Chapter 18 Clear Water is Silent and Summer is Silent

"Eh, why did you come back so early today?"

At this time, Mo Wenjun was holding an ice pack, sitting at the sandalwood table in the main hall and drinking boredly, when he bumped into Zhao Yuwei, who was panting and embarrassed in front of him, and looked surprised.

"White ...... What about Bai Gongzi? ”

Zhao Xiangwei was half-squatting, and his body was rising and falling violently.

"Na, I'm angry, sitting in the backyard, are you chasing debts? Rush like this. ”

Mo Wenjun playfully stared at the disheveled Zhao Xiangwei in front of him.

"I don't have time to interrupt you! Something happened to Qingshui River! ”

"What's wrong?"

"Plague!"

"What?!"

Mo Wenjun jumped up from the chair with a stirred spirit, and a good wine fell to the ground with a clatter, and the aroma of wine splashed everywhere, like a panicked mind flowing wantonly. He didn't believe it at all, Qingshuihe relied on the sky for food, simple and hardworking, when he was fifteen years old, he was rescued in Qingshuihe, and those kind villagers also helped him, natural disasters and man-made disasters, how did they fall here......

How many innocent villagers will be killed in this uncertain catastrophe......

"The specific situation is still unclear, you quickly pack up, and we will leave immediately."

After saying that, Zhao Xiangwei ran to the side hall, instructed the servants to prepare clothes, and brought Lang Zhong in the house, and within a moment, carrying Mo Wenjun, Bai Yuchen and the two often rushed to the town.

As soon as he saw Zhao Xiangwei's figure, the old man who had been waiting at the entrance of the town hurriedly greeted him with tears and tears, and the officials and carriages of the county government had been waiting for a long time.

"In order to prevent infection, everyone change their clothes first, and we will set off immediately."

The head, mask, robe, shoe covers, and gloves are all made of dense and sturdy white coarse cloth, which is worn by an ordinary person, and they all look a little stupid, Mo Wenjun looked at Bai Yuchen with a fairy aura floating in front of him, and his bright eyes were beautiful, and he rubbed Bai Yuchen's arm with a wicked smile, and joked: "Brother Yuchen, if you wear a serious white brocade robe, you will definitely look very good." ”

After everyone packed up, they all got into the carriage and rushed to the Qingshui River.

The terrain was far away, and the carriage passed through the sheep intestine bird road, the winding mountain road, and finally arrived at Qingshui Village at about noon. Qingshui Village is named after the Qingshui River, and the farmhouses and farmland are built by the river, surrounded by steep mountain walls, and also rely on the wonderful scenery of green mountains and green waters.

At this time of the year, it is a good season for farming, and the diligent farmers of Qingshui Town plough the fields and work for a more prosperous life, but now the terraces are dry and exhausted, overgrown with weeds, and the whole village is lifeless, like the old site of the former dynasty that has been abandoned for many years in the deep mountains.

Zhao Xiangwei walked to the door of a room, and the uncle went to knock on the door with a trembling hand and a crying voice and asked: "Gua'er, his father, are you at home, make a sound?" ”

Everyone held their breath at the door for a long time, and the old man shook his head at Zhao Yuwei, and then collapsed to the ground crying and despairing.

Zhao Xiangwei tentatively glanced at the crack of the door, and found that he had simply pressed the stool, so he pushed the door open with a calm breath.

There are only simple farm furniture in the house, there are still uncleaned dishes and chopsticks on the earthen table, the rice has already been a little moldy, and the group looked to the right, and there were three people sleeping on the bed in different postures.

"This ...... This is Da Zhuang, Cuixiang and their baby melon. The uncle had tears in his eyes, "Pity this family, be honest, and go like this." ”

Zhao Xiangwei made a gesture, and Lang Zhong cowered and went to check the pulse.

"It's weird."

Na Langzhong said with a frown.

"How?"

"Pulse...... Steady and slow, which ...... This vein is no different from a living person, and it should be safe, Lord Zhao. ”

"Gas? This ......"

Zhao Xiangwei put down the stone in his heart, he was angry, but he was still unconscious, what kind of strange illness was this......

"I'll see."

Bai Yuchen behind him stepped forward expressionlessly, did not take the pulse, but lifted the quilt, and saw that there was a crimson strangulation mark on the man's neck, and there were irregular strangulation marks of different thicknesses on his limbs, and there were some small thorns on it.

"Can the people in this village have been to the mountains before the onset of the disease?"

Bai Yuchen looked at the old man and said.

"Don't you know, we have the custom of forest hunting since ancient times, at this time, the young and middle-aged people of every family have to go to hunt some birds and beasts, and make New Year's goods and food. What do you mean...... They were ...... by the filth of the mountain. Entangled?! ”