Traveling through ancient times to survive

After the poisoning incident, the camp became much calmer. Everyone knew that the village chief had been hurt. The villagers who had been making trouble before became much more obedient, fearing to offend the village chief. Not only that, the guards on both sides became more careful.

Time passed quickly, the flood at the foot of the mountain slowly receded, and houses gradually emerged, until bodies began to be stranded in the water.

The village chief was preparing to organize everyone to fish out the body and bury it, and Zhao Qing approached the village chief at this time.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I heard that you want to bury the bodies. I think that's inappropriate. I suggest that you burn all the bodies."

The village chief was horrified: "This won't do. If you let someone die without a complete body, you will be punished by God!"

"Grandpa Village Chief, these corpses are the source of infection. Burying them is not safe enough. This is for the sake of the living. I believe they will not blame us if they know about this in the afterlife."

The village chief was hesitant. In the minds of ancient people, only those who committed heinous crimes would have their bodies burned to ashes.

"Grandpa Village Chief, there is no time to hesitate. Do you want to see everyone infected with the plague? You probably don't have much medicine left, right?"

The village chief was determined, his face firm, all the orders were given by the old man, and if there was any retribution in the future, it would be on the old man!

The corpse crawling on the mud had already taken on the appearance of a giant, crawling with maggots. The stench of the corpse mixed with the smell of various rotting garbage rushed straight to the forehead, making people's eyes hurt. The mask could not block such a pungent smell at all. Everyone backed off and dared not step forward.

"I know the task is arduous, but we can't just ignore these corpses. How can you bear to see them rot in front of your door? This is our own village, can we push it onto others? We have to do it sooner or later anyway, so let's try to solve it today!"

The village chief said all the nice things he could, but the courage that everyone had just mustered up instantly disappeared when they saw the small creatures surging in the mud. Their legs and feet had their own minds and they retreated uncontrollably, with their heads almost leaving afterimages.

"Uncle Village Chief, it's not that we don't want to, it's just too disgusting. I want to vomit from such a distance. I really can't stand it."

The village chief continued to persuade earnestly: "You have to bear it even if you can't bear it. Waiting any longer will only make it more disgusting."

"No, I can't. Let me wait for two days."

The village chief stopped trying to persuade them, and with a stern face, he issued an order: "It has to be done, it must be cleaned up today, every household must send someone, and we will start in half an hour!"

At Zhao Qing's house, the family looked at each other, no one dared to speak, their eyes fixed on Zhao Chengchuan.

Zhao Chengchuan thought of the scene he had just seen, and a sour feeling welled up in his heart. He quickly shook his head to get rid of the disgusting scene.

"No, Boss. I've raised you to this age. Now it's your turn to honor your father."

Zhao Deyan looked bitter: "Dad, I can't do it. It's not that I'm an unfilial son, I'm just afraid that I'll faint."

Zhao Lan and Zhao Dezhang were as quiet as chickens. Although they knew they would definitely not be chosen, they did not dare to speak out and attract hatred.

The two pushed each other back and forth, and Zhao Qing felt pain in his eyes: "How about I go for you?"

They are just some corpses, they are all still intact. They are much better than those in the previous life that were missing limbs, had intestines turned inside out, and were broken into pieces.

"We have two strong laborers at home. If you ask a little girl like you to go, you will be laughed at to death!"

Wang Mei was the first one to disagree, not because she felt sorry for her daughter, but mainly because she was afraid of people gossiping about them. Her husband and son would then not be able to hold their heads up in the village.

Zhao Chengchuan had completely misunderstood, and he was satisfied that his wife finally knew how to love their daughter.

"Your mother is right. You, a little girl, shouldn't get too close to me."

His sister wasn't afraid, so how could he, as a brother, be so useless? Zhao Deyan closed his eyes, looking like he was ready to die bravely.

"Dad, I'm going!"

Zhao Chengchuan didn't agree: "I'm just teasing you, you're so timid, if you really faint, it will be embarrassing, I'd better go."

Zhao Deyan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to be polite to his biological father. He would be so embarrassed to cry if he was polite to himself. He decided to wait until next time to show his filial piety to his father.

Zhao Chengchuan changed into old clothes, stuffed mugwort into the mask, put on gloves on his hands, and went out fully armed. He teamed up with Li Wu who was similarly equipped next door.

Zhao Qing, Zhao Deyan and Zhao Lan went out to fetch water together. When they came back, they would definitely need a lot of clean water to wash.

Half a day passed and no one came back to eat, and no one went to bring food. Everyone knew that there was definitely no strong man in the village who could eat in front of a pile of rotting corpses.

As the sun sets, every household in the camp begins to boil water so that they can take a hot bath when their family members return.

The village chief even prepared a special pot of typhoid medicine and gave each person a bowl to prevent illness.

Soon, all the people who went out to clean up came back with dull eyes. This could be said to be the most disgusting work in their lives.

No one went in to pollute the camp, and the women in the house helped carry the hot water outside the camp, far away from the camp.

After the women left, everyone couldn't wait to take off their smelly clothes and scrubbed them vigorously. Their skin turned bright red and they wished they could rub off a layer of skin. Everyone washed at least three times.

The dirty clothes that were taken off were burned together. Even the most stingy people nowadays did not ask to take the dirty clothes back to be washed.

After taking a shower, changing into clean clothes, and drinking a bowl of medicine prepared by the village chief, everyone was allowed to go home.

Zhao Deyan greeted enthusiastically: "Dad, Uncle Li, hurry up and eat."

Zhao Chengchuan's face changed drastically: "No, I won't eat today. I just want to sleep now."

Li Wu felt nothing. As he had become the leader of the secret guards, he had already seen many things, including life and death, along the way. These were just some corpses that had been dead for a long time and could not scare him at all.

Zhao Qing quickly called Li Wu. She knew that Li Wu would not react as strongly as her father.

"Uncle Li, don't worry about my dad. He's been hungry all day, so how can he not eat?"

Li Wu's stomach was rumbling. He was hungry after a day of physical work, but since Zhao Chengchuan didn't want to eat, he felt embarrassed to stay here for dinner.

"No, I'll go back and rest too."

Zhao Chengchuan slapped his head with an annoyed look. Even if he didn't eat it, Brother Li would have to eat it too.

"Qingya, now that you mention it, I am indeed hungry. Brother Li, let's eat first and then go to rest."

Zhao Chengchuan accompanied them with a bowl of rice. Seeing everyone at the table eating happily, he finished the full bowl of rice in his hand without realizing it.

A few days later, thanks to the village chief's strict precautions, all the people who were recovering the bodies were fine and no one got sick.

There were fewer and fewer people in the quarantine area, and Zhao Decheng also recovered. Everyone felt that this epidemic was just a superficial phenomenon, and no one died in their village.

Everyone doesn’t know the contribution Zhao Lan made behind the scenes. If it weren’t for Zhao Lan’s “plague elimination”, their village would definitely not be so lucky.

More than hundreds of thousands of people have lost their lives in the outside world because of this plague. Some small counties have become dead towns. The people who luckily escaped the snowstorm and floods were eventually killed by the plague.

After the flood, in order to prevent the spread of the plague, all borders of the flood-affected areas were heavily guarded, and not even a bird was allowed to be released. Four state capitals were sealed off, and all the people inside were trapped to death.