The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

"There, no one suffers from hunger or cold, famine is gone, and people have no worries about food and clothing."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Song Wenqin, her eyes full of seriousness, and asked:

"Do you think this scenario can come true?"

Song Wenqin's eyes met hers tenderly for a moment, then he nodded, his tone firm:

"That day will come."

Jiang Jinhe smiled bitterly and said nothing more.

How could such a vision convince an ancient person?

I must be really confused to ask such a question.

On their way back, the two men saw a group of men and women gathered together, and several soldiers came forward to investigate.

Jiang Jinhe and Song Wenqin stopped and watched from a distance.

The crowd dispersed, revealing a pot of boiling water, steaming hot.

Jiang Jinhe seemed to smell the aroma of meat vaguely, but before he could think about it, a quarrel broke out.

"This is the wild boar we hunted. Fearing uneven distribution, we've executed and cooked it on the spot. Could it be that you intend to seize it by force?"

Although thin, they stood with chests puffed out and glared, their words unable to conceal their impatience and urgency. And the food in the pot definitely didn't smell like pork.

Suddenly, Jiang Jinhe's mind flashed, as if he had understood the truth.

The feeling of nausea hit her like a tide, and she turned around and leaned against the wall, vomiting continuously.

Song Wenqin hurried forward to support her. She just kept vomiting until her stomach was empty, with only bitter water and bile churning, and the nausea gradually subsided.

Song Wenqin understood the reason for her violent reaction, his face became solemn, and he hurriedly took her home.

Halfway through the journey, Jiang Jinhe was unable to move forward and was eventually carried home by Song Wenqin.

For the next few days, Jiang Jinhe stayed indoors, fearing another horrific encounter. He stayed home to tend to Song Wenqin's hunting haul and leave all store matters to his assistants.

She concentrated on cooking to escape her troubled thoughts, and gradually her mood calmed down.

Song Yuyu and Xiaolan noticed something was wrong with her. After learning the whole story, they were both very worried and tried their best to make her smile.

Before they could enjoy a few days of comfort, the disaster suddenly escalated.

Starting from the early morning, the temperature rose for no reason. The bright sun hung in the air like a fireball, and the temperature rose day by day. It was so hot that it seemed as if we had returned to the scorching summer of the past when the temperature was over 40 degrees and could make people faint.

What’s even worse is that the high temperature has caused the few wells in the city to completely dry up, and searches for water sources outside the city have also yielded no results.

Even the soil dug back from Zou Lingshan has lost its magic. The fields that once grew vegetables are now only left with withered stems and leaves.

Lin Shen asked people to go back to Lingshan to dig soil, but it was in vain.

When new soil was laid in the fields, the scorching sun drained away the last bit of moisture from the seeds before they even broke through the soil.

This astronomical phenomenon seems as if God is deliberately making things difficult for us and doesn't want us to survive.

There were starving people everywhere, despair was everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.

Those with ulterior motives may have plenty of food and grass, but without water, no one can escape the scythe of death.

All this happened so fast that by the time everyone realized it, all life had been devoured by the high temperature, and God had not left them any chance to breathe.

Lin Shen had lost a lot of weight. He had not slept for days and was anxious day and night. Only when he was exhausted during the day would he reluctantly take a short nap after being persuaded by his subordinates, but he would wake up suddenly within an hour.

He tried to find Jiang Jinhe for help, but she was helpless.

This disaster made Jiang Jinhe suddenly realize that after the high temperature and large-scale deaths, a plague might follow.

In this era, a small cold can be fatal. Once the plague breaks out, Huizhou City will undoubtedly become a dead city.

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Jinhe immediately went to the county government office to find Lin Shen.

When Lin Shen saw her coming, he thought there was a turning point and went forward to greet her with great anticipation.

"Is there a solution?"

Looking at Lin Shen's hopeful eyes, Jiang Jinhe felt a mixture of emotions, and a bitter taste in her mouth, just like the bitterness of vomiting bile that day. She shook her head and smiled bitterly:

"My Lord, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Not only is there no solution, but there's even worse news."

When Jiang Jinhe expressed his concern about the possible outbreak of an epidemic, Lin Shen seemed to have all his strength drained away. His body softened and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Jiang Jinhe quickly supported him, and the officials around him also hurried to lend a hand, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Lin Shen could not hide his despair and showed his vulnerability in front of others for the first time. Normally, he always remained optimistic and resilient in front of the public.

"Master Lin, you should first prepare the medicinal herbs for emergency use. I will take my leave now."

Jiang Jinhe's eyes were red, unable to bear such a heavy burden. She left with tears in her eyes after leaving a hurried message.

Although Lin Shen was grief-stricken, he still insisted on doing his part, and Jiang Jinhe never doubted this.

Jiang Jinhe walked out of the county government office, forcing herself to stay awake, intending to visit several medical clinics and pharmacies in the city. Unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, the scorching sun flashed by, and she felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand.

The sun seemed to be against her on purpose. In just a moment, it became so scorching that it seemed to dry up everything.

Jiang Jinhe had no choice but to go back and find an umbrella. Although it was not a special sun protection product, it was better than nothing and at least it could provide her with some shade.

Although it was difficult to borrow an umbrella, Jiang Jinhe immediately set off for a nearby clinic. The old doctor sitting there was the famous doctor in the city who had previously diagnosed Song Yuyu.

In addition to seeking medical treatment, Jiang Jinhe also wanted to find out some news about the plague. After all, the old man's rich experience might contain valuable experience in fighting the epidemic.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. The old doctor was out and had not returned, leaving only a young clerk to look after the store.

Seeing a customer coming, the waiter immediately became very alert.

When Jiang Jinhe asked about the herbs for preventing and treating the plague, the waiter shook his head repeatedly: "Sir, you don't know, those herbs have already been sold out. Now there are only some common cold remedies left. Do you need any?"

Although he strongly recommended it, Jiang Jinhe could only decline with a smile, thanked him and left.

Medicine is not an ordinary thing. If no one is sick, why buy it? Can it be eaten as food?

Jiang Jinhe held an umbrella and shuttled between the medical clinics and drug stores in the city, but unfortunately, he found nothing after searching everywhere.

Obviously, some people had the foresight to stockpile medicinal materials early and sell them at high prices when the epidemic broke out. Throughout history, both in China and abroad, there have always been people who made a fortune in disasters.

Just as she was returning home disappointed, she was stopped on the way. "Madam, do you want to buy some herbs? My master invites you to the teahouse to discuss it."

The person blocking the road was a handsome young man. Following his direction, a thin middle-aged man was looking at him with a smile.

Obviously, he had noticed my inquiry about medicinal herbs this time. Perhaps he was the wise man who foresaw the crisis.

Jiang Jinhe walked forward with a smile, closed her umbrella and sat down opposite the man.

It is called a teahouse, but it is actually empty. The exquisite tea set placed in front of the man is obviously something he brought himself.

In this era when even water is scarce, being able to enjoy tea is a testament to one's financial resources.

The man smiled brightly and ordered someone to pour tea for Jiang Jinhe. She took the tea and asked with a smile, "May I ask your name, sir? What is the proper way to address me?"