Hearing Ji Caiyan's "master" call, Shang Li was slightly in a trance. He nodded slightly in agreement. A sigh, quietly extinguished in the wind and snow. "Go do what you want to do!" Shang Li glanced at the red rope on Ji Caiyan's wrist again. A hint of black silk was faintly revealed in the complicated intertwining pattern of the red rope. His eyes dimmed for a moment. His soft gaze returned. Imperceptible. Ji Caiyan could hear the endless vicissitudes of life in Master Shang Li's words. At this time, Master Shang Li was less than twenty years old, so why did he look like Master Shang Li who was in his thirties.
Ji Caiyan didn't know that with just a red rope, Master Shang Li could understand the message from future generations. "Where are you going, master?" Ji Caiyan asked, raising her head. Master Shang Li has the inheritance of the Yi Clan, and is even called a divine fortune teller by the Dog System. He is presumably the most powerful all-fate master in the world. Ji Caiyan's call to master was not too abrupt. The two were silent. Ji Caiyan knew in her heart that Master Shang Li already knew her identity from the word "Master". Otherwise, Master Shang Li would not have decided to accept her as his disciple the first time they met because the Yi Clan inheritance was such an important inheritance. "I have to do what I want to do." Shang Li looked at Ji Caiyan gently, his eyes did not have the youthful arrogance at the beginning, nor did he take the youth's concerns into consideration at the beginning. Just looking up at the sky, the snowflakes flying all over the sky fell on the two of them. The little princess who is the direct descendant of the East Palace will be born soon. You and I are still young, but there is an insurmountable gap between us. "it is good." Ji Caiyan touched her nose and remembered what Master Shang Li said at the beginning, that there was something to do here. After watching Master Shang Li leave, Ji Caiyan walked to the blind corner and released a carriage. Driving a carriage towards the outside of the city. On the road, you can see government officials walking in a hurry, carrying poles on their shoulders, with two wooden barrels under them. There are dark medicinal materials in the barrel.
Master Zhang has already started distributing medicinal materials. Ji Caiyan subconsciously drove a little slower, her eyes following the hurried yamen servant. The yamen servant walked to a courtyard, raised his hand and knocked on the door. No one responded. This plague will make people feel weak, similar to a severe cold infection. People will not die for a while, but if they are unlucky, freezing to death is not impossible. "Oh!" When the yamen officer didn't get a response, he didn't leave and just kicked open the courtyard door. He scooped a ladle of medicinal soup into the wooden bucket and walked directly into the house. "Oh!" There was another loud noise, and the government servant kicked open the door of the main hall. Ji Caiyan happened to drive a carriage and stopped in front of that house. You can faintly hear the husky voice of the Yamen servant. "Go to the yamen gate to pick up the medicine tomorrow. Your Highness is here to deliver the medicine!" no respond. Ji Caiyan guessed that the people were unconscious or their voices were weak. The yamen servant who entered the room did not stay long. When he saw the man lying motionless on the bed, with only one eye shining brightly, he knew that he must be infected with the plague. The government officials were in a hurry to deliver medicine to other people. No matter if it was gentle or not, he grabbed the hair of the person on the bed and drank it directly. Without saying a word, he followed the guidance of the person on the bed and went to give medicine to his family. In special times, the relationship between men and women must also be taken into consideration. When the yamen servant saw a female relative, he poured the medicine into a bowl and asked the woman to drink it. The man pulled out his hair and poured it into his mouth. The medicinal effect of this medicinal soup is surprisingly good. You will feel better soon after drinking it, so you don't have to worry about the female relatives not being able to bear it. Naturally, there will be men in the family who will help with the medicine. The yamen servants came and went in a hurry, thinking that the order was given by His Highness the Prince himself. If he did not complete it well, people would die or the nine clans would be implicated. He ran out after a while, carrying the medicine bucket and continued running to the yard of the house next door. If no one opens the door, just kick them. In special times, we can’t take care of these things. Even Ji Caiyan's carriage stopped there, but he didn't get a response from him.
The sound of bang bang bang was endless. The methods chosen by the government officials to save people are similar. It was obviously approved by Mr. Zhang. Ji Caiyan smiled slightly. Mr. Zhang didn't seem to be an old stubborn man who stuck to the rules. There is no problem in Lingzhou City. Ji Caiyan decided to visit the villages under the jurisdiction of Lingzhou City. There is also a plague in the village. If there is something that Master Zhang cannot take care of, she can also send some medicinal materials. There are a lot of medicinal materials in the space. Ji Shuchen suffers from a shortage of medicinal materials and food, so he can go to great lengths to stock up on food and medicinal materials. Ji Caiyan took out the map of the Dayan Dynasty from the space and found a village near Lingzhou City called Songjiacun. Ji Caiyan remembered that Zhuangyuan Lang was from Lingzhou. Whether he was from the county or a villager in the village, Ji Caiyan didn't know. Songjia Village happened to be where Song Wenqing also had the surname Song. Ji Caiyan decisively drove the carriage in the direction of Songjiacun. On the way, we occasionally pass by other villages. Master Zhang was one step faster than her and could hear the shouts of the government officials in the village. "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has sent someone to deliver the medicine. The medicine has miraculous effects." "Anyone who can move in the village comes out and gets the medicine at the entrance of the village!" "Great, my mother is finally saved!" "My son can also live!" "Wow, your highness, it's so kind of you to remember us." "Long live the emperor, long live the prince, a thousand lives, a thousand lives, the prince!" Ji Caiyan could hear their whimpering. Ji Caiyan noticed that although the people in the village wore cotton-padded clothes, they had yellow faces and thin muscles. Realizing that they might not have enough to eat because of the plague. I made another note in my mind to go back when I have time and ask Mr. Zhang to distribute some health-replenishing decoctions to the people in Lingzhou. The carriage drove all the way in the direction of Songjiacun. Mr. Zhang did not cheat and did something practical. Along the way, you can see and hear the government officials distributing medicinal soup. An hour later. Ji Caiyan finally arrived in Songjiacun.
Find a place where no one is around and put the carriage into the space. Ji Caiyan directly changed into ordinary coarse clothes and entered the village unsteadily. By the way, I touched some dust on my face. My whole body looked dusty, just like the little girl in the village. Songjiacun, like other villages, has already started distributing medicinal soup in the center of the village. A government official was guarding the food, and the villagers and other capable people were helping to distribute it. In a village, only about half of the people could move, and the rest were all lying in bed, shivering with fever. Village Chief Song's murmuring voice reached Ji Caiyan's ears. "That's great, that's great. Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is still thinking about us. We are finally saved." "His Royal Highness, thousand years old, thousand years old." The old village chief's cloudy eyes shed tears. As he spoke, he knelt in the snow and kowtowed in the direction of the capital. His eyes were extremely pious. "Are there enough people in the village?" "Don't miss anything. If no one opens the door, you must confirm it!" The yamen servant watched the people in the village take away the medicinal soup and asked again responsibly. "Of course, of course everyone has a share." The old village chief's eyes flickered, losing the piety he had just now. Ji Caiyan had read countless people, so he could clearly see the twinkle in the old village chief's eyes. He frowned slightly. Who does this old village chief want to use the plague to kill? Ask for a recommendation ticket.