The August sun was blazing, and the soybeans in the fields were a little wilted, and it was clear that yesterday's rainy cloud had not drifted to this side. If you don't water it in time at this time, it will inevitably affect the growth of the beans in the pod.

On the way to the village, you can see the tall waterwheel standing on the shore in the distance, motionless, and the wooden tank in front of the waterwheel is a little cracked by the scorching sun, and a little spark can make it burn.

As soon as someone pulls out the sticks stuck with the banners, opens the sluice gates on the canal, and the "squeaky" waterwheel can lift the water into the trough and flow down the ditch to the field.

But there were no people in the whole field outside the village, and only a few weeds shook their heads in the breeze under the big trees where the farmers rested, but the cicadas were particularly cheerful.

A puff of smoke rises from the dry dirt road, and Peel is engrossed in holding the handlebars, controlling the tricycle powered by a small internal combustion engine to drive to his destination in a "~" path.

Compared with the "~" that ran out when I first got on the road and the "??" of individual people. , he is quite talented at driving a tricycle.

The veteran was worried about the sight in the fields, where he was stationed on the high ground to the north, but where the rations were purchased, and if the grain production here was reduced or even lost, they would go hungry.

The only thing that reassured him was the good things that had been delivered by the dragon with the tricycle last night.

The wooden door of the village was tightly closed, and a young man, sitting under a shade in the wall, jumped up when he saw something strange coming towards him.

Peel finally stopped the tricycle by the wooden door, and he shouted to the young man guarding the door: "Is the radish master of your village dead?

He chose this village yesterday when he was fighting for the mission, because his former squad leader was injured and retired ten years ago, and after retiring from the army, he followed the caravan that transported food to the army as a bodyguard, and later when the caravan was buying grain here, he met a little widow, so he settled here to get married and have children.

Such a retired soldier is strong in the village, whether it is to destroy demonic beasts or compete with the village for water sources, he is the main force, plus he is well-informed and has a flexible brain, so his status in the village is no worse than that of the village chief.

When he was born, his parents were harvesting radishes in the field, and his name was "radish".

With acquaintances here, Peel's work is easy to unfold.

A bald head in his fifties quickly appeared on the wooden door, "What's wrong with you rotten pear?"

Peel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old captain, and shouted: "It's good that you're not dead, open the door and let me in, I'll deliver medicine to you!"

The village gate soon opened, and Peel entered, finding it almost lifeless from the village where he was stationed.

"Why are you here?" asked the radish master, "Why do you wear such a strange vest on a hot day, what is printed on the back, what are you riding this, and what medicine are you bringing here?"

Peel pulled the car into the shade under the fence and said, "Don't ask so much, I'll talk to you later, and now I'll get to work." ”

"Hurry up and take me to the patients in your village, and eat early. ”

Master Radish had long been accustomed to his style of working first and then talking nonsense, so he just asked worriedly, "Is your medicine expensive?"

"No money!" said Peel, "we don't charge any money for the medicine we Order, and our chief is the Earl of Maccaden, you know what I mean." ”

"Do you have the say in your village?"

After hearing the name of the local tyrant in the north, the radish lord was relieved, in the past two years, this old man has sold vegetables in winter, and he can't be poor when he drinks two more potions.

"Come with me. The radish lord said, "The old village chief died of illness a few days ago, and I am now the village chief." ”

Peel sighed, took a briefcase from the tricycle, and asked the old captain to help carry the wooden box containing the potion, and then began to dispense the medicine.

On the way, the radish master sighed and said: "There were originally about 200 people in our village, but more than 30 have died in the past few days, and there are still 50 or 60 sick people. ”

Peel also sighed and said, "It's good that your village has a well, but I've heard that there are a few villages that rely on the river to drink water, and the people in them are dead. ”

The radish lord shook his head and said, "Fortunately, the well tax collected by the lord of our village is not high, and most of the families are pumping water from the well, otherwise our village will not be much better." ”

"Fortunately, Bishop Luwen would come to the village every other day to bless the sick, otherwise many people would not be able to survive now. ”

"After the old village chief left, I went to the castle to find the old man, and wanted to ask him to buy some medicine for everyone, but his family had already left. ”

They arrived at the house of the first patient, where there was a strong smell of smoked mosquitoes and herbs, and a sick man was asleep on his bed. The patient's one- or two-year-old child was crawling and playing on the floor, with a rope tied around his waist and the other end of the rope tied to the table leg.

The radish master said to Peel: "The man of this family was sick yesterday, and his wife went out to dig wild vegetables, and came back in the afternoon. ”

"He drank some of the usual herbs, but it didn't work, so we had to stuff it up for him with a stopper so that he could pull less water. ”

Peel took a form and pencil out of his briefcase, wrote something on it briefly, and asked, "Can you wake him up, I want to ask him a few questions." ”

Lord Radish looked at him a little surprised, "You're going to be cured?"

Peel replied, "I'm just following the doctor's instructions, and I'll let the doctors judge when I get back." ”

The patient was soon woken up by the two slaps of the turnip, and Peel was a little frightened, as he had not been woken up by this since he was a recruit.

As soon as the patient heard that someone had come to deliver the medicine, he hurriedly struggled to sit up, and Peel hurriedly told him to lie down.

From the simple question and answer, it can be learned that the patient went to water the field a few days ago, but his hands touched the river water, and he did not wash his hands carefully before returning to eat, but simply washed it with well water, and finally fell into the trick.

At this time, Radish Master filled a cup with a glass of water according to Peel's instructions, and poured a bottle of fungicide extracted from maple syrup the size of his thumb into it.

The patient got up and took the potion, and drank it as if he were drinking nectar.

"You lie down and have a good rest. Peel put the medical record paper back in his purse, "It's better to drink some thin paste for dinner today, and I'll come back later." ”

After coming out of this house, the two went to the patient's house on the other side.

A girl of eighteen or nineteen was kneeling on the floor, clasped her hands and singing a prayer:

"It's really uncomfortable to be sick with my mother. ”

"I want to ask a doctor to take medicine, but my family has no money. ”

"Get down on your knees and pray to my god that she may be cured of her sickness. ”

"The power of light is full,"

"Singing and singing for the whole family. ”

"Pray for God's grace,"

"Thank God for your grace. ”

......

After the girl stood up after singing, the radish master knocked lightly on the door and said, "Girl, someone has brought medicine." ”

The girl was immediately overjoyed, and immediately fell down on her knees and sang again:

"My God, I praise You,"

"Thou art merciful and loving, and give new life to mortals. ”

......

Peel outside the door pursed his lips, he believed in the god of war, and the Earl of Maccaden said that he had an iron relationship with the god of souls and dreams, and what was the matter with the god of light.