"The Liu family naturally won't care about us, and we won't go in the future. Is it possible to starve to death? Thinking of this, Zhu Hongyu said angrily.

Amber and Zhanao were silent.

Zhu Hongyu felt empty when she said this, this era can really starve people to death.

"Do you believe my sister or not?"

The two men nodded hurriedly.

She is the eldest in this family, and Zhu Hongyu used to be a good hand at working in the fields.

If you don't believe in Zhu Hongyu now, who else can you rely on?

Zhu Hongyu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and looked around, this home was really dilapidated.

But with her skills and insight, can she really starve to death?

Impossible, tan90° impossible!

"Amber, occupancy. Recently, there has been a plague in the village, and our house is not clean, so it must be disinfected. I'll go out and get you some food in a moment. Do not be idle, boil water, clean the house, dry the quilts and mattresses. ”

Amber said "um", and secretly said what kind of work is this, hurry up.

"Clothes are boiled and dried, and the small puddles in the yard are filled, otherwise the mosquitoes in the house will be endless, and you will get sick."

Disinfection with boiling water has been around since ancient times, and Amber and Zhanao don't find it strange. It's just that Zhu Hongyu's sudden motivation surprised the two.

Obviously, my sister had already swallowed her breath early in the morning, and the two of them were so frightened that they went to Liu's house for help.

Why is it like no one is right now?

Zhu Hongyu's stomach screamed angrily, she knew that her younger siblings were also hungry, so she quickly picked up the bamboo basket in the corner of the house and walked out of the door.

She remembers very well that her body in this life was hot and cold before she died, with severe pain in her abdomen and an enlarged spleen.

It's April, it's raining and wet, and there are a lot of mosquitoes in the house.

It should be malaria.

In the 21st century, the disease is still endemic in Africa.

In ancient times, people believed that there was a "miasma" in the mountains, and "miasma" was the cause of the disease, but in fact, the disease was transmitted by mosquitoes.

She had malaria, her parents also had malaria, and she died without good medical care.

Zhu Hongyu walked all the way into the mountains along the path at the west end of the village, and by noon, the smoke of cooking rose from each house.

The air is fresh, and the smell of moist earth rushes into the nasal passages. After walking out of the village, there are layers of greenery in front of you, with towering trees and bushes one after another. The path that people have stepped on is in the middle.

It is really a peach blossom village of "strange traffic, chickens and dogs smell each other", if it weren't for this malaria, how lively and interesting this village would be.

Zhu Hongyu stopped and walked along the way, and when she reached the foot of the mountain, the road began to be potholed.

After walking for half an hour, I was out of breath before I came to a small pond.

When there is no plague, the road is easy. Now no one in this mountain comes, and they are all afraid of "miasma".

Zhu Hongyu stopped and sat by the pond to wipe her sweat.

The emaciated body was overwhelmed and felt tired after walking a few steps.

Looking around, Zhu Hongyu smiled with satisfaction.

Calamus grows beside this pond, which is the purpose of her trip.

Traditional Chinese medicine believes that only calamus has medicinal value, and water calamus is useless. But calamus is actually an excellent insecticide, and the rhizome is poisonous.

Zhu Hongyu also walked to the edge of the pond silt, and her feet were full of muddy water.

She pulled out more than a dozen iris in a row, cut off the rhizomes, and then pulled a lotus leaf to wrap these rhizomes to avoid poisoning caused by contact with food.

When she turned around and was about to leave, Zhu Hongyu saw the familiar white leaves growing among the calamus.

The pond suddenly became a treasure trove, and the clumps of white cocoons were tantamount to the best quality grain.

Others may not know her, but she studied Chinese medicine and opened a golden finger in the countryside. As long as it's related to medicine, she knows it all.

It is a medicine, and it can also be used as a grain or a vegetable.

Zhu Hongyu put down the basket, pulled the white water out of the silt, took out the edible rhizomes, and put the rest in the pond as base fertilizer.

After picking thirty or forty sticks, the basket was almost full, and then I stopped.

Zhu Hongyu carried her skirt and wanted to go home, walking around the pond path.

I saw a few more dead trees in the northwest corner, and there seemed to be some verdant black things growing on them.