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Chapter 13

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    Just being stunned by the scar, Xiang Huan's reaction was several times faster than hers. He came over a few steps and grabbed the girl's hand. After carefully looking at it, he looked at Wan Yao.

    She glanced vaguely, frowned and shook her head lightly, and then looked at the peasant woman, "Auntie, the disease that your love contracted is a kind of Spring Plague, and if it goes wrong, it will affect the whole family and even the people in the village  ¡­If you touch her daily diet these days, you must take medicine immediately to prevent accidents.¡±

    The woman's complexion changed instantly, but she was much calmer than Wanyao imagined, and soon she asked, "Is it wolfbane spots?"

    She was surprised to be able to say this, because she had been exposed to this disease for so long, and Wanyao didn't know its name until now.

    Wolfba spots.

    The ordinary three words bring out a sinister and vicious meaning.

    "you know?"

    "Why don't you know? People in our place always get sick every three to five years. My grandfather and grandma both died on the sickbeds. There was a mass grave in the nearby village in the early years.  The corpse of the plague. Everyone has seen it."

    The peasant woman just sighed with an ugly face, held the child in her arms and patted it lightly. The girl was tired from crying and fell asleep.

    Wan Yao was puzzled by hearing this, and faintly felt something different: "It erupts every three to five years? Why did it happen? When did it start?"

    "It is said that during the mutiny in Fengkou, His Majesty Emperor Xuanzong took refuge in Jincheng. After several battles, the bones of the dead piled up like a mountain, and the rotten flesh was everywhere.

    The peasant woman explained, "When the plague strikes, purple spots will appear on the skin all over the body, like chamaejasma flowers that have not yet bloomed, so it is named 'chamasmaea's spot'."

    Wanyao seems to have heard about this a long time ago. She asked: "Didn't it mean that the government was shocked by the large-scale epidemic at that time, and in the end, out of helplessness, they had to burn the whole village, leaving no sick people behind? Why?"  Will there still be a plague spreading?"

    The peasant woman shook her head, "If you say that no one will be kept, there will inevitably be fish that slip through the net. Everyone is afraid of death, so who is willing to sit and wait for death?"

    It is better to live than to die, even if you live and suffer, you are still alive.

    In my memory, I vaguely recalled a casual sentence from an old man when I was in the epidemic area that day.

    ¡ª¡ª"For many years, many villages and towns in Sichuan were deserted and dead places. You saw houses from a long distance, and when you walked over, you would find that there was no one inside¡ªeveryone who could move, all moved away."

    Shu, Shu

    So is this the source of the epidemic that was reported back then?

    She was thinking, but the peasant woman coaxed the girl in her arms with mixed feelings, "Poor this silly child, I don't know where I got this lingering disease, I have to suffer so much at such a young age,  I had expected this earlier, so I shouldn't have given birth to her"

    In fact, the treatment was launched from the capital two years ago, but the small place is remote, and the information is inevitably blocked. Coupled with years of wars, it makes sense that the local government can't take care of it.

    Xiang Huan, who had been keeping his composure all this time, smiled softly at this moment, "Then you are lucky to meet her today, there is already a cure for this plague, and your daughter will be saved this time."

    The peasant woman was slightly startled when she heard the words, and looked at the young man with an understated smile in front of her, probably because his expression was too cynical, which made people confused about the truth of what he said.

    The woman hesitated all of a sudden, so she had no choice but to look at Wan Yao.

    She smiled and nodded affirmatively at her, "He's right. I found a cure for this disease the year before last. I'll write the prescription for you later. The medicine is three doses a day, but you and your husband  You also need to drink it, and if you smoke the house with wormwood for five days, you will be cured in half a month."

    Thinking about sending the Buddha to the west, Xiang Huan simply ordered his soldiers to go to the town again, and at the same time inform the nearby villagers of the prescription.

    After living for most of her life, the peasant woman was so grateful that she could not stop thanking the nobleman who came down from heaven today. If she hadn't been holding the child, she would have knelt down on the spot for them.

    "Hey¡ªthanks, there's no need." Xiang Huan suddenly changed the subject and asked casually, "Do you know where the source of this stream is?"

    "Water source?" The peasant woman pondered for a while, then raised her hand to point to them, "It takes half an hour to walk up here. It's very close to the mountains outside Enyang Town. There were bandits a few years ago.  Time wars are peaceful, and I don¡¯t know why.¡±

    When she said this, Wan Yao suddenly paused and raised her head: "Enyang?"

    *

    Traveling to the upper reaches of the stream, people gradually become rare, but all kinds of vegetation are crazy like towering sky to block out the sun.

    &nbsThe tall-legged man, seeing this, sighed: "You stole the tomb and still dare to leave the coffin lid open like this, are you really not afraid that it will cheat the corpse?"

    The other party was quite aggrieved: "I was afraid to touch it"

    The coffin is made of wood, with a hard stone frame cast under it, and the outside is coated with medicinal wine to prevent erosion from soil, insects and ants.

    But no matter how you look at it, from the structure to the materials used, the tomb is as rough and simple as a joke. It is hard to imagine that there will be such a rich burial beside the tomb owner.

    People like Xiang Huan started killing on the battlefield when he was young, and he has always had no taboos and no fear.

    He walked to the outside of the coffin lid, and held up the torch in a loud voice to shine inside.

    Under the dim and beating light, there was a skeleton that had already turned into white bones. His empty eyes looked straight ahead. He glanced at the clothes worn by the skeleton and said casually, "It turned out to be a female corpse."

    The two sides of the skull were obviously vacant. Xiang Huan was holding a handful of hairpins and was about to put them in when he heard his soldiers suspiciously not far away: "There are mushrooms growing by this wall"

    He muttered to himself, suddenly raised his eyes to sweep, and was stunned, "Why are there so many mushrooms!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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