Traveling through ancient times to survive

"Finally, I have one more thing to say. The flood came out from the deep mountains. I don't know if there are any dirty things we don't know about. So don't eat wild animals in the mountains now. Everyone must take precautions to avoid getting sick."

Worried that everyone would pretend to obey but actually disobey, the village chief spoke in a more stern tone.

"Don't take it lightly. If someone is sick, they can't see a doctor in this situation, so they can only bear it themselves. For everyone's safety, I will definitely send him away to live alone. We can't let him infect others and affect the whole village."

The villagers took it seriously and no one wanted to be separated out. Being isolated was not a pleasant feeling.

"If someone is sick, tell me and I will take you back after you recover. If you try to hide it, I will not tolerate it and will expel your whole family from the village!"

The village chief used both kindness and force to encourage the villagers to monitor each other.

"Everyone should be more vigilant. If you find someone sick, you can report it to me privately. This is not betrayal. Don't think it's a mean act or feel sorry for others. This idea is totally wrong. This is a heroic act. It is for the safety of everyone's life. You are the benefactor of the whole village, and I will reward you."

The villagers finally understood the seriousness of the matter after hearing the village chief repeatedly emphasize the consequences of getting sick. Several experienced elders in the tribe reacted and looked unhappy. The village chief was worried about the epidemic.

One of them asked: "Village chief, how can we protect ourselves?"

"This is a good question. As the saying goes, diseases come from the mouth. First of all, we should pay attention to cleanliness. Wash your hands before eating. Even if the water is filtered and looks clean, you should boil it before drinking. Don't eat wild animals. Then wear a mask frequently, change and clean it every day, and boil it again after washing. Don't be bothered. We have no medicine and no doctor, so this is the only way. As for what a mask is, you can ask Zhao Chengchuan's wife later."

It's over, it's over. Zhao Lan was panicking. Is there a plague? If I get infected, and there's no doctor, won't I just wait to die?

After the meeting, the women asked Wang Mei how to sew masks, and the men made filter barrels.

Zhao Lan secretly found Zhao Qing and took her to a deserted place.

"Cousin, tell me, is there a plague?"

Zhao Lan stared at Zhao Qing's mouth, afraid that the beautifully shaped red lips would reveal an answer that would frighten her.

"We have good protection here so there won't be any for the time being."

Zhao Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but then she became nervous again when she noticed Zhao Qing's choice of words.

"What do you mean by temporarily?"

Zhao Qing calmly answered: "The scope of the snowstorm is definitely not limited to our area. The same is true for the floods now. There must be a lot of people who died outside because of these two disasters. The government should be unable to control them. A large number of corpses are rotting in the water, which is a breeding ground for the plague. When the floods recede, with the speed at which the plague spreads, this place will not be safe."

Zhao Lan took a breath and said, "Cousin, do you have any idea?"

"When all the snow on the mountain melts and the road becomes easier to walk on, we will move to the deep mountains to avoid this wave of plague."

"Everyone together? I wonder if everyone is willing to move into the mountains?"

Zhao Qing smiled mysteriously and did not answer. Zhao Lan understood that the boss was not hot-blooded and was a rational person. He would not take everyone's life as his responsibility and force others to make decisions. At most, he would give a simple reminder, and the rest of the choice depended on themselves.

"Cousin, don't forget to remind me when you leave!" Zhao Lan looked at Zhao Qing pitifully, fearing that the boss would run away secretly.

Zhao Qing said jokingly: "You are a little confident. You are a mobile granary. If we can't grow food in the future, we will rely on you for food. How can I not take you with me?"

"Yes! I also have a farm! I almost forgot. When I reach the next level, I will see if the anti-epidemic drugs will be unlocked in the mall."

Zhao Lan slapped her head and felt relieved. She had a cheat and was not a burden that would only hold her back.

Judging from the boss's behavior, he is not like the heroines in those famine-escaping novels, who have the belief that they must take the whole village with them. Zhao Lan was relieved. The books all said that the saints would be killed first in the end of the world. You must know that in troubled times, good people are the first to be pitted and killed.

Fortunately, the boss has a flexible bottom line and is not the kind of rigid and upright person. After all, this is a different world. He still adheres to the concept of soldiers putting the people first. He saves everyone he sees, completely disregarding his own safety. She is about to run away.

It's not that she looks down on good people. Of course she admires kind and upright people. But what if the good people can't bear to see everyone starve to death and force her to reveal her golden finger to feed the people, what will she do?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lan broke out in a cold sweat, feeling extremely annoyed. Why was he so fierce before? Why did he casually tell others about his golden finger? Fortunately, the two people who knew about it are now very reliable, and no fourth person can know about it.

The expressions on Zhao Lan's face were varied, sometimes relieved, sometimes nervous, and sometimes scared.

Zhao Qing was curious, how did she manage to have so many vivid expressions on her face in such a short time? In her previous life, the people in the base lived day by day, numb and indifferent, without such rich emotions.

Zhao Lan came back to her senses and said, "Cousin, can I tell Sister Hong?" She recognized Zhao Hong as her elder sister willingly, so she must consider her.

"It's better not to do that now. The village chief is afraid of causing panic among the people, so he tried every means to conceal the news. If you leak it, won't the village chief's work be in vain?"

"That's right. I'll tell her when my cousin leaves." Once this matter was settled, Zhao Lan started to worry about the boss again. She carefully probed, "Cousin, are your current family members treating you well?"

Zhao Qing nodded: "Not bad."

Zhao Lan was even more embarrassed. Would she be beaten if she said bad things about her cousin's family in front of her? But if she didn't say anything, the boss would tell her that she was cold-faced but warm-hearted. What if she was really deceived by her original family? Forget it, she should just say it! At most, she would be beaten. She would just bear with it and it would pass.

Zhao Lan closed her eyes and mustered up the courage to say: "Cousin, you should be careful and never let others take advantage of you because you are soft-hearted. Your family should be nice to you because you are here, so they can survive in this harsh environment. Cousin, you don't have to feel guilty and feel moved, and you don't have to repay them. Just like the filtration device and masks this time, why do you have to make wedding clothes for others?"

"Okay, I know what you mean, and I know my limits."

Zhao Qing was amused. When had she ever given others the impression that she was easy to cheat? This naive little girl was still worried about being cheated? She looked so stupid, but others gave her a few small gifts, and she was so grateful that she even gave away her golden finger.

"But you..." Zhao Qing paused deliberately.

Thinking of the stupid things she did twice when she exposed her golden finger, Zhao Lan's face turned red: "Cousin, I know I was wrong, so you must not learn from me."

"I understand. Let's go home." Zhao Qing turned and left.

"By the way, I tell you I don't regret it!" Zhao Lan whispered as she looked at Zhao Qing's back. She only regretted her thoughtless behavior, not her trust in these two people.

Zhao Qing paused for a moment, without looking back, stretched out his hand and waved upwards, then continued walking forward.