"Don't worry, I won't come into direct contact with them." Shen Zhiyao put the mask she had used aside and continued sewing.
Pei Lingxuan was worried: "How can we rest assured? This is an epidemic!"
A disease that even doctors dare not treat!
"I'm going to cook some porridge and take it to the city gate to share with the refugees." She would add spiritual spring water to the porridge. She didn't have a doctor, hoping that the spiritual spring water could save the lives of the refugees.
Seeing that Shen Zhiyao was going no matter what, Pei Lingxuan was worried about her and thought about spending money to hire a doctor to check Zhiyao's health every day.
Shen Zhiyao was going to distribute porridge to the refugees outside the city gate. After Gan Lixin found out, he gave Shen Zhiyao part of the rice donated by the gentry and asked her to distribute it.
"Everyone has donated enough rice. Let's use these first."
When Gan Lixin handed the rice to Shen Zhiyao, he expressed his gratitude to her.
Now that the county government is short of manpower, Miss Shen's offer of help can be said to have alleviated their urgent need.
When there was enough rice in the warehouse, he didn't want kind-hearted people like Miss Shen to have to pay out of their own pockets.
The rice grains taken from the county government were all registered, and Shen Zhiyao also kept an account of how much he used every day.
After cooking the porridge, she put the mask on the donkey cart, got on the donkey cart, and prepared to go outside the city gate.
Chen Cuihua stopped her: "Zhiyao, let me go with you."
She was not reassured.
The restaurant area only gets busy before dinner, so she can help out in the morning.
Chen Cuihua insisted on going, and Shen Zhiyao asked her to put on the mask, and the two hurried to the city gate.
Outside the city gate.
Gan Lixin sent some government officials to guard the outer circle of the refugee pile at a distance, patrolling day and night to prevent some refugees infected by the epidemic from escaping.
"Brother, I'm going to die. Don't come near me anymore. You can live a few more days."
Among the refugees, Qi Letian, a boy of about seventeen years old who was terminally ill, was lying weakly on the bed. He spoke out to persuade his eleven or twelve-year-old brother Qi Liangkang, who wanted to get closer to him.
After hearing his words, Qi Liangkang did not respond. He silently approached the bed with a bowl of water and said, "Brother, drink some water."
"Hey, you..."
Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Qi Letian sighed and drank the water from the bowl.
"Everyone, go quickly, someone is here to share the porridge, and it's still meat porridge."
Outside the shed, the voices of other refugees could be heard.
Qi Liangkang picked up their bowls, turned around and left the shed.
Here, Shen Zhiyao gave the mask to the swordsman who had been following Gan Lixin, and also told him the function of the mask.
After the swordsman understood, he gave the mask to the yamen servant, and each of the refugees who came forward to receive the porridge was also given one.
Shen Zhiyao made vegetable and lean meat porridge this time. When the refugees received the porridge and drank it, they were instantly surprised.
This porridge is so delicious!
Before they fled the famine, their family sometimes cooked meat porridge, but compared with today's meat porridge, it was a world of difference.
"Brother, the porridge is back."
Qi Liangkang walked to Qi Letian with a bowl of porridge in one hand.
"Brother, drink it." Qi Liangkang fed the porridge to Qi Letian's mouth. Qi Letian was already too weak to take care of himself.
Smelling the aroma of meat, Qi Letian grinned and said, "I didn't expect that I could eat meat for the last meal before I die."
He was going to die after eating this meal. He felt like he was no longer alive.
While thinking about it, Qi Letian drank the porridge into his mouth.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Seeing Qi Letian's eyes widening after drinking the porridge, Qi Liangkang's nerves immediately became tense.
"Brother, this is fairy porridge!" Qi Letian suddenly shouted.
"I have never eaten such good porridge! Brother, you should eat it too."
After saying this, Qi Letian lowered his head and drank a bowl of porridge quickly.
"too delicious!"
