The little person is not as tall as her thighs, and she is as busy as a little spinning top all day long, which makes Mrs. Wu feel distressed, and she makes every effort to open a small stove for her and make delicious food.

Song Ziran is not a person who eats alone, she will share it with her family. The adults and brothers in the family will definitely not rob her of food. In the end, only Guoguo and Xiao Shi accompanied her to eat Wu Pozi's small stove. Even so, she still lost weight visibly with the naked eye, and her fleshy little round face was thinned into a pointed chin.

Song Ziran took photos in the mountain stream, and thought stinkily: After she lost weight, she looked better, with big eyes, long eyelashes, a pretty nose, a small mouth, and a full beauty embryo - no wonder we love everyone, flowers bloom, and cars have flat tires......

Not only the three families on the mountain, but even the three families of Zhang Orion in the forest, also joined the ranks of baking medicines, crushing, refining honey, and rubbing pills. Bottles of "artemisinin pills" were transported to the bottom of the mountain, and the good news kept coming - Song Damao's illness was completely cured without any sequelae; The little boy's body is getting better day by day, he can eat, he can go to the ground, and he can command the soldiers to treat the sick victims......

The sick victims were carried to a Zhuangzi for isolation and treatment. It was originally a death to carry it in, but now it has become the hope of life for the victims. The number of artemisinin pills is not very good to keep up, so I will pick up the use of severe cases first.

What makes the patients feel excited is that the seriously ill patients are getting better day by day after taking the pills. In the past, I could only wait for death with a disgraced face, but now I have rekindled the hope of life. When a group of seriously ill patients were cured and walked out of the Zhuangzi by themselves, the Zhuangzi was no longer the entrance to hell, but the salvation of the lives of the victims.

When I was sick before, I always hid and tucked it away, not daring to expose it, for fear of being carried into the Zhuangzi, which is known as "Huangquan Road", and waiting to die. Now that I'm sick, I can't wait to enter Zhuangzi and wait for the special medicine of the palace.

According to word of mouth, the gods in the heavens were moved by King Chen's kindness to the people, and sent fairies to send special medicine to help him drive away the plague god. The people also said that King Chen had emptied all the family funds in King Chen's mansion for the sake of the people in recent years, but he had no money to marry his daughter-in-law.

The people also said that for the sake of the victims, King Chen almost folded his most beloved brother in Qianshan Town. The little fairy was moved by his righteousness, saved his younger brother, and gave him a special medicine......

"Little fairy? A four-year-old milk doll fairy? Xiao Jinyu couldn't help but laugh when she heard these rumors. When he woke up, he told him. The medicine that saved his life was sent by the Song family. As for how their family could have a prescription that could cure the plague, Xiao Jinyu was not surprised, and she didn't want to ask.

The little girl of the Song family always gave him a sense of mystery that was out of harmony, how could there be a four-year-old milk doll that was so smart and beautiful? Perhaps, she is really a little fairy who rescues the suffering, and when she learned that there was such a big disaster in Chongzhou, she came down to the earth to save her, right?

Zhuang Beili came in from outside with beads of sweat on his face, picked up the cup in front of Xiao Jinyu, and poured a sigh of tea. He said to Xiao Jinyu: "I have already collected all the medicinal materials you mentioned. Just pointing to those families on the mountain, when will they be able to make enough pills they need? ”

Xiao Jinyu carefully looked at the report of the recent number of illnesses and deaths, and now there is another item - the number of people who have recovered. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and said, "Look at this, now the number of people who are cured every day is increasing day by day, and the death toll has been reduced to a minimum amount. It's just that the number of sick people is still increasing. Haven't you delivered the medicine to make mosquito repellent kits yet? If it doesn't work, let the people cut some wormwood, and then light the dead leaves and smoke! ”

Zhuang Beili nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have already ordered it to go down." The increase in the number of infected people is not necessarily due to poor mosquito control. Many of them have symptoms at the beginning and just don't report them. ”

For ordinary people, especially the elderly, they all hope to have a whole corpse after death. After reporting, those who died without being cured were burned to ashes by fire before being buried, so as not to contaminate the land and water sources with the plague virus. And almost none of those who were brought into the Zhuangzi came out alive. There are not a few people who are infected with the plague and do not report it.

Now that they have a good medicine to cure their diseases and see a chance to survive, they are worried that they will be late to enter Zhuangzi and will not be able to arrange special medicine. What's even more ridiculous is that those who are ill with ordinary diseases are stunned to say that they have contracted the plague and ask to enter Zhuangzi for treatment.

"By the way, the old divine doctor invited by Cousin Wen Tao pestered him every day to ask who was the holy hand who made the 'Artemisia Pill', and wanted to meet him. Wen Tao's cousin was so entangled that he had no choice but to hide in the mountains. Zhuang Beili smiled and gloated.

He suddenly remembered something, and said, "Jinyu, you said that the divine doctor couldn't find his cousin, would he ask you to come here?" ”

Xiao Jinyu's writing hand paused, and her expression froze on her thin handsome face. He handed the written letter to Shi Jian and asked him to send it to Chongzhou Mansion. Then he instructed Shi Mo: "Fang Caibei's cousin's proposal is very good, we need too many 'Artemisia Pills' every day, don't burden the Song family." You go and count some soldiers, and I will personally send them to the Song family and the Jiang family. By the way, there are also iron pots, charcoal, honey, and bottles for baking medicine, hurry up and load the car, don't miss the treatment in Zhuangzi! ”

Zhuang Bei said: This little thing, still use your little prince of Chenwangfu to go out in person? However, he was not stupid, and when he contacted what Fang Cai himself said, he immediately understood Xiao Jinyu's intentions. He didn't care about his butt just touching the chair, so he got up and said, "Wait for me, I'll go too!" ”

Therefore, when the old doctor came to look for the little boy, the place was empty......

Xiao Jinyu took the more clever soldiers selected from the army, there were hundreds of people, escorting the medicinal materials needed for medicine, and walked through the pass and towards the mountains. The people along the way watched them with pious eyes—these medicines were the hope of their survival!

"I heard that the little fairy lives in the mountains and instructs everyone to make medicine every day. Don't bother, if you annoy the little fairy and don't give us the magic medicine, we'll be really finished! ”

"Not really! The plague spread quickly, and we were sealed here, originally waiting for death. Sooner or later! Fortunately, King Chen's sincerity touched the little fairy and gave us a miracle medicine, giving us hope again. ”

"I have heard that there was a plague in the south a few years ago. Do you know how the imperial court did it? Burn down the plague Zhuangzi and the nearby villages! ”

"What? What about the man? ”

"You don't need to ask, they're all burned to death! I'm afraid that someone will escape and spread the plague! ”