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

It turns out that this guy was forced to pray for rain today, but it didn't work, so he was anxious to find someone to take the blame.

"Master, your words are truly laughable. Heaven and earth can witness my concern for my fellow villagers, and everyone has seen the good things I have done in the past. How can I not sincerely hope that God will send down a rain soon?"

Jiang Jinhe's heartfelt words finally made the onlookers come to their senses.

Gradually, some people came forward to support:

"Yes, Madam Jiang used to search everywhere for food and water for everyone, even venturing into the dangerous Lingshan Mountain!"

"That's right, Madam Jiang's heart is absolutely sincere!"

Jiang Jinhe looked directly into the Taoist's eyes, but saw that his eyes were unusually calm, and he couldn't help but think that something was wrong.

Sure enough, he then spoke:

"This woman has evil intentions, trying to confuse people and gain their trust, so she does all kinds of good things to win their hearts."

"Now that I have appeared to save the suffering, I have disrupted her plans, so she is trying to stop us from praying for rain. She is inciting you to question me, intending to drive me away so that she can continue to control you!"

The divine fortune teller spoke confidently, waving the whisk in his hand and pointing it at Jiang Jinhe, as if she was a monster that brought disaster to the country and the people.

What is even more disheartening is that many people actually think this makes sense, even a few people in Ayuan Village were shaken.

"Grandpa God, what do you think we should do now?"

Zhang Chunxiang's voice rang out in the crowd, familiar and harsh.

"The only way is to sacrifice her, to offer a sacrifice to the heavens! Otherwise, you will all suffer."

As soon as the fortune teller said this, the surroundings became eerily quiet.

"This...we can't just cross the river and burn the bridge like this. After all, Madam Jiang has done us a favor. This..."

Some people defended Jiang Jinhe, but under the instigation of the liar, human selfishness gradually prevailed.

Except for a few people who had been kind to Jiang Jinhe and were still protecting her, everyone else was demanding her execution.

No matter how Jiang Jinhe explained, people seemed to be possessed and dragged her out.

There was a lot of noise everywhere and the scorching sun made people dizzy. Jiang Jinhe felt that everything in front of him became unreal.

Although she had never been exposed to any psychedelic substances and had never seen people in a state after being bewitched, at this moment, Jiang Jinhe guessed that it might be this kind of chaotic feeling.

She was dizzy and was pushed and shoved by more than a dozen pairs of hands. In a trance, she was brought to an altar that had been prepared long ago.

Various offerings were placed on the altar, and next to it, the swindler directed people to hastily build a platform.

Jiang Jinhe was tied up and surrounded by piles of dry firewood.

Under the scorching sun, everything seemed unreal. Jiang Jinhe tried her best to resist, but to no avail.

The old Taoist priest whispered a prayer before the altar, and soon ordered the firewood to be lit.

“May the heavens have mercy on this unbelief and send rain to all those suffering!”

The villagers around them knelt down and called out in unison: "Let it rain! Let it rain!"

In an instant, a heat wave hotter than the scorching sun swept towards Jiang Jinhe.

At this moment, her heart was filled with despair.

She had imagined all sorts of possible endings in this ancient era, but she had never expected that after she had carefully concealed the secret of her time travel, she would suffer such an ignorant and ancient punishment.

The flames gradually approached, and the heat wave made Jiang Jinhe's cheeks red. It seemed that even his internal organs would be singed with every breath.

Just when I was in despair, a shadow approached quickly, seeming both real and unreal in the hazy space.

When she got closer, she recognized that it was Song Wenqin. The look of horror on his face made her feel as if she was in a dream.

When Song Wenqin heard the news, he had no time to think and had already rushed home.

Jiang Jinhe finally escaped from danger and was lucky enough not to be burned by the fire. His skin was only slightly burned by the heat.

Lin Shen arrived a step late and learned the details. He was furious and wanted to capture the old Taoist.

The officers were about to take action but were stopped by the people.

"No! The old immortal cannot be captured! We still need him to pray for rain! He cannot be captured!"

"It was because her heart wasn't sincere enough that the immortal failed to bring rain. She should be burned to death! Burn her now!"

The crowd was outraged and in unison, they protected the old Taoist behind them and shouted for the punishment of Jiang Jinhe.

This bizarre scene shocked everyone.

Lin Shen had no choice but to let Song Wenqin take Jiang Jinhe to evacuate first.

Faced with the deceived masses, Lin Shen was at a loss for a moment and had to temporarily hide from the spotlight and secretly monitor the whereabouts of the old Taoist.

Song Wenqin did not stop there and secretly sent someone to follow the Taoist priest.

After returning home, Song Yuyu and Jiang Xiaolan were shocked to see Jiang Jinhe's condition.

His usually pale face was now red, and his eyes were bloodshot, all due to the burning of the fireworks.

Song Yuyu did not hesitate and used all the drinking water in the house to wash Jiang Jinhe's face to cool her down.

Jiang Xiaolan stood by, gently fanning her with tears in her eyes.

"Sister, let me fan you, it will make you feel cooler."

Jiang Jinhe endured the burning pain all over his body, as if he was injured by boiling steam. Although it was not fatal, it would be a torment that would last for several days.

In this hot summer, the persistent pain became an extreme test of her endurance.

Song Wenqin watched the whole process, with an imperceptible heartache in his eyes.

But at this moment, he couldn't share any of her pain.

In the following days, every night was difficult for Jiang Jinhe, and Song Wenqin stayed up all night with her.

In order to distract her attention, Song Wenqin told her many new things about the outside world.

Jiang Jinhe listened attentively, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

"Wait! You just said a lot of people in the city have fever and cough? But has anyone died from it?"

Song Wenqin was slightly stunned and slowly shook his head.

"I haven't heard of any deaths yet, but this situation is quite similar to what you mentioned before."

In the dim moonlight, their eyes met, and Jiang Jinhe's flushed face became a little heavier.

The worries in my heart gradually overshadowed the physical discomfort.

If what Song Wenqin said is true, this may be a precursor to an epidemic.

Jiang Jinhe took out the silver given by Song Wenqin from under the bed and handed it back to him.

"Sir, wait until tomorrow to visit Master Xu and buy all his medicinal herbs, then hand them over to Master Lin for processing."

Her face was serious and she said earnestly,

"Remember, have Lord Lin gather all the doctors in the city to fight the disease together. Master Xu may not have enough herbs, and they may not all be suitable for the symptoms. Lord Lin must find another way to prepare more herbs!"

Song Wenqin was touched by Jiang Jinhe's firm attitude and realized the seriousness of the situation.

Seeing that he was also getting nervous, Jiang Jinhe forced out a smile and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, it's not the worst yet. We need to stay calm."

"Also, after buying medicine tomorrow, keep some for your own use. Everyone, including Mrs. Wang, needs to take precautions in advance."

Unexpectedly, three days later, when Jiang Jinhe felt a little better, Mrs. Wang brought shocking news.

"Miss Jiang, let me tell you something very satisfying! That old liar has gotten his comeuppance!"

Jiang Jinhe was shocked and quickly asked for details.

"What? Mrs. Wang, please tell me slowly what's going on."

The haggard-looking Mrs. Wang could not hide her excitement and relief.

"Hey, Miss Jiang, you don't know, ever since you escaped danger, that old liar has been praying for rain every day, but the sun still shines as usual, and he always uses you as a shield. How wicked!"