter.

  Those who are willing to stay, have all sorts of reasons. Lin Qingwen was originally busy and didn't ask much about it. Now that she sees them, she realizes she has neglected many things.

  This was a dereliction of duty on her part, and Lin Qingwen felt somewhat guilty.

  "Who is in charge among them?" Lin Qingyuan collected her emotions and turned to ask Zhong Daguantie.

  "It's Fang Datong, yes, it's him." Zhong Daguan pointed out a man in front to Lin Qingwen.

  That man was tall and thin, holding a knife to chop bamboo, but his left sleeve was empty.

  "Miss, these people were all arranged by the old master and master to enter the Lin family. We are very tolerant of them, but we don't know much about their affairs. All we know is that Fang Datong had the highest military position when he left the Northwestern Army, so whether they came first or later, they all obey his words. Therefore, this batch of people also listen to him the most."

  Lin Qingyan nodded, "You take the young lady to rest first, I'll go see him."

  Zhong Daguanshi hesitated, and Lin Qingyuan glanced at him lightly, Zhong Daguanshi immediately lowered his head in response.

  "Little sister, I'll go with you."

  Lin Qingwan patted her head and said: "It's a mess in there, you can't even walk steadily on the road, go down and rest first, Xiaogu will come find you later."

  Lin Yuhong glanced at the potholes on the ground and the fallen branches, then looked at her own long skirt, and couldn't help but purse her lips as she curtsied and backed away.

  She walked far away and couldn't help but mutter: "Yingyan, go back and make me two sets of clothes like Auntie's."

  Yingyan nodded with a smile, "I'll go back and do it right away."

  Lin Qingwan took Bai Mei and Bai Fen to find Fang Datong. The people who were working saw her, stopped their movements one after another, and paid homage to her. Lin Qingwan hurriedly stretched out her hand and said: "Everyone, don't be too polite, I just came to take a look, you should do what you should do."

  Fang Datong heard the noise and turned his head, seeing Lin Qingyan hastily stopping her actions and walking over to pay respects, "Auntie."

  "Uncle Fang, don't be so polite," Lin Qingyan said, helping him up with both hands. "Let's have a talk, Uncle Fang."

  Fang Datong looked at Lin Qingwan, who was still young, and suddenly felt a little nervous in his heart. He nodded and led the way to a quiet place on the side.

  Lin Qingwan waved her hand to stop Bai Mei and Bai Fen, and followed Fang Dasong to the side.

  Fang Datong chose a slightly higher place, where he could take in the scene below without being disturbed by the noise from down there.

  Lin Qingwan couldn't help but sigh in admiration and asked, "Was Uncle Fang a scout when he was in the army?"

  Fang Datong nodded, thinking that Lin Qingyuan had learned it from Lin Jiang. His identity wasn't a secret anyway, so he said directly: "I used to be a scout in the vanguard camp of the military."

  "Are all these twenty-eight households from the military?"

  Fang Datong nodded, pointing to the people below and introducing them one by one, "That's Sun Er Yuan, a native of Qizhou. He was injured in his right foot, so he has a limp. He couldn't continue serving in the army, and with five brothers at home, that's all there is. If he went back, he'd just go hungry again, so he came to rely on Master. Now he's married, with two sons and one daughter..."

  "That was Qian Rui's family, Qian Rui died in battle, the national treasury had no money, and they couldn't give out enough compensation, so she only got two taels of silver. But with her parents-in-law above and two children below, those two taels of silver weren't even enough to buy a coffin for Qian Rui. When the brothers found out, they told her to come rely on Master Lin, at least in the Lin family she wouldn't starve..."

  "That's Liu Dama, her son Liu Gui lost both legs in the battle against Liao army. Who would have thought that the Liao army had set an ambush and a rolling stone from the mountain crushed his legs? The military doctor cut off his legs to save him, but how can he survive without legs? " Fang Dasong replied indifferently: "Fortunately, we met General on patrol, so we sent him and several other disabled soldiers to Lin's house. Liu Dama came here by herself later."

  Lin Qingwan remembered the people Fang Datong had pointed out, one person represented a family, a family was a tragedy, and also a hope.

  She sat down on the grass with her legs crossed, gesturing for Fang Dasong to sit down as well. The two of them spoke slowly.

  He glanced over and saw the dry grass covering the obvious mud, and silently sat down. This was different from his impression of the thousand-gold young lady, indeed worthy of being Lin's sister, so...unconventional.

  Fang Datong introduced all twenty-eight households one by one, and also pointed to the people below, giving Lin Qingwen a detailed introduction. He had an ulterior motive, hoping she could stay with them.

  He vaguely knew that the Lin family was no longer what it used to be, and Zhong Daguanting had also let it slip that the Lin family didn't have much money left now.

  But he knew better, once these people left the Lin family, it would be a disastrous outcome.

  Those who could leave had already left when Lin's family issued the "Release Order", and those who have not left yet are holding on to that one thread of hope for survival.

  "So many years, only twenty-eight people came to rely on it?" Lin Qingwen was puzzled. According to Fang Daxiang's narrative, the Northwest Army almost had people coming to rely on it every year, how could there be only twenty-eight households?

  Fang Datong lowered his eyes and said: "When Lin Jia was released from prison, some people chose to leave."

  "They're afraid of dragging down the Lin family?"

  Fang Datong remained silent.

  Lin Qingwan smiled confidently: "You can rest assured, although the Lin family donated a large part of their property, they are not so weak. Besides, you are all working hard and striving for the Lin family, aren't you?"

  Fang Datong raised his head in surprise, and Lin Qingwan playfully winked at him, saying: "Uncle Fang, a tiger father has no dog daughter. What's more, I have a tiger brother too. If you can still get in touch with them, let them come back. The Lin family welcomes them anytime."

  "As for the Northwestern Army, if there are still those who wish to defect, they can come over. Although my Lin family is not what it used to be, I can still make arrangements for a few people. I also believe that since they can endure what ordinary people cannot, they will naturally be able to do things that ordinary people cannot do even with physical disabilities."

  What is Lin Qingyuan lacking most now?

  Oh man!

  Don't look down on people with disabilities. Sometimes they are more capable than those with all four limbs intact, just like the one beside her.

  Lin Qingwan's eyes sparkled as she pointed to the vast fields in front of her, saying: "Uncle Fang, I plan to open up all this land, not only planting grains but also fruit trees, flowers and mulberry trees. At the same time, I'll dig a few ponds."

  "Fertilizing, weeding, pest control, watering, harvesting, picking mulberry leaves, raising silkworms, raising fish... there are so many things to do. There must be something they can do, so why worry about not finding work here?"

  "Auntie!" Fang Dasong scrambled up and knelt in front of Lin Qingyu, kowtowing: "Dasong represents all the officers and soldiers of the Northwestern Army to thank Auntie."

  "Get up," Lin Qingyan hastily helped him up, "You protect the country and our home, for us who have risked our lives, I just did a small thing, are you kneeling to me now?"

  Fang Datong's eyes were slightly red as he got up and said, "As soldiers, we eat our rations and receive our pay, it's not as good as the young lady thinks."

  But in this era, if the country didn't have a decree, who would go to be a soldier? Apart from a very small number of people who enlisted voluntarily, the rest were all conscripted soldiers. When fighting on the battlefield, weren't they thinking of their homes back in the rear?

  Lin Qingwan saw that his eyes were red and did not continue the topic, but instead turned to face another direction: "Are you all crowded in Changfu Village now?"

  "Yes, the old people, women and children under seven years old will temporarily live in another house."

  Although the other courtyard is large, the space left for future generations is limited. It's impossible to accommodate twenty-eight households below, so now they are building two large dormitories in Changfu Village to live in.

  The old man and woman lived in a small room under the eaves of another courtyard.

  Lin Qingwan nodded slightly and said, "But we can't always make do like this. We should build a house instead. Since it's still early in the first month and farm work hasn't started yet, let's get everyone to help build the house."

  Lin Qingwan found a stick from the side and drew on the ground: "I plan to let you build houses along the other courtyard, so that you can take care of each other."

  Lin Qingwan drew a circle in a place not far from the official road, and then drew another circle on the opposite side, all the way along the main road to Changfu Village. She nodded and said: "Build houses in these places, four households as one neighbor, leave enough land on both sides, and if there are still people coming to take refuge, build more houses along the way."

  In this way, the new and old are alternated, the new can be integrated faster, and the other courtyards are surrounded in the middle, just presenting a defensive posture. With another disaster like that of Gengwu year, they will also have time to react.

  Fang Datong was a scout and knew more than Lin Qingwan. He thought for a moment, took over the branch and adjusted its position: "It's better to build it this way, best at the turn of the official road into the big road, build a house, make a teahouse or a resting inn, and then set up a watchtower on the upper floor, the open fields will not hide the enemy from view no matter which direction they come from."

  Lin Qingwan raised an eyebrow and said, "Where did this enemy come from in this vast and clear world?"

  Fang Datong's face turned slightly red, "I was overthinking."

  "But running a teahouse is a great idea, from here to the West City Gate there are still several miles of road, just right for passing merchants to rest their feet. Later, we can build a second floor and sell some food, who knows, business might be good."

  Fang Datong: ...Who comes here to eat in such a desolate place? Isn't it just for the observation deck.

  But this reason is used well, as for whether the tea house makes money or not, it's no longer within his consideration.

  Lin Qingyuan didn't think of making money from the teahouse either. Anyway, just build a house and leave someone there to watch it.

  Things have been discussed, Lin Qingwan patted her hand and stood up. "That's settled then. I'll go back and let Zhong Daguanting find people to build houses. You let them choose a place to settle down, report the names and population, and make any requests you may have. If they can be satisfied, I will instruct them to do so."

  Fang Datong responded with a sound, happily sending Lin Qingwan out, "Auntie, are we still helping in the fields or going to build houses?"

  Lin Qingwan thought for a moment and said, "You can also go to help, but still focus on the land, spring plowing is imminent, this year we must open up enough fields, last year's harvest was not enough."