Traveling through ancient times to survive

Zhao Qing packed up bedding, spare clothes, towels, wooden basin for bathing, cups for drinking water and other daily necessities and delivered them to Zhao Lan.

Zhao Lan was very happy: "Thank you, cousin. By the way, I forgot to give you something."

After saying that, Zhao Lan threw a small ball of cloth over to Zhao Qing. Zhao Qing reached out to take it. The touch under her fingers made her realize that it was the "Plague Eliminator" that Zhao Lan had just collected.

Zhao Qing looked over, and Zhao Lan didn't wait for her to ask, and took the initiative to answer: "Cousin, don't worry, I still have more."

Time passed slowly amid everyone's nervousness and anxiety. There were more people in the quarantine area, but fortunately no one's condition worsened. Although everyone was frightened, they were not unable to bear it and their lives went on as usual.

In the quarantine area, Zhao Lan took the prescribed amount of medicine every day. The mall was indeed trustworthy, and the "Plague Elimination" medicine was extremely effective.

Zhao Lan's symptoms were relatively mild, with only a slight fever that quickly subsided within a day, followed by a headache, general weakness, and drowsiness. The severity of the symptoms was not high and she could easily bear them, which was easier than her colds and fevers in modern times.

When Zhao Lan was almost fully recovered, her brother came to the quarantine area. Mrs. Zhao sent her baby son to the hospital crying, almost fainting.

"It's all Lan Ya's fault. If she hadn't infected you, my son wouldn't have to suffer! And that shameless girl from the third brother's family, I will never let her go!"

Zhao Decheng was already feeling very uncomfortable, and now he had to endure his own mother's evil voice piercing his ears, making him extremely annoyed.

"Mom, stop arguing. I have a headache."

"Okay, I won't say anything more. You should take good care of yourself. I will go back and prepare some clothes for you."

Zhao Lan heard her own mother's signature curse from afar. She turned over speechlessly and faced the wooden wall. It seemed that her mother really loved her son and sent him here personally, not even afraid of the plague. But what did this have to do with Third Aunt?

As expected, there was a hidden story behind this matter. When Zhao Decheng first fell ill, he wanted to endure it and conceal it. He didn't want to come to the quarantine area, which was full of patients. Every breath he took carried the plague, which was greatly unfavorable for his recovery. The place he lived in must have been very difficult and his life very inconvenient.

Mrs. Zhao was the first to notice her son's abnormality. She was terrified and was about to tell Zhao Chengshan, but Zhao Decheng stopped her.

He knew that his father would definitely not help him hide it and would definitely tell his grandfather. Even if his grandfather liked him very much, he would report it because of the third room.

So Zhao Decheng pretended to be pitiful and begged Zhao Dasao. It was the first time that Zhao Dasao was begged by her beloved son, so how could she not agree? Without thinking, she agreed to cooperate with her son to keep it secret.

Of course, it was only concealed for two days before the meticulous Mrs. Zhao discovered something was wrong. Cheng'er seemed to be in a bad mood these past two days and was always sleeping. Could it be that he had also been infected with the disease?

Mrs. Zhao was scared and angry. Other people's lives were not important? With such a big source of infection around her, could her family of four survive?

Zhao Sansao took the initiative to test, staring at Zhao Dasao with her eyes fixed: "Cheng'er, what's wrong with you these days? You talk less, are you sick?"

Mrs. Zhao's heart skipped a beat when her secret was suddenly exposed. Her eyes were panicked for a moment, but she tried hard to pretend nothing had happened.

"No, what can he, a scholar, say to us illiterate people?"

Mrs. Zhao San's eyes narrowed. There was indeed a problem. If she had really slandered Cheng Ge'er, given Mrs. Zhao's personality, she would definitely jump up and curse. How could she remain so calm?

Mrs. Zhao San knew that this matter must be concealed by Cheng Ge'er. With Mrs. Zhao Da's stupid brain, she would only scream and let Zhao Chengshan make the decision.

She felt cold in her heart. Was this the person that the old man had high hopes for and had repeatedly said would definitely revive the family? He only cared about himself and didn't care about the lives of his relatives at all. With such selfishness and cold-bloodedness, would he really be willing to help the third wife instead of stepping on her when he had a bright future?

No, we can't place our hopes on him. The elders in the clan are really sharp-eyed. They must have seen through the fact that he is unreliable, so they just found a teacher for him and left him alone.

Mrs. Zhao San was determined to educate her own children in the future. It was impossible for her to squeeze the third branch of her family to support Cheng'er's studies as she did in the past.

Thinking too far ahead, Mrs. Zhao pulled her thoughts back to the original state. For the sake of her family's safety, the most urgent thing was to send Brother Cheng to the quarantine area.

Now the old man still values ​​him the most, even though Cheng Ge'er now disregards the safety of his entire family and doesn't care whether anyone will be infected with the disease by him.

As long as no one is really infected, the old man will not blame him too much. If he cries and says he is scared a few more times, the old man might even blame himself for exposing him, so he cannot point the finger directly at him now.

He could only pull the old man and his wife to his side of the battle. If he directly confronted Cheng Ge'er for the safety of the third room, the old man would definitely think that the third room was afraid of death and would be dissatisfied with them.

But now he has put all the blame on his sister-in-law. With Cheng'er's selfish character, he will never deny it. The old man will not show any mercy to his sister-in-law.

If the old man's own safety and the safety of the whole village are tied to Cheng Ge'er, the old man will not refuse if you ask him to send Cheng Ge'er to the quarantine area.

Moreover, Cheng Ge'er himself cannot refuse, because refusal means that he does not think so. Who can take the initiative to admit that he is selfish?

I'm sorry, sister-in-law. It's your fault that you gave birth to such a son. I have to bear with you.

Although Mrs. Zhao San had a lot of thoughts in her mind, in the outside world, only a moment had passed. She deliberately raised her voice and started cursing.

"Okay! You still want to lie to me! Cheng'er is definitely infected! You are so vicious! You have to drag the whole family to get sick. We are young and strong, so we are not afraid, but what about our parents? They are old, what if something goes wrong? And Cheng'er, he is obviously a scholar who can distinguish right from wrong. Because of your nonsense, how can people see him? Say that he deliberately harmed the whole village? You are so vicious and stupid! Cheng'er is blessed to have a mother like you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole shed fell into silence, and everyone looked at Mrs. Zhao with increasingly strange looks in their eyes.

Mrs. Zhao was blasted with criticism. She was terrified as she saw her parents-in-law's increasingly cold gazes. She couldn't explain the inside story. Was it her son's idea? If she told him, how would her son look at her? She could only shake her head and desperately deny it.

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't!"

Zhao Yuanmu looked disappointed: "I really regret letting the boss marry a stupid woman like you! If it happens again, you will be kicked out of our Zhao family."

Sun Xiaocao was very disappointed: "You can't even do one thing right! What's the use of you!"

Mrs. Zhao was so frightened that she burst into tears and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Zhao Chengshan yelled: "What are you still standing there for? Go out and report to the village chief!"

Mrs. Zhao rolled out and tumbled. Zhao Chengshan took a deep look at Mrs. Zhao San and found that she was indeed a good tactician.

Then he apologized to the old man: "Dad, she is just stupid and didn't think too much. She definitely didn't mean to harm our family. I will definitely discipline her in the future."

The old man nodded. Both father and son understood Mrs. Zhao. She had an empty head and couldn't think so much. Even Sun Xiaocao only thought she was stupid, not vicious.