Fu Huang: Husband, here is a ginseng

What's so scary about a bunch of old women? The villagers of Huojia Village are strong and healthy, and they have swords at their disposal. Why would they be afraid of these sickly plants that can be blown down by a gust of wind? They must be joking.

If they can't defeat these people, they might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill themselves with it.

"Don't listen to their incitement. I can really cure the plague. If you don't want to die, you'd better return to your village and wait for the doctor to treat you."

For these people infected with the plague, either there was plague in their own village or they were infected on the road. The most urgent task was to return to the village and then be isolated in a unified manner so that it would be convenient for treatment.

“Don’t believe her words, she wants you to go back and burn you to death.

Since ancient times, no one has been able to cure the plague, and the only way is to burn the village."

A burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came out and said, his eyes were flickering, and it was obvious that he was not a good person.

Many people are hesitant and don't know who to trust.

"Just because others can't cure the plague doesn't mean I can't. You've been stopping them from going back for treatment. What's your intention? Don't you want them to be cured? You have such an ulterior motive. Don't you think everyone can see it?"

Gao Zhijun argued with the big man, which made him very angry, but he couldn't find an excuse to refute.

Because he did have a purpose, which was to kill them and steal their cattle, horses, and silver, but he couldn't say it openly.

When the people saw that he was silent, they realized that he just wanted to use them to kill them and then take away their things. He was really a cruel person. Fortunately, they did not help him.

"You, you, are slandering me and framing me?"

The big man who was scolded was so angry that he scolded back.

"Whether it is slander or not, you know it very well, and the villagers also know it tacitly, because they have sharp eyes."

Gao Zhijun was too lazy to deal with this scoundrel and just wanted to get into the city as soon as possible and settle the villagers.

"Can you really cure the plague?"

A commoner asked Gao Zhijun anxiously.

"Trust me, I can heal you."

Gao Zhijun comforted him and gave him assurance, which was also an assurance to the people.

"Okay, I believe you!"

"I am the head of Huangjia Village. I live in Wushui Town. We are waiting for you."

"Villagers of Huangjia Village, follow me back!"

Village chief Huang said to the villagers of Huangjia Village, and then he took his family and walked back first, followed by the villagers of Huangjia Village.

When the remaining people saw that Village Chief Huang had left, they hesitated for a while, then introduced themselves as the names of their villages and left with their people.

Only a few ruffians who had been acting sarcastic just now were left. Seeing that no common people were helping them and looking at such a large lineup, they knew they could not gain any advantage today, so they had to leave in shame.

After everyone left, Gao Zhijun's team continued to move forward, and after about half an hour, they arrived at the gate of the county town.

This is Qingyang County, Qingzhou.

Gao Zhijun and Huo Jinqian came to the city gate with the pass, but the soldiers guarding the gate stopped them and said, "Stop! No one is allowed to enter the city!"

"Sir, we are from Liangzhou and are going to Taizhou. Our Liangzhou prefect asked us to pass by Qingzhou and pay a visit to your prefect. Because it has been raining and the roads are slippery and unsafe, we want to visit your lord and stay here for a few days. I wonder if you can make some concessions."

Gao Zhijun brought Prefect Chu out, hoping that it would play a role.

If I told the gatekeeper that I could cure the plague, I would probably be beaten like a fool.

Ancient people would not believe their own words if they were insignificant. Only by bringing up big figures could they get what they wanted.

"What is your relationship with the governor of Liangzhou?"

An officer looked at her, wanting to know her relationship with the prefect of Liangzhou.

If they are relatives, you must not offend them.

"We are close friends regardless of age difference, and we have a very good relationship. Otherwise, you wouldn't have allowed me to visit your prefect."

Gao Zhijun deceived the officers and soldiers.

I'm sorry, I took advantage of you, but it happened suddenly and I'm grateful for what I did. I hope you can forgive me. Gao Zhijun silently apologized to Governor Chu in her heart.

Prefect Chu - When did we become friends regardless of age difference? Shouldn't we have just met by chance?

Huo Jinqian glanced at Gao Zhijun silently, his eyes filled with indescribable expression. It seemed that his little girl was very good at fooling people and could even come up with such an excuse.

Of course Gao Zhijun knew that Huo Jinqian was looking at her, and she also knew what he was thinking. She tried to remain calm and act composed: as long as she wasn't embarrassed, others would be embarrassed.

"Wait here for a moment. I will go and report to the Lord."

The soldier couldn't tell that Gao Zhijun was lying, and thought that she might be on good terms with the prefect of Liangzhou, so he didn't dare to neglect her.

"Sir, go quickly!"

Gao Zhijun said politely.

The official drove a ox cart to the county government office.

At this moment, in the county government office, the county magistrate was looking worried. Many villagers in the county began to feel unwell. After the doctors examined them, they could not diagnose what was wrong.

The magistrate of Qingyang County is named Leng, a native of Beijing. He graduated from high school the year before last and was sent here to serve as the county magistrate. As long as he serves for three years, he will be transferred back to Beijing.

Unexpectedly, within a year, there was a drought and now there is a flood. What a shitty luck he has. His political achievements this year are probably zero.

In fact, County Magistrate Leng and the owner of Renshou Hall are close friends regardless of age difference and good brothers for life and death. He is the legitimate son of the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple.