Mo Mo jumped onto a stone platform, his eyes swept down the depressed villagers, and shouted: "Uncles, this plague is not a terminal disease, you don't have to worry too much, take medicine according to my method, go back and rest well, and it will be fine in a day or two." In the future, you should not drink raw water, you must cook it before drinking, and you must pay attention to personal hygiene, and the rotten meat must be cleaned up in time. ”

"Mo, Young Master Mo, is it true?" A villager in the crowd sneezed a few times, his nose was full of snot, and he felt that this disease was killing him, if someone really saved him, let him do anything.

Living on the edge of the twilight forest, death is not very scary for them, it just feels too much to die.

When the other villagers heard Mo Mo's words, the scene suddenly became noisy, and they asked Mo Mo if it was true, and they didn't believe a child's words. But his mysterious identity and the great changes brought to Qingyuan Village made them hold on to a glimmer of hope.

Rather than being sick and dying, it is not a dead horse to be cured, and perhaps there is a glimmer of hope.

Mo Mo told the villagers some precautions, asking them to take bowls and line up to serve ginger soup, and give them medicine depending on the severity of their condition. If he couldn't be there in person, he personally came to feed them medicine and drink.

It took him a busy day to finish feeding the sick villagers.

The next morning, Shi Wu told Mo Mo that the villagers' condition had improved, some of them were in good physical condition, and those with milder conditions had recovered, and the dark clouds that had been hanging over the villagers of Qingyuan Village had gradually dispersed.

In the afternoon, most of the villagers' illnesses had been cured, and the village was also disinfected with slaked lime powder.

On the morning of the third day, all the villagers in the village who had been affected by the plague were all cured, and only a few of them were more serious, presumably they would get better in a day or two, and Qingyuan Village would return to its previous vigorous state.

The villagers were grateful to Momo and could not repay him, and some villagers even found him and knelt down to thank him.

On this day, the villagers of Huamu Village also knew about the situation in Qingyuan Village, and hundreds of villagers came to Qingyuan Village and stood at the door shouting for help.

The village head, Gong Boshu, personally found Shi Wu and said with great sorrow: "Village Chief Shi, please save our village, this plague, thirty people have died in our village, and if we don't save it, half of the people in the village will die." ”

"I can't save you, I don't have that magic medicine, I don't know if Mo Mo is willing to save you. Shi Wu sighed, sympathy is one thing, but the magic medicine is not his, and he is also very helpless, turning to look at Mo Mo on the side to see what his opinion is.

Gong Boshu followed Shi Wu's eyes, looked up at the little boy next to him, all the time, he also found out some news, Qingyuan Village has changed a lot now, it is the little boy in front of him who helps, I heard that he comes from a mysterious big family.

Gong Boshu didn't hesitate much, turned to Mo Mo and kowtowed, and asked respectfully: "Young Master Mo, please save our village, what do you need to pay, please tell me directly." ”

Mo Mo frowned thoughtfully, sighed, and said, "The cost of making the magic medicine is huge, and our family can't afford to hurt this consumption.

In this way, God has the virtue of a good life, people have compassion, maybe we meet is fate, fate, I save people, you don't have to pay anything, you owe me a favor. ”

"Yes, yes, Young Master Mo is the life-saving benefactor of our village, and his merits are immeasurable, I believe that the rescued people are grateful to Young Master Mo. Gong Boshu cried with joy when he heard Mo Mo promise to save people, he didn't know what that sentence meant, now that there is hope in Huamu Village, nothing else matters.

"Okay, I'll do it myself. Mo Mo waved his hand and asked a few villagers to go with him, bringing slaked lime powder by the way.

Shi Wu hesitated and took a few people from the Flying Tigers with him.

Gong Boshu returned to the entrance of Qingyuan Village, pointed at Mo Mo on his side, and shouted to the villagers of Huamu Village who were still anxiously waiting for news: "Villagers, we have hope, Young Master Mo promised to use magic medicine to treat everyone." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers of Huamu Village suddenly let out joyful cheers, unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts, and burst into tears.

"Young Master Mo, please accept my worship!"

"The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, Young Master Mo can just say anything in the future. ”

Mo Mo looked at the hundreds of people in front of him kneeling down and thanking him, and his heart felt sour, these are honest and simple farmers.

Mo Mo was silent for a while, there were many people here, the medicine was not boiled well, and it was not convenient to heal, so it was better to go back to Huamu Village first, explain to Gongboshu, and ask him to go back and prepare a few buckets of boiling water first.

Half an hour later, Mo Mo and the others came to Huamu Village.

The condition of Huamu Village is not as good as Mo Mo imagined, the villagers of the plague were treated three days later than Qingyuan Village, and the condition is more serious, now they are full of devastation at a glance, the villagers are all in despair, there is no joy on their faces, some women cry very sadly, and there is no hope for life, until Gongboshu tells the villagers about the situation, and the villagers tell each other that they have the hope of living, and they have come to the entrance of the village, waiting for treatment.

Mo Mo concocted the same method in Qingyuan Village in Huamu Village, and only finished the treatment in the afternoon, and even pulled some people back from the brink of death.

A few days later, Huamu Village returned to its original vivid appearance, and the villagers who had been healed personally knelt down in front of Mo Mo to thank him, but Mo Mo couldn't stop the crowd and had to accept their kindness.

The plague also quickly subsided.

The social relationship between the villagers of the two villages has also improved somewhat, and the villagers of Huamu Village are also much more polite to the villagers of Qingyuan Village, not to mention Mo Mo, who respect him like a god, which is also something Mo Mo couldn't imagine.

Tracing back to the root, this plague Momo is also responsible. With the creation of compound bows, the Flying Tigers hunted too many wild beasts, and the villagers did not pay attention to the fact that the climate caused meat to rot, and bacteria multiplied and spread to cause plague.

A little change in weapons, like a butterfly effect, drives a huge chain reaction between the two villages, there is a cause and a fate, and the inevitable result, Mo Mo admits its its cause, if the result is not dealt with, the two villages will be a disaster.

The villagers of Qingyuan Village respected him, and Mo Mo suddenly accepted it, maybe he was about to start a series of causes and future effects, and he didn't know.

After a few days of rest, the 75 children brought back from Ilha Verde City were transferred to Caigu, where they were accompanied by a few women to help cook.

Mo Mo no longer hides Caigu from the people of Qingyuan Village, Caigu needs a large number of people, and there will always be a day when it will be exposed, and it can't be hidden forever. As long as the entry and exit of personnel are controlled, it is forbidden to expose to outsiders with the personnel in the valley, and they are not allowed to enter and exit at will.

"Uncle Wu, that group of children, as long as their talent reaches the middle level or above, they will give them medicinal baths with wild medicines, and let the people in the reserve team teach them cultural knowledge. Seventy-five children is still a small number, and I hope that in a year's time, we will have 1,000 children without support. Mo Mo and Shi Wu sat down with each other and discussed matters together.

"Xiaomo, a thousand people, can we raise them? Moreover, it is difficult to manage if there are too many people. Shi Wu's face changed slightly, and he said with some concern.