Traveling through ancient times to survive

The village chief arranged the guards on duty and suggested, "Qingya, can I arrange for your family to be on guard today?"

Zhao Qing obviously understood the village chief's good intentions. The sooner they went, the lower the danger.

"Okay, thank you, village chief."

At noon, Zhao Qing grabbed the task of delivering lunch to Zhao Chengchuan. The entire isolation area in front of him was surrounded by a circle of wooden fences, leaving only one entrance. Two small sheds had been urgently built at the entrance to facilitate the rest of the security personnel.

"Dad, it's time to eat!"

Zhao Qing was holding a food box in his hand. It was simple in shape but elegant. It was made by his elder brother Zhao Deyan in the morning.

When Zhao Chengchuan heard his daughter's familiar voice, he turned around and looked over, his eyes behind the mask involuntarily curved.

"Qingya, stand there and don't move. Dad will come and get it."

Zhao Chengchuan walked over eagerly, took the food box, and complained in an intimate tone.

"Why is it that you are the one delivering the food, but the boss, that brat, is not willing to deliver a meal to his own father?"

Zhao Qing knew that her father was doing this to protect her, so she deliberately misinterpreted and said, "Dad, can't you eat the meal your daughter sent you?"

Zhao Chengchuan denied it without changing his expression: "What nonsense! That's what I meant!"

Zhao Qing explained to his elder brother: "Dad, didn't you notice the food box? This was made by my elder brother himself, and his hands are shaking now. He wanted to deliver it, but I was afraid that he would drop it and you wouldn't have lunch, so I took it over. You won't be able to see me this afternoon even if you want to."

Zhao Chengchuan narrowed his eyes and smiled. He was very happy in his heart that his son was thinking about him, but he was not forgiving in his words.

"At least he knows how to respect the elderly and love the young, so it's not in vain that I raised him."

Zhao Qing was too embarrassed to expose him: "Dad, stop smiling, it's too presumptuous."

Zhao Qing's unconscious expression of closeness made Zhao Chengchuan even happier. This was what a teenage girl looked like. Ever since he was injured last year, his daughter had grown up all of a sudden, taking on the responsibility of the family, and acting so steadily that she didn't seem like a young person.

It is good that his daughter can take on responsibilities, because then others cannot bully her, but Zhao Chengchuan still hopes that his daughter can be as lively and cheerful as other girls of the same age. He is her father at home, so why should she lose the happiness of youth at such a young age?

Zhao Chengchuan took out lunch and handed the empty lunch box to Zhao Qing.

"Okay, Qingya, you go back first. It's not good to stay here for long."

"Dad, don't worry, how is the family inside?"

Zhao Chengchuan looked towards the entrance of the quarantine area and saw that his companions did not notice this side, so he lowered his voice for fear of being heard.

"The village chief sent someone to deliver some medicine. After drinking it, I felt much more energetic. Qingya, where did you buy this medicine? It's so effective, isn't it? If I had known it was so useful, I would have kept some for myself."

Seeing his father's regretful expression, Zhao Qing was speechless for a while, then explained helplessly: "Dad, how is it possible? It's not a panacea, how can it work so quickly? I think it's because the patient knows there is medicine to use, and has some hope. The psychological pressure is suddenly relieved a lot, so the person seems to be more energetic."

Zhao Chengchuan was skeptical: "Is that so?"

"Then what else could it be, it's just the most common medicinal herbs, other than psychological factors?"

After delivering lunch, the atmosphere in the camp became visibly relaxed. Although everyone still didn't dare to visit each other, their mood was no longer as tense as yesterday. Even while sitting in their own homes, they did not forget to chat with their neighbors.

"The village chief is really powerful. He actually stored so many medicinal herbs."

"When I knew the village chief had medicinal herbs, I felt relieved."

"Everyone is like that. If you get infected and there's no medicine, you have to bear it all on your own. It's just like waiting to die."

"Pah, pah, pah! What unlucky words! I hope we can all be safe and sound."

"Yes, I made a mistake. I'm sure everyone is healthy."

But the relaxed atmosphere did not last for a few days, and a new patient appeared. This time the patient was a child, and his mother ran to report it with a terrified look on her face.

"Uncle Village Chief, please, you must save my son, he is still so young, I can't lose him!"

The woman fell to her knees, kowtowed and begged. Soon a red mark appeared on her forehead, and it was obvious that she was not holding back.

The village chief couldn't help them, so he could only persuade them with words: "What are you doing? Get up quickly and send your child to the quarantine area. Don't be afraid. I deliver medicine to the quarantine area every day. Liu Laoshi's family's condition is under control and has not continued to deteriorate. Your child will definitely be fine."

"Really? You didn't lie to me?" The woman's eyes were filled with tears and hope.

"When has this old man ever lied to anyone?"

"Thank you, village chief! My son is saved! Wuuuuu~ I was so scared!"

The woman suddenly collapsed to the ground and burst into tears. Her crying could be heard through the mask, and her face turned red.

The village chief and others vented their emotions before comforting him: "It's okay, don't be too scared."

The woman calmed down and got up. Thinking of her son's young age, he would definitely be scared if he was alone, she shamelessly begged.

"Uncle village chief, can I also go to the quarantine area to accompany my son? He is too young, and I am worried about him being there alone."

The village chief was furious when he heard this, and said sternly: "How can a good person like you live there? Do you want to get infected? Do you want to waste my medicine like this?"

The woman admitted her mistake in shame: "Uncle Village Chief, you are angry. I was wrong. I didn't think so much. I didn't want to waste the medicine."

The village chief's anger subsided and his voice became gentle: "You are worried about the child and you were confused for a moment. I won't blame you too much. What are you worried about? There are people guarding the quarantine area at all times. It is very safe. He is not alone in the quarantine area. If you are still worried, go see him and make more good meals for him to nourish his body. If he eats well, he will be more likely to resist the disease."

"Yes, the village chief is right. I'll leave now."

After the woman left, the village chief summoned his eldest son and gave him some secret instructions.

The atmosphere in the camp, which had just calmed down, exploded again.

"It really is a plague! Someone else has been infected!"

"Didn't the village chief say that this was a secret method taught by the imperial physician? How come it didn't work at all and someone still got infected?"

"You're not lying to us, are you?"

Many people began to hesitate. Could it be that the village chief was really lying and that there was actually no solution at all?

The person who received the secret mission saw that the situation was not good and shouted: "You are talking nonsense! If it didn't work, our whole village would have been infected long ago. How could you have the chance to brazenly accuse others!"

The convinced villagers nodded: "Yes, the plague spreads very quickly. Only four of us have been infected in the past few days. This method must be useful."

The person who secretly arranged it: "Why are you panicking? Have you heard that people in the quarantine area are getting sicker?"

"That's right, with the village chief here, we have nothing to be afraid of."