"Poof!!"

Wu Xu vomited blood on the ground, and the scene was chaotic all of a sudden.

"In the medicine, in the medicine!" The village chief's youngest daughter shouted, "Lin Mianmian must be trying to murder my father, and as soon as the village chief dies, she will be in charge of the village!" ”

The scene was chaotic all of a sudden, and the villagers panicked.

Lin Mianmian's heart tightened: "Nonsense! ”

"Lin Mianmian, over the years, we have tolerated you enough, but this time you are too much, you actually ...... How dare you poison my father! ”

"I didn't!" Lin Mianmian defended, "There can't be a problem with this prescription!" ”

However, the three sons of the village chief have surrounded her, although they are timid, but their father has become like this, so they don't care about anything:

"Lin Mianmian, you still have a hard mouth!"

"My dad has vomited blood, how do you explain it!!"

However, the next second, a trembling voice came from behind them: "Stop." ”

Wu Xu had stopped vomiting blood, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze condensed.

"Daddy!"

"Are you alright?"

"I ......" Wu Xu pressed his chest, "I feel much looser in my chest......"

Everyone was shocked, Lin Mianmian hurriedly checked his pulse, and found that his pulse was much more stable.

"It seems that just now you vomited out the old blood that was blocked in your chest before, and after drinking two bowls of medicine, you will be completely fine."

Soon, Wu Xu drank the second bowl of medicine, his face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wu Xu finished drinking the last dose of medicine, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.

"I'm feeling better now!"

Everyone's face was written with incredulity, and they couldn't help but whisper.

Wu Xu turned to Lin Mianmian: "Mianmian, where did you learn this medical skill?" ”

"Well...... this" Lin Mianmian casually made an excuse, "I recently found an ancient book at home, which contains a recipe for curing the plague, if you don't dislike it, I can share this recipe with you, and in the future, our Xinghua Village will never be plagued by the plague again!" ”

When the villagers heard this, there was a brief silence.

The next second, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers!

Great, great!

The plague has finally been solved!

Although this is the savior who quelled the plague, it is Lin Mianmian, who likes to oppress the villagers the most on weekdays, but they can't take care of it too much at the moment, so they hurriedly prepared a pen and paper and asked Lin Mianmian to write down the life-saving prescription.

"Alright, here's the recipe for you! Lin Mianmian wrote down the prescription and slapped it on the table, "Village elder, you should also give me the key that locks Leng Feibai!" ”

Wu Xu took out a key from his bosom and handed it to her.

When Lin Mianmian reached out to take it, Wu Xu withdrew her hand, and she took it empty.

"Mianmian, you said that this Leng Feibai is your second uncle, since this is the case, he will be in your charge from now on."

Lin Mianmian was stunned for a moment, but still took the key and ran out.

But when she stepped on the snow and worked hard to come to the stone pillar, Leng Feibai was gone!

There was a chain scattered on the ground, the lock had been opened, and a piece of hay was stuck in the keyhole, and there was a trail of escaping footprints on the ground!

Leng Feibai actually pried open the iron lock and ran away!

Isn't he a demented fool, how can he pick the lock?

Don't...... Is he playing dumb?

Lin Mianmian looked around, and his footprints were in the direction of the mountain forest.

The footprints were covered with a thin layer of residual snow, and it seemed that he had fled before the snow stopped, and now he was probably far away.

Lin Mianmian hesitated for a moment and followed the footprints into the forest.

Before she could take a few steps, she saw a person in the distance lying unconscious on the ground, this person was Leng Feibai.

Leng Fei's white hair was scattered in the snow like this, and his posture of falling to the ground was like a hunted deer, a little awkward.

He tried his best to pick the lock, but after a few steps, he fell unconscious and collapsed in the snow.

Lin Mianmian leaned in and used his fingers to probe his snort, and he still had air.

The snowflakes were blowing, Lin Mianmian looked at Leng Feibai's thin clothes, and decided to take him back to his house first.