Qi Letian couldn't help but marvel again.
Hearing that he seemed to be a little more energetic, Qi Liangkang's face became a little gloomy.
Is my brother really going to die? Is this a flashback?
"Brother, you should also drink this bowl of porridge."
Just let my brother eat more and be a satiated man.
"Don't give it to me." Qi Letian shook his head, "This is really immortal porridge, eat it quickly."
Finally, Qi Liangkang drank the porridge.
When the porridge was finished, Qi Liangkang and Qi Letian had completely different expressions.
Immortal porridge!
The next day, Qi Liangkang came back with two bowls of porridge.
"Brother, the fairy porridge is here."
"I will die after drinking this bowl. I will be satisfied with the immortal porridge before I die." Qi Letian took Qi Liangkang's hand and placed his mouth on the side of the bowl to finish the porridge.
The fifth day.
"After drinking this bowl, I will die..."
"Brother, I don't think you can die yet."
Qi Liangkang looked expressionlessly at Qi Letian, who could already hold the porridge and drink it by himself.
Qi Letian chuckled: "I'm not thinking about it. Maybe every time I think about it, I can live one more day. It's just like dreaming. If you think about death, you can't die."
Qi Letian's wild imagination made Qi Liangkang listen.
Before he drinks porridge, why don't he also think about it?
No, not anymore.
Qi Liangkang shook his head.
"Brother, I think the fairy porridge saved us. The sister who served the porridge may have put medicine in the porridge."
Qi Letian: "You are right, it was the fairy porridge that saved us. Hey, then why is there no medicinal flavor in the fairy porridge? Oh, I understand."
Before Qi Liangkang could answer, Qi Letian patted his head in sudden realization.
Qi Liangkang looked at him curiously.
Qi Letian: "It's our problem that we can't taste the medicine. It's our lack of knowledge."
"Someone is coming from the Valley of Miracle Doctors! We are saved!"
Suddenly, excited voices came from outside the shed.
Qi Liangkang, prompted by Qi Letian's eyes, hurried out to take a look.
Sure enough, I saw two teenagers and two girls checking everyone's pulse.
Although Qi Liangkang felt that his health had improved a lot since drinking the "immortal porridge", the arrival of the doctor still cheered him up.
"Yueya, why are you here too?"
As soon as Shen Zhiyao finished serving the porridge, Shen Yueya and four boys and girls appeared. The four boys and girls went to treat the refugees, and Shen Yueya came to see her.
"Sister, I'm worried about you and my brother. After hearing what happened in Tongfang County, I couldn't sit still. When master arranged for the senior brothers and sisters to come, I asked to come with them."
I didn't expect my sister to be giving porridge here.
She looked at Shen Zhiyao worriedly: "Sister, please reach out and let me take your pulse."
Shen Zhiyao gave her a mask: "Put this on first, and get some for your brothers and sisters."
Needless to say, Shen Zhiyao understood the function when he saw her wearing it on her face.
She checked Shen Zhiyao's pulse and confirmed that Shen Zhiyao was fine before giving the masks to her senior brothers and sisters.
In the early stage, Shen Zhiyao added porridge with Lingquan water, and now people from the Divine Doctor Valley joined in, and the epidemic among the refugees was quickly brought under control.
One month later, all recovered.
"Miss Chen, won't you come tomorrow?"
Qi Letian held the porridge bowl in his hand and stood beside Chen Cuihua.
"Not coming." Chen Cuihua shook her head while continuing to scoop porridge for the homeless people in line.
She had heard Zhiyao say that starting tomorrow, the county magistrate seemed to have other arrangements for the people of Changling Prefecture.
Zhiyao didn't come this morning either. He was invited by the county magistrate to discuss matters.
Wouldn’t that mean we can’t drink fairy porridge?
Qi Letian stared at the porridge in the bowl, a little reluctant to drink it.
"You did it on purpose, right?!"
Suddenly, an unkind voice sounded.
