After all, it was still August, and it was just past 15:00. In the future, it would be around 5:00.
The sky had already turned bright.
There is a saying that farmers have less leisure time, although this is the time when the plague is rampant, there is nothing to do.
Liu Cunzheng's family had already woken up when the sun had just risen.
Zhangsun Wuyi and the others weren't people who liked to sleep, so they followed suit and got up.
As for Shi Qingxuan, she had just recovered from a serious illness, so she was still not very energetic. She slept for a few more minutes.
By the time Shi Qingxuan woke up, Liu Cunzheng's mother-in-law had just finished preparing breakfast.
Now that Hanshan Village was closed off from the outside world, food was scarce. Breakfast was only gruel and pickled wild vegetables.
Zhangsun Wuyi and the others knew that this was probably the grandest reception that the Liu family could offer.
Even Liu Cunzheng's grandson, who had eaten a few more mouthfuls of pickled vegetables, was scolded by Liu Cunzheng. Everyone sighed.
However, Liu Cunzheng's mother-in-law's cooking skills were not bad. Although it was just a few simple pickles, they were also very delicious.
Everyone had no appetite, but they did not give face to Liu Cunzheng. They ate a simple breakfast to their heart's content.
Coincidentally, after breakfast, the sky was already bright.
"This lowly one is about to head to the village entrance for a check-up. Milords, you can follow along. It will also be convenient for you to do so.”
After they had eaten their fill, Liu Cunzheng cupped his hands and bowed to everyone, making a request in fear.
"I've only heard of the time when ministers go to court and when bailiffs go to work.”
"Why does your small village have such rules?”
Sun Simiao was confused by Liu Cunzheng's words and asked curiously.
"Milord, you may not know this, but as the chief of Hanshan Village, I am usually responsible for collecting taxes and advising farmers.”
"With the current epidemic, there's no need to talk about taxes and farming. This lowly one is checking every day to see if there are any new cases of smalllessness in each family so that they can be dealt with in time.”
As Liu Cunzheng said this, his heart was also extremely uncomfortable. The tears of an old man who was nearly 60 years old dripped down one by one, crying like a child.
Even people like Zhangsun Wuyi and Old Shi, who were used to life and death, could not help but sigh in their hearts.
When Liu Cunzheng counted the time every day, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
He watched as the familiar neighborhood on the left and right decreased day by day. The originally lively and prosperous village was dilapidated day by day.
How sorrowful was this feeling?
"My condolences, brother. With us here, we definitely won't let Tianhua continue to plunder like this.”
"After the smallflower storm, your village will get better day by day.”
Sun Simiao shook his head and sighed, patting Liu Cunzheng's shoulder.
In the past few years, he had traveled far and wide, treating patients while verifying his medical skills.
He had cured countless people and witnessed countless lives die before his eyes.
It was not like he had never experienced a situation like Tianhua, where a village was easily massacred. He understood how Liu Cunzheng felt at this moment.
"I'm an unruly villager. I've made a fool of myself in front of you.”
Liu Cunzheng hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face and forced a smile as he spoke to everyone.
Of course, this feeling of being separated by life and death was human nature, so no one would blame Liu Cunzheng for anything.
After a moment of silence, Liu Cunzheng hurriedly brought Sun Simiao and the other two to the village entrance.
Along the way, they looked at each other in silence. When they reached the village entrance, there were already many villagers waiting there.
Everyone looked sallow and emaciated, and their expressions were empty. It was obvious that they had been poisoned by the smallflower.
"Lord Muramasa!"
When they arrived at the scene, the villagers forced themselves to be spirited and bowed to Village Chief Liu. It was obvious that he was a highly respected existence among the villagers.
Liu Cunzheng didn't put on airs and returned the greetings to each villager seriously.
"Eh? Was the female immortal cured? What was going on with these outsiders?”
When Zhangsun Wuyi and the others followed Liu Cunzheng to the front of the crowd, everyone looked at Shi Qingxuan and Zhangsun Wuyi, who were beside Liu Cunzheng, with both surprise and confusion.
The villagers were pleasantly surprised to see Shi Qingxuan, who seemed to have recovered from her injuries.
After escaping from Zhao Deyan's pursuit and escaping to Hanshan Village, Shi Qingxuan had cured many villagers who had contracted smalllessness.
She was simply revered by the villagers as if she was a god, and they gave her the nickname of a goddess.
Of course, this was because Shi Qingxuan had already been severely injured.
Originally, small-flower disease could not be cured with her grandmaster level cultivation. It was only by forcefully activating the power in the Demonic Emperor's relic that she could barely be cured.
It was also because of this that Shi Qingxuan had overused her strength and her old injuries had relapsed, causing her to be in danger of dying.
The villagers were naturally puzzled by Zhangsun Wuyi and the other two.
Hanshan Village had long been sealed off by the government because of smallflower. Everyone could not understand why someone would come to their village to die in such a situation.
Faced with the various questions of the villagers, Liu Cunzheng naturally had to answer them.
"Everyone, please calm down. Allow this old man to introduce a few words to everyone.”
"These three lords are all gods sent by His Majesty, the Imperial Brother. They are here to save our Cold Mountain Village from the smallflower! Even the injuries of the female immortal were healed by the three lords!”
Liu Cunzheng revealed a happy expression as he passionately introduced them to the villagers.
" Really?!"
"His Majesty hasn't given up on us yet?”
"That's great!"
With Liu Cunzheng's speech, the entire village instantly became a sea of joy. Everyone's faces flushed red as they raised their arms and shouted wildly, sweeping away the pent-up anger from before.
"Alright, everyone, calm down! We will start counting now!"
After the villagers had celebrated for a while, Liu Cunzheng also opened his mouth to stop them.
Everyone had vented enough. After listening to Liu Cunzheng's words, every household gathered together and lined up, waiting for Liu Cunzheng's order.
"Is Zhou Dafu here? Is there anyone in the house who is sick or unwell?”
"No! The whole family is here!"
"Is Liu Ergou here?"
"Zhang Sanyuan?"
.......
After asking each household one by one, it took more than an hour for Liu Cunzheng to finish counting.
Looking at the names that had already been crossed out halfway, Liu Cunzheng was also heartbroken. His hands trembled as he held the book.
Originally, Hanshan Village had 112 households, a total of 603 people!
Now, there were only 54 households and 287 people left.
No!
287? There were still 289 people yesterday!
Who's sick again?
Thinking of this, Liu Cunzheng patrolled around the villagers to see which family was missing.
Finally, after some searching, Liu Cunzheng finally discovered the truth.
"Hu Zi! Where are your parents? Where did he go?"
The fifth chapter! There must be more today, but it's hard to say how many chapters. However, it was true that he wanted to evaluate the votes. What did it mean to vote for four or two points? This kind of guy who ruined people's moods was really annoying.
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