"You, what's the difference between running to lie down in the snow and sending you to death!" Lin Mianman muttered as he grabbed Leng Feibai's wrist.

The original owner's figure looks slender, but in fact, her body is very strong and full of strength, she must be a practitioner, so Lin Mianmian easily carried Leng Feibai on her back.

Leng Feibai's head leaned weakly against Lin Mianmian's back, his body was very light, and the whole person was also very thin, Lin Mianmian carried him on his back and walked all the way to home.

The thin white hair hung down, and with Lin Mianmian's walking movements, it swayed slightly in front of her.

Lin Mianmian quickly transported Leng Feibai to his farmhouse, and the whole person was put on the fire.

The quilts in this farmhouse were thin, so she covered Leng Feibai with two layers of quilts.

Leng Feibai should not be in danger of his life, so let him take a break here and let him wake up by himself.

The temperature of this kang has gone down, and it should be reheated.

But there was no firewood at home, and just as Lin Mianmian was about to go to the yard to collect some firewood, a skinny little boy suddenly walked in with a large bundle of firewood.

He was only eight or nine years old, and he had timidity on his little face.

He was followed by an even younger girl, only five or six years old, who also carried two bundles of firewood in her hands, and her face carried the same timidity.

Walking behind them was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, his figure was thin, but he carried the most firewood on his back, and it was like a small mountain.

There was no fear on his face, but there was disgust in his eyes when he looked at Lin Mianmian.

"Eldest sister, a few of us have already carried back the firewood you wanted." He said coldly.

Some memories flooded into Lin Mianmian's mind, these three children were the younger brothers and sisters of the original owner.

The older boy is called Lin Yin, the younger boy is called Lin Baobao, and the youngest girl is called Lin Huahua.

The original owner has no parents since he was a child, and the only relatives in this world are these three brothers and sisters. However, instead of cherishing them, the original owner has been oppressing them even more.

Yesterday, there was no firewood at home, and the original owner forced his younger brothers and sisters to go to Tengyan Mountain in the back to pick up firewood, and they were not allowed to come back if they didn't pick up enough ten loads.

In such a cold weather, and it was snowing, I saw that the faces, ears, and hands of the three children were frozen purple red.

Lin Mianmian's expression became complicated, and her eyes looked at the three children with some distress.

She secretly scolded in her heart: The original owner, you are not human!

"Where did you spend the night last night?" Lin Mianmian stepped forward and took Lin Huahua's little hand, "It must be very difficult on such a cold day." ”

Lin Huahua shrank for a moment, and then said in fear:

"Eldest sister, we spent the night at Uncle Li's at the entrance of the village...... Please don't hit us......"

Uncle Li at the entrance of the village is an old hunter in his eighties, and yesterday the three of them were collecting firewood on Tengyan Mountain, and they couldn't stand the cold, and they happened to meet Uncle Li who was hunting in the mountains. Uncle Li showed kindness and took the three of them home for the night.

The eyes of the three children were a little frightened, and seeing this, Lin Mianmian's heart was even more sour.

"What am I scolding you for?" Lin Mianmian touched Lin Huahua's little head, "It's hard work, you hurry into the house to warm up." ”

Lin Huahua looked incredulous, and then ran into the house.

"Eldest sister, can I go in too?" Lin Baobao's little face was full of envy.

"Silly boy, what's not to do in your own house!" Lin Mianmian urged, "You all go in quickly!" ”

Lin Yin's eyes became complicated, but he soon followed his younger siblings in.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a man lying unconscious on the kang in the outhouse, with gray hair that was extremely dazzling.

Isn't this the fool in the village!

When the three of them brought Chai He back, they heard some gossip, saying that the eldest sister saved Leng Feibai and found a cure for the plague, it seems that this is all true!

This unbelievable story is even more bizarre than the story of Mr. Storyteller......

It's all true!

Lin Yin secretly clenched his fists, his nails pinching the flesh.

Lin Mianmian, Lin Mianmian, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd!