The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

Mu Qingcheng heard that Meng Yun was escorting black salt this time, and that this batch of black salt had already been placed in the new house.

Time was running out, and they had to start making salt right away. So, Mu Qingcheng, Meng Yunmoyu, and the three Taoist priests from Xuantian Palace went to the new house together.

After arriving at the new house, everyone gathered together, their eyes focused on the pile of black salt.

Mo Yu calmly began to make salt, following the steps taught by Mu Qingcheng. The whole process was not complicated because they had always eaten white crystal salt and had made it several times, so they were very familiar with it.

As Mo Yu skillfully operated the stove, the flames in the stove burned fiercely, and the temperature in the pot gradually increased. Soon, a miracle began to happen in the pot. Amidst the billowing white mist, everyone saw the pure white crystals in the pot, as pure as snowflakes.

When the pot full of white, transparent salt appeared before everyone's eyes, a dead silence fell, followed by a burst of exclamations. Everyone stared at the scene in the pot with wide eyes in disbelief.

Especially Meng Yun, he rubbed his eyes hard, as if he suspected that what he saw was not real.

When he first received the order to escort this batch of black salt, he secretly grumbled in his heart that it was really unnecessary for His Highness to go to such great lengths, and it would be better to just take out the money and go to Southern Yan to buy food.

However, at this moment, witnessing this incredible scene, he realized how ignorant he was.

The three Taoist priests of Xuantian Palace were equally astonished. They had devoted their lives to studying Taoism, but had never heard of such a miraculous technique that could transform the rough, dark black salt into such a fine, white, crystal salt. This unprecedented spectacle was truly unbelievable.

Song Ming: "Isn't this just normal salt washing? Why did it become so white? Miss Mu, what did you add to it?"

Mu Qingcheng smiled and said, "You don't need to add anything. The principle is the mixture of concentrated salt water and brine. The main thing is that there are too many impurities in this black salt, and removing the impurities is the key."

She explained it carefully to everyone. Others only understood half of it, but Song Ming listened very seriously.

At this time, Zijin came to report that many villagers outside heard that Mu Qingcheng was here and came to express their gratitude.

It turned out that the people in the village who had contracted the epidemic had recovered. A few of them recovered more slowly due to their old age, but they were out of danger and were not seriously injured.

Mu Qingcheng walked out the door and saw the villagers standing in front of the new house. An old patriarch stepped forward and said, "Miss Mu is truly a fairy who has come down to earth to save people from suffering. You have saved us all. From now on, you are the great benefactor of our Daxi Village."

After saying that, he was about to kneel down to Mu Qingcheng, and the villagers behind him also knelt down.

Mu Qingcheng hurried forward to help him: "Hurry up, get up quickly, I can't accept your gift."

Mu Qingcheng had just helped the old man up when she saw the village chief rushing over.

"Miss Mu has been so kind to our Daxi Village, we have no way of repaying her. You deserve this gift. I have already discussed with several elders and we will erect a longevity tablet for her in the ancestral hall, so that her worship can be passed down through the generations."

"Ah!" Mu Qingcheng was shocked. She was going to be worshipped like a Bodhisattva.

Mu Qingcheng was about to refuse, but Mo Yu said, "Miss Mu is already a fairy, so don't refuse."

The three Taoist priests of Xuantian Palace also thought this was a good thing: "Miss Mu cured the epidemic, this is a merit, and she deserves this merit and incense."

The villagers said, "Miss Mu, you may not know! The surrounding villages are already plagued by plague, and I don't know how many people have died."

"A large number of people came from Chunshui Town and passed through our area, infecting several villages."

"Fortunately, we followed Miss Mu's advice and sealed off the village, otherwise we would not have been able to escape this disaster."

"I heard that some people took advantage of the fire to loot. My distant relative's village suffered a great disaster; the entire village was burned to ashes."

What? Mu Qingcheng was shocked. A small flu virus could actually cause such a big commotion. This sounded a bit strange!

Meng Yun had just received an order from the prince, ordering him to control the plague, but he did not expect the plague to spread so rapidly.

Mu Qingcheng said to Mo Yu with a serious face, "We must stop these people and never let them spread the news."

Mo Yu whispered to Mu Qingcheng that the master had already made arrangements.

After seeing off the village chief and villagers, they returned to their new house and immediately started discussing.

Mu Qingcheng heard that Yun Qing had sent Meng Yun to treat the epidemic and gave him the prescription. The prescription had been refined several times before it was finally finalized. It could be used publicly, but it must be used with a mask.

Mu Qingcheng warned: "This prescription must be prepared strictly according to the dosage, without any mistakes."

Meng Yun nodded seriously and carefully put away the prescription.

"Since we are going to fight the epidemic and provide disaster relief, we cannot do without masks. We must popularize masks. This is the key to preventing the spread of the epidemic. Everyone must have one, and they cannot be worn by others. Remember this."

Meng Yun listened attentively, writing furiously without stopping, not daring to slack off at all.

Mu Qingcheng readily handed Meng Yun a summary of the epidemic that she had carefully written.

Meng Yun was overjoyed and put it away carefully, preparing to study it carefully.

"But I can't give you this mask for free."

Mu Qingcheng's clothing workshop has recently become a mask processing factory due to the production of masks. She has also recruited 30 female workers, all of whom have to receive wages, and she really cannot be generous enough.

Meng Yun hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Miss Mu. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already promised that all expenses related to the epidemic will be borne by him."

Mu Qingcheng was finally satisfied: "That's how it should be."

"If there are people fleeing from the south, they must be stopped and not allowed to spread the virus northward. Those who can be persuaded to return must be persuaded to return, and those who cannot be persuaded to return must be set up in shelters on the spot."

Meng Yun nodded: "Don't worry, young lady, I will definitely stop them."

"I'm afraid we'll have to alert the government." Mu Qingcheng thought that they had limited manpower and would have to cooperate with the local government. She also thought of the private seal carved out of radish and wondered if this seal could deceive the government.

At this moment, Mo Yu respectfully presented Yun Qing's private seal.

Mu Qingcheng didn't know what it was, so she opened the box and saw a golden seal with a dragon button and a unicorn. It was engraved with the seal of the prince Yunqing.

"Wow! Is this Yun Qing's personal seal? This can't be real."

Haha! Moyu thought, no matter how fake this is, it’s still better than that radish seal you asked someone to carve!

"Master Mu, this is what our master asked me to give you. You can use it however you want and we will follow your instructions."

When the three Taoist priests of Xuantian Palace saw this chapter, they had nothing to understand. Their junior brother really risked his life and property, which showed that he was truly sincere to Miss Mu.

Mu Qingcheng looked at the seal again. It felt burning hot in her hand, as if she was holding Yun Qing's burning heart.

Her heart was beating warmly, as if bathing in the spring breeze.

How can the ten-mile spring breeze compare to you - Yunqing, I really miss you!