Bailuyuan was once again in the midst of a devastating disaster.

An unprecedented plague spread in all the villages, large and small, like a flood over the fields of a verdant river, like a dark cloud covering the blue sky, without any shelter or defense, and all the people in all the villages, men and women, old and children, poor and rich, trembled in this irresistible catastrophe.

There are different opinions about when the plague spread to which village in Bailuyuan and who was the first person to be killed. And the first person in Bailu Village to be devoured by the plague god was Lu Huishi, Lusan's woman. Lu Wyeth first vomited, then diarrhea; She didn't care about it when she vomited, and she didn't care too much when she had diarrhea, which is an discomfort that often occurs in summer. Until her legs were sore, she couldn't hold herself up, she lay on the kang and moaned, and Lu San used a wheelbarrow to cushion the futon and pushed her into Mr. Leng's Chinese medicine hall, she still didn't care too much, but this time she pulled a little harder, and the hero couldn't resist the three bubbles of!

Mr. Leng didn't care too much after listening to Lu Huishi and Lu San's narration, and even said a joke to Lu San before pulling out the brush and copper cap and dipping it in ink to prescribe: "Have you ever heard of this disease called a disease?" Flowers at both ends!" Lu San sensed Mr. Leng's flirtatious tone, and his heart was completely relaxed. Mr. Leng wiped the tip of the pen in the ink cartridge, walked on the hemp paper, made the prescription in one go, and handed it to Lu San to go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine. When Lu San helped the woman out of the house, Mr. Leng added another advice: "Get a few raw persimmons and burn them a few times." When Lu San got home, he borrowed a clay pot, found three bricks to stand under the steps outside the house, tore off a cage of wheat grass, poured a packet of Chinese medicine into the clay pot, added water, and lit the wheat grass on the bricks to boil. The dried tablets gradually swelled after the draft, and the water gradually turned yellow, earthy red, and purple black; A bitter smell of Chinese herbs permeated the courtyard. The youngest son, Tuwa, secretly plucked two bags of green persimmons, pricked them with thin bamboo sticks, and stuffed them into the channel of three bricks to simmer; White juice flowed out of the little eyes of the green persimmon, squeaking with bubbles, and the green skin quickly yellowed and scorched. Lu Huishi was lying on the kang, looking through the open door of the mansion at the scene of the grandfather and son squatting in front of the wheat straw fire to pay their respects, and a terrible phantom suddenly appeared in his heart, if he died, then the two of them would burn the pot and burn the stove. Lu San used a chopstick to block the medicine residue in the clay pot, decanted the soup into a small earthy yellow bowl, and let it dry until it was warm and served to the woman. As soon as he turned around, he heard a loud noise, and Lu Huishi straightened his neck and trembled, spitting out the soup he had just drunk. The rabbit baby handed the burnt and softened persimmon to her mother. Lu Huishi ate one and spit it out again, so he had to stroke the hair cover on his son's head and put down the persimmon. For three days and six days in a row, the three doses of Chinese medicine were all in Lu Wyeth's stomach, and they were sprayed on the ground like a rebound; The room filled the house from morning to night with a strong bitter smell of Chinese medicine. Lu San picked up the woman who had already weighed a little wood and put it on the wheelbarrow, and the bright sky light outside suddenly shone on the fluorescent green of Lu Wyeth's face, and an ominous black shadow suddenly passed in his heart. Mr. Leng pinched the pulse with his fingers, his eyes looked at Lu Huishi's face, and he gestured to Lu San to lift her back placket. He pierced his spine with a large steel needle, slowly gushing out a cloud of black-purple viscous blood. He looked at it, wiped off the mucus on the steel needle with hemp paper, and wrote a prescription for medicine, and said to Lu San: "If you don't turn back after taking these three medicines, prepare for the future!"

