Reborn Little Husband Farming

The high fever persisted, he coughed again and again, and there were large patches of red spots on his body.In less than five days, the disease had completely spread throughout Li's Village, and even Mrs. Xu was infected.

It was a bright spring day, and someone knocked on the door early in the morning. Luo Wangshu fell into a drowsy sleep, his hands and feet were gently taken away, and he frowned dissatisfiedly. In his sleep, he grabbed the "stove" that was about to leave .

Mo? The stove? Li tenderly kissed Luo Wangshu's forehead, and coaxed softly: "My dear daughter-in-law, let go first, I'll be right back."

Luo Wangshu didn't know if he listened or not, but the strength in his hands relaxed a lot.

Mo Li put on his coat and walked out to open the door. The early spring morning breeze was still relatively cold.

"Brother Kang Le?" Mo Li frowned when he saw the man.

Li Kangle looked exhausted and haggard, and the blood that had just recovered was gone.The person leaning in her arms was Mrs. Xu, "Ah Li, my mother developed a high fever for some reason, and it didn't subside all night. I...I really can't help it."

Mo Li moved away and said, "Come in first, daddy hasn't woken up yet, you guys sit in the hall first, I'll call for someone."

Li Kangle thanked him and helped him into the house. Seeing that his face was flushed, Mo Li didn't dare to hesitate, strode to the door of Mo Fang's room and knocked.

As soon as Mo Fang heard the symptoms, he put on his clothes and came out. He took out the medicine box and administered the needles.

Li Kangle was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out, for fear of disturbing Mo Fang.

About half an hour later, Mo Fang washed his hands with the warm water prepared by Li Kangle, and asked Li Kangle, "What did your mother eat recently?"

Li Kangle frowned and thought for a while, "It's just a fish, I bought it in the next village, and my father and I also ate it, it's okay."

Mo Fang glanced at him, "Quan Shui Village?"

"Hmm." Li Kangle was taken aback for a moment, "Is there a problem with the fish?"

Mo Fang sneered, and wiped his hands with a handkerchief, "Those guys really don't repent." Seeing Li Kangle's confusion, he slowed down his tone and said, "They catch the dying fish downstream and sell them. Many people in the village have already contracted the disease, and if the village can’t sell it, they have sent the idea to our village, you go back and tell your father, keep it informed, and don’t buy those half-dead fish for cheap.”

Li Kangle nodded again and again, "Then...then my mother's illness..."

Mo Fang put down the veil, sighed, and shook his head, "I've never encountered this kind of disease before. I have used all the prescriptions that work for the people in the next village, but the effect is not great. Acupuncture can only relieve the disease. It can’t be cured, it’s probably… an epidemic.”

Hearing this, Li Kangle's eyes widened, "The epidemic..." His heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The epidemic was equivalent to death, and once the court found out, the whole village would probably suffer.

"Remember to wash your hands frequently, scald all the dishes and pans at home with hot water, take out the quilt to dry, drink water must be boiled, and fetch water from the mountain. If there are other people with the same symptoms, isolate them Come on, and count how many people there are."

Once the epidemic breaks out, only the infected people will be taken away, and the whole village or even the whole town will be quarantined.

It took Li Kangle a long time to calm down, and said in a trembling voice: "I see, then Auntie will trouble Dr. Mo."

The sun was just right, but there was a lot of noise outside, Luo Wangshu stretched his waist, there was nothing beside him, his golden eyes blinked hard, for some reason, he was always sleepy recently.

Patting his face, Luo Wangshu got up, dressed and went out.

"What's wrong?" Can anyone tell him why there are so many people in the yard?Luo Wangshu originally wanted to call out to Mo Li, but as soon as he came out, he was stared at by Qi Shushu, and to be honest, his back was a little hairy.

Mo Guang, who was decocting medicine, raised his head to look at him, pursed his lips and said, "Mother, you go back to your room first, I'll fetch water for you to wash later."

Eh?Luo Wangshu was confused, what the hell?He's already up, so why should he be waited upon?It's not like he can't move anymore.

Mo Li from the kitchen came out with a bowl of hand-rolled noodles, and pushed Luo Wangshu into the room, "Let's go in and we'll talk."

After closing the door, Li Li put the noodles on the table.

"Why are there so many people? Going to dig the river again?" Luo Wangshu looked at him nervously.

Mo Li nodded Luo Wangshu's nose, dumbfounded, "What are you thinking? Come, let's eat noodles."

"I haven't washed yet." If you don't wash your face and rinse your mouth, you won't have any appetite at all, okay?

"The water is not boiling, let's eat first." Mo Li handed him the chopsticks.

Luo Wangshu took the chopsticks and didn't quite understand, "The well water isn't cold today, so why bother to boil the water?" And there wasn't much firewood left.

"The water in the river is not clean, and the people in the village are infected with diseases, no matter what kind of water they have, they have to be boiled to use it." Mo Li said, his eyebrows could not help but knit together.

plague?Luo Wangshu remembered the corpses they saw on the river before, and lost his appetite looking at the delicious hand-rolled noodles in front of him.

"Didn't they be prevented a long time ago?"

Mo Li sighed, and said, "The fish were sold by the people in the next village, and they were caught from the river, and now things are happening one after another."

