Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Yang Qingfeng seized the opportunity, quickly raised his hand, and patted the ox's buttocks. The ox immediately spread its hooves and ran wildly, rushing out of the city gate. Soon, they left the group of officials far behind.

The oxcart jolted violently along the rough road as they sped along, and they escaped the pursuit. However, the black dog on the oxcart was in an increasingly critical condition.

The black dog suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then groaned in pain: "It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Afan reached out and gently placed his hand on the black dog's forehead. He felt a scorching heat coming from his fingertips. His face turned pale instantly. "Oh no, Uncle Qingfeng, his head is so hot!"

During his time outside the Great Wall, Afan often traveled through the battlefields after battle, picking up useful items. He had seen too many soldiers die from fever after being injured, and he was worried that Black Dog would die like this.

While driving the ox cart, Yang Qingfeng pulled out a purse from his sleeve and handed it to Afan. He said quickly, "Look in this purse. There's a pill wrapped in brown paper with the word 'cloth' written on it. Take one out quickly and give it to Black Dog!"

Before leaving, Xiuying gave him numerous instructions and stuffed a bunch of pills into his arms, saying they could treat a variety of ailments. Among them was a fever-relief pill, and it seemed to be called Bufen. In case she remembered it wrong, she wrote the word "Bu" on the pill as a mark.

He recalled Xiuying's nagging when he was out. At that time, he just thought his sister was too worried, but now it seems that his elder sister is not only far-sighted and can foresee everything in advance, but also thoughtful.

Ah Fan frantically searched in his purse and finally found the pill with the word "cloth" written on it, and carefully fed it to the black dog. The big girl quickly handed over the water bag and helped the black dog swallow the medicine.

Ah Fan looked at Yang Qingfeng with a worried look on his face and said, "What should we do, Uncle Qingfeng? Do you have any painkillers? If this continues, Black Dog will probably die from the pain before he even reaches Futian Village."

Most of the medicines Xiuying prepared for Qingfeng were for common illnesses such as colds and fever. She did not expect that this trip to Jizhou would be so dangerous, so she did not prepare any medicine to treat knife wounds.

After a moment of contemplation, Yang Qingfeng slowly said, "Give it a try. Let the black dog smell it with a silk handkerchief. There's really no painkiller right now, so we can only try to make the black dog fall asleep temporarily, which will at least alleviate the pain."

Afan quickly retrieved the silk handkerchief soaked in sleeping powder and gently placed it before Black Dog's nose. With his weak breaths, Black Dog slowly absorbed the remaining potency from the handkerchief. Before long, Black Dog's frown gradually relaxed, his expression calmed, and he drifted off to sleep.

Afan and Yang Qingfeng exchanged a glance, both of them expressing helplessness. They knew that whether Black Dog could survive this or not depended entirely on his luck.

Now the Jizhou prefect has issued a warrant for their arrest. If they rashly go to the town to find a doctor at this moment, they will undoubtedly walk into a trap and will definitely be caught by the government.

At this moment, they had no choice but to rush back to Futian Village. Along the way, the people and the cattle were exhausted, but even if they were extremely tired, they could only make a short rest in the dense forest in the wilderness.

Futian Village

The village was filled with joy and peace. Yang Qingfeng's three brick houses had been successfully completed. Beneath the old locust tree, the villagers, having just received their wages, looked on with envy.

"Hey, look, Qingfeng is a really capable kid. He built his own brick house at such a young age." A villager couldn't help but say.

"What's there to be jealous about? If Huahua marries there, she will naturally become the mistress of those three brick houses." Another villager continued with a smile.

Wang Fuping and his daughter Ma Caifeng were among those collecting their wages. After working for ten full days, they earned a total of four hundred coins.

Wang Fuping patted his daughter's hand gently and said, "My daughter, let's save some more money and build you three beautiful brick houses."

Wang Fuping looked at his daughter with eyes full of heartache, recalling the uproar over the previous incident between his daughter and Yang Qingfeng.

Now, Yang Qingfeng was building a house in the village with great fanfare, clearly intending to marry Huahua. Although the villagers wouldn't say anything unpleasant to his face, behind his back, the gossip stabbed his daughter like a knife. Wang Fuping knew everyone was secretly laughing at his daughter.

Whenever Wang Fuping thought about this, she felt like a huge stone was weighing down her heart, making it hard to breathe. She secretly vowed that even if it cost her her life, she would build three brick houses for her daughter. Only then could her daughter stand up straight and live a respectable life in the village.

"Mom, let's go back quickly. Ying will be hungry soon." Ma Caifeng was only thinking about her husband.

Wang Fuping followed her daughter's footsteps and said, "My dear, I've been feeling uneasy. Lately, I've noticed my son-in-law acting strangely, always running out, and always going to the back hills with Ah Su from Grandma Zhang's family."

Ma Caifeng comforted her mother, "They knew each other before, so it's no big deal if they get closer. Mom, don't think too much. Maybe they are just going to the back mountain to look for something together." After saying that, she quickened her pace, because she still had to go back to cook for her husband.

At this time, Zhuiying was chopping wood in the yard of Grandma Zhang's house, sweating profusely, and his waist was almost broken from exhaustion.

"Master, do you think this is enough?" Zhuiying straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and looked at Fusu who was walking towards him with a bundle of firewood.

Fusu gently put down the firewood and said, "The weather is getting colder. Grandma Zhang is old and her legs hurt a lot. Chop more firewood so that she can warm herself by the fire when winter comes. She will feel better."

Zhuiying picked up the axe again and continued chopping wood, saying as he did so, "Master, if you are so worried about Grandma Zhang and really can't let her go, I think you should just take her away so you can take care of her at any time."

After hearing this, Fusu sighed slightly. "That won't do. The current situation is turbulent and dangerous. I am in it and may encounter danger at any time. If Grandma Zhang follows me, not only will she not be able to enjoy her old age, but she will be in danger. Right now, only this Futian Village can be considered a stable and pure land where she can spend the rest of her life in peace."

Zhuiying stole a glance in the direction of Grandma Zhang's room. Seeing no one around, he lowered his voice, approached Fusu, and asked, "Master, when exactly are you planning on leaving here? You said you were leaving last time, but it's been nearly half a month, and you're still here. You...are you reluctant to leave?"