Zhao Cuihua just felt less uncomfortable, but her body was still weak.
Usually he listens to his daughter the most. After hearing what she said, he immediately nodded and lay on the bed again.
He looked toward the window on the right: "Can I open the window?"
It would also let her know what the weather was like outside and reminisce about her time in this house. If she left, she would have no regrets.
Yan Qingyao didn't know what Zhao Cuihua was thinking, thinking that she hadn't looked at the sky outside for several days and was a little missed.
Yan Qingyao shook her head: "Mom, your health has just improved, and you are still very weak. If you open the window, you will easily catch the cold."
Zhao Cuihua didn't want her daughter and son to see her sadness, so she could only pretend to be calm and nodded.
After witnessing that her medicine was effective, Yan Qingyao immediately ran to the village chief's house. The door to the village chief's house was locked, and the originally bustling village now seemed lifeless.
Yan Qingyao patted the door in confusion. Could it be that the village chief was also tricked?
The slow speed of opening the door and the coughing sound that followed told Yan Qingyao that her guess was correct.
The person who opened the door was the village chief's wife. Seeing Yan Qingyao standing at the door, the village chief's wife coughed twice: "He fell ill when he came back the day before yesterday, because he has been running around the village and other villages in the past few days, and also went to participate in the Yue Min Festival. The king’s village chiefs’ meeting, the villages and the army were all infected by the plague.”
Yan Qingyao's thoughts drifted away. It seemed that the plague had spread throughout the Yuemin area...
"Fortunately, you are not infected. Go back now and don't come out."
After saying that, she was about to close the door.
Yan Qingyao was still wondering if it was because of the system that she hadn't been infected yet. When she heard the door being closed, she immediately stretched out her hand to block the door from closing: "Wait a minute."
Yan Qingyao took out the medicine in her hand: "I developed the medicine, and my eldest brother and my mother had obvious effects after taking it..."
There was obvious hesitation in the eyes of the village chief's wife. She looked at the medicine and then at Yan Qingyao. A questioning look came out of her eyes, but she didn't say anything bad and just silently pushed the door open...
Yan Qingyao immediately pressed the door: "I also drank this medicine and got better."
She is standing here perfectly, seemingly much better than her elder brother or mother who cannot see her condition, at least she looks good.
The system trembled: Don't talk nonsense, I can't protect you.
When Yan Qingyao heard this, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows proudly: Isn't this good? It shows that this girl has done a very good job in health and safety. Basically the whole village is infected, but I am strong and healthy.
Seeing the village chief's wife hesitate. Afraid that she would lose her mind, Yan Qingyao immediately shouted: "Village Chief, Village Chief, I'm here to find you."
After saying that, he squeezed into the room while the village chief's wife was unprepared and had little strength.
Still vaguely remembering which room Chen Xiaoyu said his grandfather, the village chief, was in, Yan Qingyao walked two steps at a time, and luckily she made the right move, finding the village chief's room just in time.
The village chief's wife came later. Even though she was weak, she slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth and coughed, and then said softly: "You are a woman, and you just barged in like this. What if others see you and criticize your reputation? "
What he said was not harsh criticism, but sympathy and guidance for her.
Yan Qingyao stuck out her tongue behind her homemade mask, then nodded: "I'm thinking about the village chief's illness, aren't I?"
I almost forgot about the ancient thoughts here.
Yan Qingyao glanced at the village chief. He was ten years older than Zhao Cuihua. In addition, the life of ancient people was short, and he was already very sick in just two days.
In the past two days, I was in a hurry to visit various villages and attend meetings. Today, I have lost several kilograms and looks skinny.
When he saw her, the village chief blinked, as if recalling who this was, but fortunately he was still very clear: "Qingyao Wazi."
Yan Qingyao picked up the medicine: "Village Chief, I developed the medicine."
Although I don't understand what she means by developing it, I can probably understand it if I take a guess.
Although she has made various operations in the past few months that others cannot see through, and has led Chenjiacun's life to become better and better, Chen Chunsheng still knows how much she weighs.
I have never studied medicine, but now I have brought my own medicinal materials.
He glanced at her, as if declaring his last words: "I have been honest and aboveboard in my work all my life, and I have always had a clear conscience. If I cannot escape today, the people in my heart who will be the most reluctant to let go are the villagers of Chenjia Village."
"Although Chenjiacun is not the poorest, it has never gotten better and better in my hands over the years. Finally, things got better in the past few months, but another plague came."
"If you, Qingyao son, are lucky enough to survive, then lead the villagers of Chenjiacun well for me and make life better for the better."
The more Yan Qingyao listened, the more confused she became. They said they had made a medicine, so how could it still be like leaving a last message?
Listening further, I realized that he didn't believe that she had the ability to make medicine at all.
However, when she thought about it, they didn't believe that she was normal, just like her sullen elder brother. Yan Qingyao couldn't help but feel a warm current flow into her heart, and there was another family affection that bound her.
"Where is the medicine jar here?" Yan Qingyao looked left and right, trying to find the medicine jar.
Hearing that she was coming, Chen Xiaoyu had to come over even if he was sick and had a fever.
As soon as she felt sick with a fever, Chen Xiaoyu became even more delicate and stretched out her arms to hug her: "Sister Yaoyao, I want to eat sweets."
They didn't know how to prevent the plague, so they could only put Chen Xiaoyu in a small room alone for isolation, but they didn't expect that he actually ran out.
"Xiaoyu!" They all subconsciously covered their mouths and noses: "Hurry in, or you will be infected more seriously."
Chen Xiaoyu seemed to not hear what they said, looking at Yan Qingyao pitifully: "Sister Yaoyao, I feel so uncomfortable."
With the distance between the two of them, Yan Qingyao clearly felt that the person holding her was like a small stove, and the temperature was very high at first glance.
Yan Qingyao couldn't care less about leisure: "Chen Xiaoyu, where is your medicine jar?"
Chen Xiaoyu's face turned red from the heat. He pulled her with his hand and walked to the kitchen. He stretched out his finger and pointed: "Here."
Yan Qingyao took out a piece of White Rabbit candy from her arms and gave it to him, wanting him to go back and rest, but seeing how dependent he was on her, with such a small body, he was staggering when he walked.
Yan Qingyao had no choice but to pull him to her side and let him sit next to her. She quickly mixed the medicine.
The village chief and his wife just looked at their grandson walking away with him. The village chief's wife looked worried, bit her lip, and glanced in the direction of Chen Chunsheng. When she saw him, she just watched and said nothing...
The village chief's wife sighed and had no choice but to let him go...
