"No need to fan me, just fan yourself. Look at you, your head is covered with sweat from the heat," Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang smiled disapprovingly, "It's okay, I'll just take a cold shower later."

"No, you can't take a cold shower. You must use hot water to wash, or let the hot water cool down before washing. You are not allowed to use raw water!" She said with a serious face.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then remembered her previous precautions and nodded quickly.

"Well, whatever you say is fine!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, turned around, and looked at the medical book in front of her.

Frowning, thinking.

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang asked: "Still haven't found a suitable remedy, right?"

Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm', feeling a little depressed.

Luo Fengtang said: "In everything, just do your best, and do your best to obey fate. Don't push yourself too hard."

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly and whispered: "I didn't dare to say anything in front of everyone in the main room for fear of causing panic."

"I'm worried that Sister-in-law Jinhua's death is just the beginning."

The cool breeze paused for a moment.

Luo Fengtang's pupils widened, and then his thick eyebrows slowly knitted together.

"When I was in the southern military camp, I heard Uncle Bai say something."

"He said that a similar plague occurred in the northern Yizhou area a few years ago. In just a few days, the villagers in several villages almost died."

"There are corpses on the roadside."

"Not to mention that the common people couldn't afford good medicine because they couldn't afford to see the disease. Even some local wealthy households, landlords and wealthy people at that time were waiting to die after being infected."

"This incident alarmed the imperial court. They sent troops to blockade the area, dug a large deep pit and piled the corpses inside. Several villages were set on fire."

"It was not only the houses and trees that were burned, but also the dying patients, and even one or two children who were not infected."

"But, in that situation, no one dares to feel sympathy."

"Later, Uncle Bai and others passed through that area during the war. The villages and fields in the past have now become wilderness."

"In addition to the grass on the roadside, you can occasionally find one or two broken tiles burned by the fire, which proves that that place was noisy and inhabited in the past..."

After listening to Luo Fengtang's words, Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips and revealed a wry smile.

"If this plague gets worse, our village will not be able to escape this fate," she said.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er. When the last resort comes, I will definitely find a way to take you, your parents, and your brothers out of here!"

After all, he was also one of the best young generals in Da Qi, holding military power.

He still has the ability to protect those closest to him.

Hearing his words, Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"This is my home, and I am a nostalgic person."

"Furthermore, even if we can take my father, mother and brothers away, my father and mother still have people they care about and want to take with them!"

"My father will certainly not be able to bear to leave my grandparents, and my mother will not be able to let go of my father-in-law and my mother-in-law."

"And my grandma, grandma and grandma, they also have their own bond."

"So, escaping is unrealistic. Fighting to the end is what I want to do!" she said.

Luo Fengtang looked at her with a complicated expression.

After a moment of silence, a flash of admiration flashed across his eyes.

"Okay, I'll accompany you to the end!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him and smiled happily.

"Okay, I've almost rested. I have to continue to check the information. Finding a good medicine to fight the plague is the best way!"

That night, she searched for medical books in the warehouse.

He fanned her all night long.

It wasn't until the rooster in the backyard crowed for the third time that she realized that the night had passed.

This night was not in vain. Although she still had not found a cure, she was no longer at a loss in her heart.

She already had some idea of ​​how to fight this plague.

"Are your arms sore?" She looked at his hand holding the handle of the fan and asked with a smile.

He shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

She cooed, "Stretch your hand over here."

He was startled for a moment, then Yiyan stretched out his hand.

She held his arm and gently kneaded the muscles on his arm with her ten delicate fingers.

"We're going to Yujia Village today, right?" she asked while squeezing.

"Yeah." He nodded.

Post-disaster reconstruction is a huge project.

At the moment, just repairing the dangerous buildings that are on the verge of collapse is enough to keep their construction team busy.

"If you go to Yujia Village, you should be more careful and pay close attention to see if anyone in the village over there is infected with the plague."

she warned.

"As soon as you discover the situation, report it immediately. Do you understand?"

"Um!"

"I can still sleep for a while, so go back to the house and go to sleep, otherwise I won't have the energy to repair the house tomorrow."

She put down his arm and urged.

Luo Fengtang nodded, feeling that the pain in his arm was obviously relieved, and he grinned at her.

"Qing'er is really good at massaging. My arms feel comfortable," he said.

She smiled and blinked: "Go back to the house and sleep."

"Why, aren't you going to sleep?" he asked, seeing her still sitting there.

Yang Ruoqing stood up immediately: "I have to take a bath first before I can sleep."

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"Qing'er, Qing'er, have you heard? Two people died in Yujiacun last night, and several others got the plague!"

In the morning, when Yang Ruoqing was washing clothes by the pond, Cao Bamei came running over like a gust of wind.

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was startled and the mallet in her hand fell into the water.

"Yongjin and his construction team are building a house in Yujia Village. If Yongjin is infected, Yongjin will die. What should we do?"

Cao Bamei remembered that she was about to burst into tears, and she was shaking as she held Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing's hands were also cold.

"The epidemic has expanded. No, we have to call my second brother and the others back immediately!"

She said, turned around and ran towards home, not even bothering to wash her clothes, not even bothering to get the basin and soap powder.

When we got home, Mu Zichuan, Lao Yangtou, Yang Huaan, Li Zheng and the others had already arrived.

Everyone was talking about Yujiacun, and everyone looked solemn. Old Yangtou and Yang Huaan were even more anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei running in from the door, Lao Yang rushed over first.

The old man grabbed Yang Ruoqing's arm and said in a trembling voice: "It's terrible, it's terrible. The plague has reached Yujia Village, and people have died again."

"Your fourth uncle and second brother went to Yujia Village early in the morning to build a house. Qing'er, hurry up, hurry up, they listen to you, call them back quickly!"

Yang Huaan also ran over and said the same thing as Old Yangtou.
Chapter completed!