Luo Wangshu looked solemn, "Is there a way to cure it? How long will it take to be cured?"

"I don't know. My father is looking through ancient books. I have tried many prescriptions, but they are not very useful. There are more and more people outside, and people who are not sick are panicked."

"Is that so..." Luo Wangshu asked after pondering, "What about the river?"

"Those who are sick should be treated first. Uncle Li went to the Yamen today to see if there is any feasible way to repair the river. But the epidemic cannot be spread, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

After all, Mo Li lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Luo Wangshu was startled, can't spread the word?Think about it carefully, the ancient way of dealing with the plague seems to be to drive all the infected people together, and then...burn them to death!

no?Luo Wangshu swallowed hard, this matter must not be covered, and being burned to death was not what he wanted to see.

The ordinary and happy life has just begun, why have so many things happened?Luo Wangshu felt deeply powerless and frustrated for the first time, God just couldn't see him having a good time, right?Don't have to mess up so many things.

In the next few days, there were more and more patients in the yard, coughing one after another.In the middle of the night, Luo Wangshu hugged Mo Li tightly, fearing that he would disappear if he let go.

At first, Luo Wangshu was afraid that he would be infected, but later he found out that it was all right, those horrible germs seemed to "turn a blind eye" to them, and this "they" refers to people who ate a lot of spiritual herbs.

Mo Fang, Mo Li, Mo Guang, Li Miaomiao, Li Kangle, Li Dakang, and Luo Wangshu himself, no matter how they came into contact with patients, they were not infected.

Mo Fang has never discovered the connection. He read an ancient book that said that not everyone will be infected with the epidemic. It is because there is something in the body that blocks the germs...

"Old man, what are you doing!" As soon as Luo Wangshu opened the door, he saw Mo Fang scratching his arm with a small silver knife, bleeding profusely.

Mo Fang was startled by Luo Wangshu's voice. He didn't show it on his face, but just put the blood into a bowl filled with light salt water, and said to him angrily, "What can I do? Heal the sick and save the sick."

"What are you doing with your hand to save people? I thought you couldn't stand the fact that you're a quack doctor, and you wanted to apologize with death." Luo Wangshu put the rice in front of him and rolled his eyes skyward.

Mo Fang glanced at him and remained silent, and did not refute Luo Wangshu's "quack doctor".

"Where did you come up with this method?" Cutting your own flesh and bleeding to save others?What's the point?In modern times, it can be understood as extracting antibodies, but this is ancient times. How to extract them in ancient times?The equipment is not complete.

Luo Wangshu looked at the ancient book, although the words were a little scribbled, he could clearly see that the letters were written on them.English?

It took Luo Wangshu a long time to admit the fact that in this fictional ancient times, he was lucky enough to be able to read English!

Seeing Luo Wangshu staring at the ancient book in wonder, Mo Fang smiled arrogantly, "Do you understand?"

Luo Wangshu couldn't bear this kind of look, and said with a half-hearted smile: "I dare not say anything else, but I still know this one."

"Know?" Mo Fang looked at him in shock, and then questioned, "Aren't you lying to me?" This is a code passed down from generation to generation in their Mo family.

Luo Wangshu saw that he obviously didn't believe it, so he pointed to a line of letters on the book and read out: "The so-called epidemic disease is not a scourge. If you can't find a suitable herbal medicine, then..." Halfway through the reading, Mo Fang directly snatched the book away. past.

"Don't read it." This is the book of their Mo family. The secret is exposed like this. Why does Mo Fang feel uncomfortable with me?

Luo Wangshu shut his mouth and did not speak. He also read the next two lines. He could write such words, and the person who used English as a secret said that he was from this world, and he would not believe it even if he was killed.

"This matter is not allowed to go out, do you hear?"

Luo Wangshu nodded and agreed, "Then tell me, who wrote this book?"

Mo Fang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Of course it was written by the ancestors of my Mo family, why?"

"It's okay..." Luo Wangshu sighed, thinking that he could have a good communication with the time traveler, but in the end, he passed away.Listen to that tone, old ancestor? N plus a generation, right?

Mo Fang could hear the regret in his tone, and added: "After the ancestor became a god, there is nothing left behind except this medical book. There are many prescriptions in the book that require spiritual power to separate plants and trees. Maybe the ancestors don't know that future generations don't even have the qualifications to cultivate immortals?"

Luo Wangshu, who had heard the word "become a god", plucked his ears, thinking that what this person said was too cryptic, right?Hearing the back, Luo Wangshu was stunned, Xiu... Xiu Xian?

"This Lingyue Continent used to be a sacred place for cultivating immortals. Unfortunately, after the last battle between the gods and demons, the cultivators either ascended or fell completely, and the descendants have no ability to cultivate immortals. It has only been 500 years since then." As Mo Fang spoke, there was only melancholy in his eyes.

Luo Wangshu digested what he heard for a while, okay... are you kidding him?

After that, Mo Fang suddenly remembered something, and looked at Luo Wangshu strangely, "This matter is an open secret from the royal family to the children, and Mingyue Kingdom still has a bay of birth children. How can you not know?"

Luo Wangshu: "..." Should I say it or not?Mo Fang is not as easy to talk as Mo Li.