Traveling through ancient times to survive

The sky was gray and heavy rain was pouring down, splashing on the water. In the camp on the mountain, Zhao Qing sat at the door, looking at the water drops that formed a line under the eaves, his eyes gradually became empty, and his thoughts drifted to who knows where.

"Qingya, put on more clothes. It's getting colder after the rain. It would be terrible if you catch a cold." Zhao Chengchuan's concerned voice sounded.

"No, Dad, I'm not cold." Zhao Qing, who had long been immune to cold and heat, did not look back.

Zhao Chengchuan frowned: "Be obedient! It's not like you don't have clothes to wear."

Wang Mei interrupted, "It's not a good idea to get sick now! If we get sick from the cold, our whole family will have to stay in the quarantine area."

Zhao Chengchuan said dissatisfiedly: "If you care, then you care. Why do you say such harsh words?"

Zhao Qing experienced what it meant for his father to think he was cold. He had no choice but to get up and put on another piece of clothing.

The heavy rain stopped people from going out, and outside the camp there was no noise of human activities except the sound of wind and rain.

Zhao Qing sat back down at the door and asked, "Dad, is the quarantine area finished?"

"It's only a little bit away from being completed. What's wrong?"

Zhao Chengchuan was wondering why his daughter suddenly became concerned about the construction progress of the quarantine area. Could it be that it would be used soon?

"Let's finish the work as soon as possible. I go out to observe the situation at the foot of the mountain every day. There are more and more floating corpses on the water." Zhao Qing's face became serious.

Zhao Chengchuan's expression changed. "Really? We haven't even noticed this. Qingya, didn't you say that we can't pile up too many bodies? Then should we fish out all the bodies and bury them?"

Zhao Qing shook his head: "Dad, it's useless. We can't handle all of them. The flood has already spread to other places. Water is flowing, and the bodies from other places are rushing over here. It never stops. Even if the entire village is mobilized and does nothing but retrieve the bodies all day, there will be another wave after we retrieve them. On the contrary, if we touch too many bodies, we will be more likely to be infected with the disease."

Zhao Chengchuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then gave an order: "Everyone be careful, wear masks from now on, and don't go out if you can."

"Got it." The four of them nodded in unison.

The heavy rain stopped and came, and it cleared up completely three days later.

Zhao Qing immediately went out to observe the flood at the foot of the mountain. The water level had risen a little more. There were corpses floating everywhere on the dim water, with their backs up and their faces down, floating past Zhao Qing's eyes. Zhao Qing, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't bear to turn his head away.

After I went home and cleaned it, Zhao Lan came to me with a panicked look on her face.

Wang Mei said in a surprised tone: "Lan Ya, what happened? Is there something wrong with grandpa and grandma?"

Zhao Lan managed to calm down and smiled: "Second Aunt, grandpa and grandma are fine, I have something to talk to my cousin."

"Mom, my cousin and I are going out for a while."

Zhao Qing took Zhao Lan to an empty corner.

"What happened?"

Zhao Lan's face was pale and bloodless, and her voice was trembling slightly.

"Boss, my mall has just been upgraded and medicine has appeared. What should I do? If it is not a very serious situation, the mall will not unlock medicine so easily. Last time, I almost froze to death and the mall did not unlock medicine. They only gave me a hot pack to keep me warm. Now that medicine has suddenly appeared, it must be a bad situation. I will definitely use it in the future, otherwise I may die."

Zhao Qing could no longer remain calm. With all her precautions, was it possible that a plague would still break out in the village?

"you sure?"

"Boss, I can't say it will happen 100%, but there is a high probability that something we don't want to see will happen."

Zhao Lan didn't even dare to mention the word plague, for fear that it would become true once she said it.

"Everyone has hidden in the mountains, isolated from the outside world. Everyone has followed all the precautions. Is it possible that we can't escape despite such strict precautions?" Zhao Qing muttered to himself with a grim expression.

"Yes, cousin, our village was well-defended but still got attacked. Are we going to let the whole world die together? The difficulty of survival is too high."

Zhao Lan's face turned even paler. She had never heard of such an outrageous plague in ancient times. Could it be that she had traveled to a doomsday novel where all human beings died? Was the bastard author deliberately making it difficult to torture people?

Zhao Qing felt that it was impossible. The person behind the scenes was not sick. He spent a lot of effort to send her and Zhao Lan here, and compensated them with a golden finger each, just to see that they would die within a year.

"I'm more inclined to believe that someone didn't follow the rules and got sick and then hid it."

According to modern medical knowledge, viruses that spread quickly generally sacrifice their toxicity. Generally speaking, viruses with high mortality rates have low transmission rates, and viruses that spread quickly are not too toxic.

There is a 99% chance that Zhao Lan’s golden finger warning will not be wrong. She should really be at risk of death, which means that the epidemic virus is highly pathogenic.

Assuming that everyone follows the village chief's instructions completely, Dashan Village can still be infected with the disease, which shows that the virus is highly contagious, which contradicts the previous conclusion.

Comparing the two, Zhao Qing still believed in Zhao Lan's golden finger more. There must be someone in the village who pretended to obey the village chief but actually ignored his words and got infected with the disease.

"Really? This way I won't be afraid anymore." Zhao Lan let out a long sigh, and her tense body relaxed.

Zhao Qing carefully reminded him: "I will go back and remind the village chief that you should be more careful."

"Okay, cousin, this is the medicine sold in the mall. I don't have many gold coins, so I can only give you this much for now."

Zhao Lan took out five boxes of fifty white pills in total. Zhao Qing took them, looked down, and was speechless.

Zhao Lan looked embarrassed because there were three big words clearly printed on the pill shell: "Plague Eliminated", which was even more perfunctory than fake medicine.

"Cousin, don't be fooled by the strange name, but the effect is good. I have used warm baby, which is much better than the ones we buy nowadays."

"Thank you very much. What is the dosage of this medicine?" Zhao Qing was slightly touched and kept Zhao Lan's kindness of giving the medicine in mind, waiting to repay her in the future.

It was a rare opportunity to help a big boss, Zhao Lan replied excitedly: "You're welcome, cousin, each person takes two pills three times a day, swallow."

After delivering the medicine to Zhao Qing, Zhao Lan left happily, preparing to give one to her sister Zhao Hong as well.

"What did Lan Ya want to ask you to do?" Wang Mei was very curious. What happened that made Lan Ya so panicked?

"It's nothing serious. He just accidentally found out about the epidemic and was scared. He came to remind us and I comforted him."

The matter of the medicine cannot be told to anyone, and Zhao Qing also has to let his family know that Zhao Lan cares about him.

"This girl is great. She still thinks of us when she encounters problems. She is very different from her mother. If she encounters difficulties in the future, we will help her if we can."

Wang Mei was stunned for a moment, then she smiled sincerely.