Traveling through the farm, I just want to earn money by farming

Mr. Ma was preparing things to go to the disaster-stricken village, and Qing Ning was also busy. She cut the fine cotton cloth she brought from home into pieces according to size, filled it with wood ash, and asked the women to sew masks. She just hoped that if she made more, they would be more useful.

She also asked the strong men in the village to dig out all the lime that her family had bought to build the house, wrapped it in tarpaulin, and pulled two ox carts for Mr. Ma to take it along.

We were running low on liquor, so we sent our uncle and father into town in the rain to buy as much as they could. The villagers all had the habit of collecting mugwort leaves, which were plentiful in the fields, and every household would cut plenty and dry them for later use.

"Grandpa Ma, these are simple filters. I've packed them separately. When you get to the disaster-stricken village, you can just have someone arrange for them to use them. Wear a mask over your mouth and nose to reduce the inhalation of germs. Wash your hands with white vinegar or strong alcohol after touching anything unclean. Boil clothes before wearing them, too. Be sure to sprinkle the lime, don't be reluctant. Tell the villagers to wash and air-dry everything in their homes after the flood recedes before using them. Dead things cannot be eaten, and rotten things must be dug up and buried deeply. The bodies of loved ones must be cremated. Don't think of this as an insult to the ancestors; this is also another way for them to protect you."

Qing Ning explained everything in detail, which gave people a false impression. Then he turned to Qing Song and Qing Wu and said, "My two brothers, please don't be greedy. Listen to Grandpa Ma in everything. Take good care of the food. I'm afraid there will be less food and clothes over there. Take these old clothes with you."

"Okay, kids, we've taken note of it. You can go back now." Mr. Ma looked kind-hearted. How could he not be touched by being cared for and loved?

Qingsong and Qingwu said, "Don't worry, little sister. We will definitely listen to Grandpa Ma. You should also be careful."

There were not many people going with them this time, but they brought a lot of things. Fearing that something might happen on the way, the old man sent everyone away and only left two people behind.

When the team had walked a distance, Qing Ning, feeling uneasy, trotted a few steps and shouted to the people in front, "You must return safely soon. I'll make you lots of delicious food when you come back."

A few people turned around and smiled, telling her to go back. Looking at their backs, Qing Ning suddenly felt sad. These were all the people she had met in her life. She didn't like facing separation, especially watching them walk towards danger when she could do nothing.

"Little sister, don't cry. Grandpa Ma, brother and the others will be fine." Qingke wiped her tears, picked her up and walked back, while the others followed behind and looked back from time to time.

Mr. Ma led his team downhill. Every village they passed was deserted, its inhabitants having been taken into the mountains to avoid floods. Uneasy, he sent someone to each village to contact the villagers and summon the village chief to arrange for epidemic prevention. Most of these village chiefs knew Mr. Ma, while some, though not acquainted with him, were in awe of him upon hearing he was a doctor and followed his instructions.

During extraordinary times, the incidence of epidemics is very high, so they would rather be cautious and not be careless. Some villagers saw their fearlessness and righteousness and admired them so much that they followed them to escort them.

After two arduous days of travel, they finally arrived. Yu Dalang had already led his men to repair the damaged dam. Although the flooding had stopped, the rain was still heavy. Yu Dalang led them up the mountain to settle down. Mr. Ma saw that only a hundred villagers had been rescued, and he concealed the heavy weight in his heart.

"Master, you're here?" Qingzhu looked up and saw the newcomer, very happy. He then looked to the side and said, "Brother Eldest, Brother Second, you're here too. Did you have a safe journey?"

"Well, thank you for your hard work, girl."

"Don't worry, Master. Uncle Xuanli is the one who treats the patients, and I'm just helping out." Several people asked each other about their recent situation. Mr. Ma arranged the things he brought and then went to see the patients together.

Qingsong and Qingbai put away everything they brought one by one, set up the filter according to Qingning's instructions, disinfected the place where they lived, and explained the epidemic prevention matters to the villagers. Then they took the people who came down the mountain to search and rescue.

The things brought were kept by the villagers of Chenjia Village, and just like in Chenjia Village, there was a designated person responsible for them, so they dared not slack off for fear of causing chaos.

Some of the rescuers returned at night and had a rare full meal. They drank a bowl of cold medicine every day, and after drinking it, they found a place to lie down and rest. Everyone was very tired.

The next day, the heavy rain that had lasted for a month suddenly stopped, and the sun came out, which made Mr. Ma and his friends even more anxious.

The floodwaters hadn't receded, and the sun was blazing high in the sky—not a good sign. Everyone was repeatedly warned not to act rashly. Masks were distributed to all the search and rescue personnel, along with instructions on precautions.

However, despite all the precautions, the problem still remained. The water was severely polluted and corpses were piled up. Some villagers refused to cremate their relatives' bodies, and the situation became difficult to control.

Meng Jinhuai and others quickly surrounded the village and set up checkpoints. They requisitioned several villagers' houses, cleaned them out and used them as epidemic sites.

"Who's in front? Don't go any further. There's an epidemic here, so turn back quickly." The patrolman saw several people coming towards him and shouted at them to turn back.

"My fellow villagers, we are disciples of Fuyuan Temple. We have been ordered by our master to go down the mountain to relieve the epidemic." These people were none other than Mo Yan and others.

When the patrol heard that it was an immortal from Fuyuan Temple, they asked them to wait for a moment and ran to report to Meng Jinhuai and others. Soon Meng Jinhuai was called over.

"Hello, Master Mo, thank you for your righteousness and compassion. However, the situation is dangerous now. Master Mo, you should go back." Meng Jinhuai advised.

Mo Yan said, "Thank you, young master. We are cultivating the Great Dao. How can we stand idly by and watch the suffering of the world? Now that we are here, there is no reason to go back. Young master, please let us in. We all know medicine."

Meng Jinhuai said nothing more. He had the checkpoint opened and led them in, explaining the situation along the way.

When I entered the village, I saw that everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and there was lime and the smell of wine everywhere.

"How are the corpses of livestock and villagers being disposed of?" Mo Yan asked.

"The corpses of the livestock have been cremated, and the corpses of the villagers~ Alas~ No one stopped them at the moment and they were all cremated." Meng Jinhuai frowned and sighed as he spoke.

Originally, according to the method, the area was disinfected regularly and regularly, so the villagers only suffered some minor colds, but nothing serious happened. Since the flood began to recede, the bodies of many villagers have been found one after another. Originally, cremation was considered, but the villagers refused to agree, and the stalemate almost resulted in injuries. This led to this disaster.

Meng Jinhuai said angrily, "It was only after the outbreak of the disease that they realized the seriousness of the problem. My brother arranged for the bodies to be collectively burned, but the disease was so severe that it infected more than half of the people in just three days, and half of the villagers I brought with me were injured."

"Let's go see the patient." Mo Yan said as he went to the isolation room. Meng Jinhuai quickly asked someone to find masks for them to wear.

Suddenly, the smell of alcohol and mugwort in the house grew stronger. Each room held only three people, the windows open to ventilate, and lime was scattered around the front and back of the house. Mo Yan felt the patient's pulse, and after understanding the situation, he left the room to find Mr. Ma.