A large-scale plague broke out in northern Xinjiang, and even Tang Guogong, who was in the army, was not spared!

Wang Ji was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of Li Yuanche, who was still in Beijing. Pen, Qu, Ge www.biquge.info he already knew the news as far away as Jiangnan, so Ah Che probably knew it earlier than himself, and I don't know what happened to him now.

"What is the epidemic that has been sent back?" Master Wang was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses. If the plague really broke out at this time, the already chaotic situation of the court would probably be even more uncontrollable, and the northern frontier was only ten days away from the capital. Is it really going to be a big mess in the world, and the people can't make a living!

"It's malaria!" Mama Zhou looked scared. Malaria is difficult to treat, and the speed of infection is fast, if it is transmitted back to Dajin from the border pass, then Jiangnan may not be spared.

"Malaria?" Wang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, if malaria is fine, although there is no cinchona cream in this time and space, there are a lot of Artemisia annua.

"Gently, do you have a way?" Mrs. Xie frowned when she saw her little granddaughter's obviously relieved look. This malaria is not another disease, it is contagious, and if I am not 100% sure, I will not let my granddaughter go north, even if it is her future father-in-law who is infected.

"Yes, grandmother." Wang Ji looked calm, "My granddaughter wants to go north." She thought that Ah Che must need her very much at this time. No, not only Ah Che, but also the common people infected with malaria in northern Xinjiang and the hot-blooded sons and daughters who defend their homes and defend the country, they all need their own at this time.

"Nope." The two masters of the Wang family refused in unison. His third brother has such a lone seedling left, how can he let her go to the place where malaria broke out.

"Two uncles, please rest assured." Wang Ji bowed solemnly, "I can cure malaria." Just let me go. ”

Seeing that the two uncles were about to speak, Wang Jiqing hurriedly said, "If something happens to Ah Che, I'm afraid my niece will really not be able to get married." ”

At this ......, the two masters of the Wang family glanced at each other, and they couldn't make up their minds for a while.

"Let's go gently." Mrs. Xie picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea slowly, calmed down, and then slowly spoke. "I believe in my granddaughter!" Mrs. Xie remembered the sticks she received when she offered incense at the Eagle Temple during the Lantern Festival, and she believed in her granddaughter, and even more so in the Master Jishan of the Eagle Temple.

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In the past two days, Jiangzhou City has been lively.

"You say, what is the Wang family doing with this Artemisia annua?" In front of the bulletin board in the west of the city, a middle-aged man with a talented appearance looked at the notice posted by the Wang family, turned his head and asked the crowd around him.

"Who knows, this Artemisia annua is in our countryside, but it is used to feed the cows." A farmer who entered the city was also very puzzled and said, "This cow doesn't like to eat anything, and the Wang family is really willing to pay for it?" ”

"Of course it's out of money." An eldest lady next to her hurriedly said, "Yesterday, I saw a lot of people going outside the city to pick Artemisia annua and send it to the Zhuangzi outside the Wang's city, and it is said that they all received silver." ”

"Yes, this Wang family is not only harvesting Artemisia annua in the whole city, but even the people in their own Zhuangzi are picking around outside the city." There were a few insiders next to him who hurriedly said.

"I heard that a few big cars have been collected in the past two days," an old man passing by took over with a smile, "Now the artemisia outside the city is rare." ”

"Let's go, let's go, we all went outside the city to pick Artemisia annua, and went to Wang's house to exchange for silver." When the people beside them heard this, they saw that there was really money to receive, and they all dispersed in a hurry and walked in the direction of the outside of the city.

As soon as the group of people reached the city gate, they saw a horse outside the city rushing in the direction of the city gate.

"It's a messenger of the imperial court. It's still 800 miles expedited. Someone saw the official who was about to wave the bunting, and Hula stepped aside.

"Is something big happening in this court?" The crowd on the street in the distance heard that it was the messenger of the imperial court who had arrived, and they also quickly gathered.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." The messenger who had just rushed into the gate of Jiangzhou shook the flag in his hand vigorously and shouted. "The crown prince ascended the throne, and the king of faith rebelled!"

The crown prince ascended the throne and believed that the king rebelled!

When the people in the street heard this, they immediately became like birds and beasts, scattered in all directions, and hurried back to their homes.

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In Ningde Courtyard, Mama Zhou closed the door of the inner room and left the room to Mrs. Tai and the sixth lady's grandchildren. She sat down at the door of the room herself, picked up the needlework in the basket and started to do it.

"Grandmother, do you have something to say?" Wang Ji gently helped her grandmother to sit on the soft couch and asked softly. When I went to northern Xinjiang, my grandmother must have been worried, and if I left myself at this time, I must have to tell myself a few words.

"Hmm." Mrs. Xie only nodded, and let her granddaughter serve her intimately, she looked at her granddaughter quietly for a long time before sighing lightly.

"Gently, do you know where you came from?" The granddaughter's trip was very dangerous, and Mrs. Xie thought about it for two days, but she still felt that she should tell her.

Life? Wang Ji was stunned, she never expected that her grandmother would deliberately leave herself after dinner and mention her life experience!

Isn't she from the Wang family? Wang Ji thought lightly of the outstanding looks of those brothers and sisters, and then thought of herself who was just handsome, and suddenly had this idea. No wonder he only has these excellent eyes, but he doesn't have the outstanding appearance of the Wang family.

"Silly girl, where do you think of it?" Mrs. Xie, who was old and sophisticated, only glanced at her granddaughter's tangled and abrupt appearance, and knew that her little granddaughter must be crooked.

"You are naturally from our Wang family, the only daughter of my youngest son, and the youngest granddaughter of my in-laws!" Perhaps thinking of her young son, who died young, Mrs. Xie's face became a little desolate.

"Grandmother?" Wang Ji was puzzled, since she was the daughter of the Wang family, where else did she have any life experience?

"Gently, what Grandmother wants to say is your mother." Mrs. Xie looked at her granddaughter, and after half a ring, she seemed to have made up her mind before she spoke, "Gently, do you know who your mother is?" ”

Mother? Of course, Wang Jiqing knew the woman who died early because of dystocia. In the memory of the original owner, although Wang Ji's mother died early, the descendants of the family have never shied away from that woman.

Her mother, Lin Shiqingwu, turned out to be just a poor girl, but an orphan girl that her father, the third master of the Wang family, met when he was traveling. After the two had a relationship, his father took his mother back to Jiangzhou, fought on a hunger strike, and finally got his grandfather and grandmother to agree to marry his mother.

Is there a difference in the identity of the mother? Wang Jiqing only hesitated for a moment, and then he understood a little. If it weren't for that, how could my grandmother tell herself about her life at this time?

"Grandmother? My mother, she ......." Wang Jiqing was about to ask, but was stopped by a small box handed by his grandmother, Mrs. Xie.

"Gently, this is your father's deathbed, entrusted me to keep it until you get married, and then I am ready to hand it over to you." Mrs. Xie seemed to see her loveless young son again, and her voice was sad.