Lu Wyeth couldn't spit out anything anymore, and his stomach was completely empty; When she pressed her hand on her belly, her fingers could clearly touch the garlic-like joints on her backbone. A kind of green mucus kept flowing from her mouth, and she kept spitting on the ground at her feet, until her cheeks were numb and her lips were incontinent, and the green mucus soaked down from the corners of her mouth and soaked her chest. On the seventh day of the illness, Lu Wyeth screamed and said that she could not see anything. Lu San grabbed her hands that were stretched out into the air and grabbed wildly, looked at the sunken two godless eye sockets, and his heart was like a knife, and he held her hands for a long time, until the cold fingers were warm in his palms. She leaned her head feebly and rested on the bundles of torn cotton trousers to silence, and the two of them accepted the calamity inflicted on them by the ghosts and gods in silence for a long time. After midnight, Lu Huishi sat up miraculously, groping in the dark with his fingers to comb his loose and glued hair. Lu San hurriedly lit the oil lamp and asked with luck, "Do you feel better?" Lu Huishi turned his head, did not answer his inquiry, stared at the two blind eyes and asked quietly, "You stabbed Heiwa's daughter-in-law to death?" Lu San was taken aback and was stunned on the kang. Lu Huishi didn't wait for him to answer, and then said: "You poked the head of the shuttle dart, and you poked it from the back of the heart." Her affirmative tone and calm demeanor prevented him from concocting a lie, and only asked, "When did you hear that?" Who told you that?" Lu Hui's hands stopped combing his hair and stayed on the hair on the back of his head: "Xiao'e just told me." She showed me the bloody hole in her heart. There seemed to be a squeak of wind in the room, and the flame of the oil lamp flickered violently twice and almost went out, and finally the flame was straight again, and burned quietly. Lu San's hair stood on end, and his whole body was constricted, like a basin of cold water poured down his spine. Lu Huishi lowered his arms and held Su'er's arms, and his body fell backwards. Lu San hurriedly stretched out his stiff arm to hug the woman. Lu Huishi leaned up on his chest and muttered, "How can you be ruthless...... The ...... who killed our baby Daughter-in-law ......"

After Lu Huishi turned his head, he washed his face and wiped his body with the help of the women in the neighborhood, and changed into a shroud. The three pieces of cotton shrouds that were divided inside and outside were made by Lu San after listening to Mr. Leng's advice, and then carrying the woman on his back to tear off the fabric and let the women in the clan sew it. The next day, someone went to report the funeral to a relative's house, and at noon on the same day, men and women wearing white and filial piety ripped away from their cries when they entered Bailu Village. The coffin is a very thin poplar board called the twelve rounds, which is the longevity material that Lu San prepared for himself. According to past and present experience, men in the original lived shorter than women. In the past year, Lu San came back from carrying grain from the mountains, gritted his teeth and replaced the sheet of this coffin with a bucket of baogu in Bailu Town, and now he sighs more and more at the original plan. Lu San was busy with all the big and small matters of the funeral, such as digging graves, digging for grain and grinding noodles, buying wax, incense, paper, and vegetables, and so on, and he didn't even have the opportunity to kneel in front of the spirit and weep bitterly, until the coffin presser held an axe and grabbed a cypress silver nail to nail the coffin lid, he was taken to the coffin by the arms of the two strong brothers in the clan, and asked him to look at her again for a permanent farewell; Because of the fear that the living will lose their minds or even throw themselves into the coffin and return to hell with the deceased, this farewell ceremony is usually held by men or women escorting the immediate family members of the deceased. Lu San just walked to the open coffin, and saw a glowing green light on Lu Huishi's face, and a stream of cold water seemed to be poured on his spine.

