The old aunt suddenly had the idea of pulling her into the water. As soon as she raised her hand, Yan Qingyao easily understood her heart: "I am the only one who can save you now."
As soon as these words came out, the old aunt's hand stopped immediately and looked at her for a long time, as if considering the credibility of what she said.
Yan Qingyao had no time to care about so much. She took out another towel from her arms and checked the mother-in-law's condition through the towel.
She was lying flat on the ground, with only a few bumps on her arms all over her body, as if there were bite marks.
Yan Qingyao asked: "What is this?"
The old aunt's husband looked over and recognized the wound at a glance: "It was a bite from a mosquito when it rained a few days ago and there were many mosquitoes in the house."
Mosquito bite?
It felt much easier than expected. Yan Qingyao hurriedly left a sentence: "Just stay here and don't move." and left.
When she called the doctor, the old aunt and her husband were much more honest and they really didn't dare to touch the "body". They just left it where it was and waited for them to see it.
The doctor looked at it carefully and concluded: "The root cause is her. The viral cause is mosquito virus, and there is no cure."
Yan Qingyao thought it was a joke. If a college student doesn’t understand traditional Chinese medicine, how can he still not understand basic chemistry and innovation, culture, and health?
"I understand!" Yan Qingyao stood up, as if she had accepted a sacred mission, and quickly walked towards the village chief's house.
When she arrived at the village chief's house, Chen Xiaoyu came out to greet her. After eating the candy she gave her, she couldn't forget it. She also tasted her watermelon, which was sweet and delicious. When Chen Xiaoyu saw her, she smiled and welcomed her.
When he heard that she came to see his grandfather, Chen Xiaoyu shook his head: "Grandpa is not at home."
Chen Xiaoyu, who often listened to his grandfather handling things at home, probably understood what Yan Qingyao meant when she came to see her grandfather, so he immediately told her the news he heard this morning: "Grandpa said there is a plague in the village recently. Sister Yaoyao, don't get infected. .”
Yan Qingyao pursed her lips: "I just came to talk to your grandfather about this."
"Ah?" Chen Xiaoyu opened his mouth slightly: "Then I will help you find grandpa?"
"That's not necessary." Yan Qingyao thought for a while and came up with a new idea: "Since your grandpa is not here, do you know what your grandpa usually says when he organizes the villagers?"
"I know." Chen Xiaoyu immediately ran to his neighbor's house. There were several playmates of his size and told them that grandpa was going to call the villagers for a meeting. They immediately ran out, one person in one direction, and within a quarter of an hour, the villagers who had time They all came.
When we arrived at the village chief's house, he started to shout impatiently: "What does the village chief want from us?"
"Someone in our family has a fever and is waiting for the doctor to come!"
"This is a plague, don't you know?"
It was said that Yan Qingyao was waiting for the doctor to come to the location where the medicinal materials should be distributed. Because she didn't go and the doctor was too busy, the news hadn't reached them yet.
In just a few minutes, we started talking about the plague in the village. Each household talked about the people and situations in their family members who had fevers and coughs. The more they talked, the more their hearts sank. Since it was a plague, there must be no way to escape it. .
The landlord's family sent a servant. Apparently the family was too busy with the plague to pay attention to such a notice. They waited for the servant to come and receive the notice before passing it on to them.
Seeing them hearing about the plague, they shook their heads one after another, not daring to delay any longer, and kept shouting where the village chief was.
The village chief's parents were in the room, not daring to say a word and leaving it to Yan Qingyao.
Chen Xiaoyu was busy helping Yan Qingyao, and when he saw someone shouting in a hurry, he behaved like a little adult like a village chief: "Why are you so anxious? Isn't it because the villagers are calling you because they have a big policy? ?”
The man looked at him fiercely, thinking that this was the village chief's house and he was the village chief's grandson, so he lost his temper and waited for the village chief to come out.
Chen Xiaoyu quickly counted each household, walked to Yan Qingyao's side, and whispered: "Everyone is here except the old aunt's house."
Yan Qingyao frowned, remembering the environment of her old aunt's house. It was surrounded by mountains and there was no foundation. Unless it was sunny for ten days in summer, it would easily get damp when it rained. This was the source of the virus.
The person who needed reform the most did not show up. Yan Qingyao just thought for a moment, nodded, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Quiet, everyone, please be quiet first."
The whole place fell silent immediately, but some people were unconvinced and said to her: "Are you the village chief? You called us over in a hurry."
Obviously full of doubts about her.
Yan Qingyao looked serious and spoke in a slightly loud voice, ensuring that everyone present could hear: "I have a way to deal with the plague."
At this moment, the whole place was silent and no one spoke.
What's the use of the village chief? Being able to deal with the plague is the most important thing.
Seeing that the unconvinced people had calmed down, Yan Qingyao told her what she found at her old aunt's house, and why she thought there was a plague, and then said: "So, in order to prevent the plague from happening again, our village Reform, rebuild the foundation and the house according to My standards.”
"You make it easy, as if we are as rich as you."
"Nonsense, what's the difference between this and driving us out of Chenjiacun?"
"Don't listen to her! Let's go!"
The whole village was suddenly bustling with people, and even a few people who thought what she said was reasonable were speechless when they heard the outrage.
Unable to wait for the village chief, when she said these words, the whole village immediately shook their heads and swarmed towards the house.
Chen Xiaoyu is the grandson of the village chief, just teasing people. Yan Qingyao is such a big girl, and she still likes to tease people.
In just a moment, the people around him left and stayed, and almost half of them disappeared.
When Chen Chunsheng came back, he heard what the villagers said and couldn't help but glance at Yan Qingyao. He had already learned the basic information from the villagers.
"You..." Chen Chunsheng frowned, looking at the increasingly hopeless state of the village after learning the news, and didn't know what to say.
Yan Qingyao told the village chief what she said. Although she knew that if she came from this environment, she would not believe what she said, but there was no other way besides letting the village chief consolidate people's hearts.
After hearing this, Chen Chunsheng shook his head: "Young Master Chenjia Village said that there are more than a hundred households in loess thatched houses. Let them all rebuild their houses? Impossible."
Yan Qingyao remembered the income table of Chenjia Village that the system had shown to her, and let the system unfold it in front of her again. Although they still looked poor from the outside, the table showed that the poorest family also had thirty taels of savings. .
Yan Qingyao: "Now is the time when people's lives are at stake. Why are they hiding their money? They still have to use it."
Chen Chunsheng was so angry at her words that he trembled: "Not every household has a field like yours."
