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The weather suddenly became hot and hard to deal with, as if it was to make up for the previous rain.

Chen Liben pulled the clothes that were pressed against his body, but when he let go, the materials were stuck to his skin again, which was wet and sticky, which was particularly uncomfortable.

"Did God make me crazy?" Chen Liben pulled open his collar and gasped.

But the breath you inhaled and exhaled is stuffy and sticky, which is disgusting.

"I haven't encountered such a hot weather in many years," Zuo Shu, who was with him, couldn't help but complain: "This is going to make people feel so hot!"

"Let's go quickly," Chen Liben tried hard to open his eyes, sweat flowing down his forehead, making him unable to see clearly.

"Don't take off this cloak anyway," Zuosu gasped, "just in case."

Now all the patients in the village have moved to tents outside.

But they also have to walk around the village every day to prevent anyone from plague symptoms.

"This is too smelly, it's so fatal." Even through the cloak, Chen Liben still smelled a foul stench.

"It rained a few days ago, and there were many places where water was accumulated. These stagnant waters turned green and smelly as soon as they were shining by the sun," Zuo Shu said, "There is not enough wood ash, but there is not much dry firewood now. Finally, there is a little bit of it that needs to be used to cook rice and medicine."

"Didn't the magistrate go to prepare for tinea and firewood?" Chen Liben said: "I hope you don't delay too long on the road."

"Why are there so many people gathering in front?" Zuo Shu looked forward and said, "Didn't you tell them that you don't want to get together if you're okay?"

There must be intervals for queuing for medicine and items on weekdays. At this time, these people seemed to have forgotten and all gathered together.

"Everything is spread out!" Chen Liben and Zuo Shu shouted to the people from a distance: "Go back to their own homes!"

Li Zheng was also here and came forward to explain: "Don't blame the two miracle doctors, because the old sow in Zhang Wang's family died of illness."

"What's so good about a pig when it dies," said Zuo Shu: "Crack and buried it."

"We are discussing," Li Zheng said: "It would be bad if it was swine fever again."

"It's good if you know. Hurry up and find a few young and strong people, and get the pig out and burn it. It will smell bad if it is buried directly in the soil. If the swine fever will spread, it will be burned thoroughly." Chen Liben said as he pulled Zuo Shu and left. The smell nearby was so bad.

After this period, the two of them stopped and gasped.

Zuo Shu said: "I am so thirsty that I have to ask for a bowl of water."

"Go to Shudi's house!" Chen Liben pointed to a hut not far away and said, "They are now moving back home."

Shu Diniang returned home after being cured and can now go to the field to cook.

Seeing Chen Liben and Zuo Shu coming, I don’t know how to entertain you, but it’s a pity that my family is barely bare and there is really nothing to do to entertain guests.

"Don't be busy, we're here to drink water." As soon as Zuo entered the room, he pulled off the hat on his cloak.

His whole body seemed to be soaked in water, and his hair was soaked.

Chen Liben was not much better than him. Each of them drank two large bowls of water before getting up and going out.

"Ma Erniang, your family is fine, right?" Zuo Shu asked when he walked to the door of Ma Erniang's house.

Ma Erniang was leaning against the door and picking her teeth, looking disliked, and said, "It's OK, it won't bother you."

When they walked away, Ma Erniang looked at the backs of the two men and spat: "The hair has not grown all over yet, what kind of miracle doctor is it!"

Then he twisted and walked into the house.

Ma Erniang's family has only an old couple. He originally had a daughter and was about to take a husband. Who would have thought that the girl was restless and elopement with a peddler at the age of fifteen.

Now twenty years have passed, and no one can live or die or corpses.

Ma Erniang's husband is nicknamed "Dead Gangbug". He doesn't like to talk. As long as he doesn't go to work, he will huddle in the house all day and never go out.

However, he also did his homework, and Ma Erniang was used to enjoying her happiness.

When he came into the room and saw that her husband was still lying on the bed, Ma Erniang was a little unhappy and scolded: "It's so hot that you are not afraid of lying smelly! It's time to cook, at least make some sour noodles and fish to eat."

The dead worm lying there motionlessly, really like a dead worm.

Ma Erniang walked over with anger and pushed her twice. The dead Changzeng moved slightly and said weakly: "I'm in pain, I'm afraid I'm getting a plague."

Ma Erniang changed her face suddenly, and then scolded: "Nonsense! Our family is blessed by the true god, how could it be a plague? You are so angry that you are so angry. Just wait until I burn the Taoist talisman for you and drink it."

No matter how dead Changzeng is, she is still her husband, and he is the only one who can accompany him in this world.

Even if there are trees covering the place where patients are concentrated outside the village, it is still hard to get heat.

Some serious patients cannot withstand the heat and fall into a coma.

"Teacher, the old lady of the Song family and the two patients in the Zhou family will not be able to stand for long." Weiying came over to report to Master Qingluan.

He stood there for only a short while, and there were two wet footprints under his feet.

Not to mention that people who suffer from plague cannot stand such hot weather, even those who are not sick will find it extremely difficult to bear.

"Put one more bowl of medicine to each person." Master Qingluan frowned.

Although the chopped bamboo has been dried in the sun, it cannot dry out quickly. Apart from the dry firewood used for cooking and cooking medicine every day, I can't save much.

More importantly, there is only one barrel of tincture oil left. If the body is to be burned, tincture oil must be added in addition to dry firewood, otherwise it will not be burned clean.

"Prepare the horse!" Master Qingluan could not wait any longer in front of him: "I'll go find He Minglun."

"Master, I'll go." Sima Lantai stopped Master Qingluan.

"The weather is too hot, and it's noon again." Master Qingluan thought for a while and said, "Even if you are anxious, you can't hurry this time. You can go again in the evening."

Sima Lantai was born with a noble family, and no one in the officialdom knew about the Sima family. He went to find him, which was more suitable than Master Qingluan.

In the evening, Sima Lantai rode a horse and left.

Although there is no scorching sun at this time, it is still stuffy and hard to bear.

People seem to live in a big pot, steamed and tormented, wishing they could poke a hole in the sky so that they could breathe.

The moon arrived at Zhongtian Sima Lantai and rushed back.

"Master, He Minglun injured his leg and handed over the purchase and transportation matter to his brother-in-law Wu Tai," Sima Lantai said the situation: "The things will be delivered tomorrow at noon, so you don't have to worry too much."

"The weather is really abnormal," Master Qingluan felt an ominous premonition in his heart. He looked at Sima Lantai and suddenly became anxious: "You go back to Xianyuan Mountain! Don't come again when you go back, don't go down the mountain, let alone anyone go up the mountain."

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Sima Lantai had never seen his master lose his composure: "You know I can't leave."

Master Qingluan lowered his head dejectedly, yes, how could he not understand his personal disciple?
Chapter completed!