The three of them were very popular, and almost all the adult women in Bailu Village came to this courtyard with only a broken earthen wall less than two days before the coffin went out, and wept at the spiritual table under the makeshift tent; Almost all the adult men participated in the burial ceremony: the young and strong men carried the coffin, and the rest of the men carried the shovels to the burial; After the burial, they gathered in the courtyard to eat white rice and "scoop rice". Although there are no musicians and no ringers, the villagers unanimously praised Lusan for being able to do this, which is good. That night, Lu San returned to Bai Jiaxuan's house and said to his master, "...... I've got to go back and leave the rabbit alone in the house!" Bai Jiaxuan had already expected: "Call the rabbit baby over, just live here and eat here, and do whatever work you can." Lu San said, "This ...... Both of us depend on you for support...... It's not good!" Bai Jiaxuan said angrily: "Third brother, why are you saying such things? You're eating what you've earned so hard! How can I feed you and your son?" Lu San was still undecided, Bai Jiaxuan said emotionally: "Now that you go back, how can you stand the loneliness in the house?" Again...... I can't stand it if you're gone......" The third father and son of Lu stayed in the Bai family.

Only three days after Lu Wyeth took the soil as peace, a middle-aged man in the east of Bailu Village and an elderly woman in the west broke out of vomiting and diarrhea almost at the same time, the difference was only that the man in the east "put flowers at both ends", while the woman in the west only had diarrhea and "put flowers at one end". The two of them were pushed into Mr. Leng's Chinese medicine hall by their family members almost at the same time, and they were surprised to find that there were many unicycles with bedding parked inside and outside the door of the Chinese medicine hall and under the shade of the locust tree. The middle-aged man and the elderly woman went through exactly the same treatment and development process as Deer Wyeth and soon died; He was also blinded first, then held his breath, and his face took on a terrifying glowing green. In the few days that these two people were not in the ground, another young man who had not yet married in Bailu Village began to bloom, and the scope of the disease suddenly expanded from middle-aged and elderly people to teenagers, and no one dared to leave anything to chance, and the whole village fell into terror. At the time of Lu Wyeth's death, the whole village of men and women warmly and sincerely gave it a funeral, and then it no longer reproduced the grand and continuous traditional nostalgia. It wasn't until later that the funeral ceremony could not be organized at all, so the main family had to call a few people from their own family to hastily dress and bury the deceased, hastily dig a soil pit, and hastily carry it to the burial. Killing anyone can't cause too much shock and too much sorrow, just like killing a chicken, a pig and a cow during an epidemic of chicken fever, swine fever, and rinderpest only aggravates the atmosphere of terror. Mr. Leng's Chinese medicine hall was bustling for a while and then fell into the cold, and the prescription he prescribed failed to save even a patient's life, so he had to sigh: "No matter how good the medicine is, I vomited after drinking it...... If the soup does not enter, the gods are difficult to pull...... I can't hold it back!" As a result, incense suddenly flourished in all the villages of the plain, and all the temples in all villages were jumping with flames mounted on wax paper and paper ashes fluttering everywhere. In the Sanguan Temple, where incense is at its most prosperous, the clay statues of Guanyin Guan Gong and Yao Wang are covered with red silk and yellow silk offered by supplicants, and the monks remove one layer and then put on another layer every day.

The appearance of the first family in Bailu Village to die in despair has made the atmosphere of terror even more intense. This is a family of six in the surname Bai, and the last person who died was the head of the family, she and the old grandfather buried her husband together, then she and the mute brother buried the old grandfather, and then buried the daughter who had been engaged, and then buried the younger son, and finally she invited the brothers of her clan to bury the dumb brother's tomb. On the night of the burial of her mute brother, she lay alone on the kang in the empty house, exhausted and haggard, silent, and did not wake up after dawn the next day...... People were amazed to find that people could die without being born of any disease. People are quietly calculating not whose family has died, but who has not died. The intact family that has never died is shrinking day by day, and when only Lu Zilin and Bai Jiaxuan are left, people can't help but whisper, it is the rich people with thick ancestors who are prosperous and prosperous, why can't the plague god enter it? Or does the plague god also protect the wealthy? It wasn't until Bai Jiaxuan's woman fairy grass also began to bloom at both ends that these not jealous discussions gradually disappeared.