A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

"Xiao Ning, stop messing around. I won't let you do a deal while you're pregnant." He heard from his subordinates that when their wives were pregnant, they needed help to walk, and they would never leave the house. They were always in pain or discomfort.

The later stages of her pregnancy were particularly troublesome. She complained of being unable to sleep because the baby was kicking her, that her belly was too big to turn over, that her back ached, her legs were swollen, and that the food didn't suit her taste. During her postpartum period, she kept everyone taking care of her extremely busy. Why is it that when it comes to him, he has no problems at all, and she's already thinking about running around the entire Great Xia Dynasty doing business?!

"Why can't I go? I'm pregnant, not that I have a broken leg. Besides, I can teleport, so I don't need to walk."

"I worry about you."

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly healthy!" With that, she did a split right in front of him, stood up, and then tucked her legs behind her head, looking at him smugly. You know yoga, right? Ever seen it? That's how awesome I am!

Jiang Yi's lips twitched. Was his wife being too fierce? "Be gentle, aren't you afraid of upsetting the baby?"

Xia Ning patted her lower abdomen. "He's perfectly fine. So, can I make a deal with him?"

It's a fool not to make money when there's opportunity. It's not like I'm in confinement now, I can go anywhere.

"This time we'll take the wolf cubs with us, find a mountain, and let them roam freely and have some fun."

Jiang Yi looked at her, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

What to do? He can't persuade her!

"What did the person who just came say?"

"The epidemic situation is currently good. Although the number of deaths has increased, most of them are elderly and frail people. Young people see the effects of the medicine more quickly."

"Once the current patients are cured and go home, plus the new patients, it will probably take another year and a half."

"It'll take that long? How are you going to get out of town to make the deal?"

"Didn't you say I wasn't allowed to go out?"

Jiang Yi was speechless after being rebuked.

"Hahaha... I can teleport, can a city lockdown really contain us? Besides, we need to go to the capital to ask the emperor for medical and food expenses. That's a lot of money, he needs time to prepare it."

"Aren't you afraid he'll renege on his debt? That guy doesn't seem like a decent person."

That's why he made the prefect write an IOU, so everything was clearly stated in black and white. After the prefect fell from grace, it was the sub-prefect who signed and sealed it.

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

After several major outbreaks, the number of critically ill patients in the suburbs has decreased, and more and more people are leaving the suburbs and being sent home by government officials.

People who thought they were going to die here burst into tears upon seeing their loved ones...

The doctors can finally take a breather and no longer have to work overtime every day.

The governor, however, remained in his solitary tent, utterly despondent.

He wasn't dead, but he became a living dead. He would get out of breath after walking a few steps and couldn't do any work. In this state, let alone going to the government office, he needed someone to take care of him even to defecate or take a bath.

More than a dozen doctors said he was incurable. This is the sequela of the epidemic. Some people have severe symptoms, some do not, and some do not have any symptoms at all, depending on their individual constitution.

And he, unfortunately, belongs to the most severe category. Because he usually lives a life of luxury and looks radiant, he is actually very weak. He will spend the rest of his life confined to his bed, becoming a useless person.

How to do?

What should he do?

Has his career come to an end? He had rendered great service in resolving the epidemic and could have been promoted. Now, he can only retire at home. He's only thirty-four, in the prime of his life. How can he accept this?

And his family members—without his official authority, their downfall would have been inevitable.

It's all Jiang Yi's fault, that bastard! He forced me to come to this godforsaken place every day for inspections, which is why I got infected with the plague. And because he sent him a few beauties he didn't like, he's looking for a chance to get revenge! He's a monster! Looking at him now, he must be so smug, right?

He must report to the Emperor that this couple is very strange. No large quantities of supplies have ever been sent to or from the prefectural city, yet they have a continuous supply of food and medicine.

Where did the things come from?

Can they change on their own?

He'd suspected this more than once or twice, but he'd kept quiet because Hangzhou genuinely needed these things. Now, he's practically on his deathbed; why should he care whether they need them or not? These two are abnormal, absolutely abnormal.

Their things were of dubious origin, and the medicine he was taking was also very unusual.

He wanted the emperor to avenge him, to tear these two people apart and see where they came from to commit such a heinous crime.

Inside the prefect's tent, he alternated between crying and laughing, between rage and gritted teeth. The person responsible for taking care of him couldn't help but take a few steps back. "Prefect, has he been driven mad by this?" But it was also quite normal. Knowing that he would only be able to eke out a living in the future, no one could bear it.

The servants looked at him with pity; how glorious he had been before, how pitiful he would be now. Their Hangzhou city was about to have a new governor.

"My lord, congratulations, you can go home and rest now."

The prefect slowly raised his eyes to look at the doctor, "Do you think I'm fully recovered?"

Are you blind? Didn't you see he can't even get out of bed?

The doctor touched the cold sweat on his forehead. They were only responsible for treating epidemic diseases. His chronic illness was no use even if he stayed here for ten or eight years!

"My lord, your illness has indeed been cured."

"But what about the others?"

They were helpless with the other symptoms; the pulse was weak and the body was frail. How could they treat such a patient?

"The rest are beyond my ability to handle."

The prefect closed his eyes, refusing to speak with them any further. He wouldn't leave, not even if it meant death. His family didn't have much silver left; what would he do back home? Medicine was so expensive; how could his family tolerate him taking it every day for so long? He contracted the disease because of the people; the Great Xia Dynasty should support him for life.

Furthermore, he was timid and afraid to go back and face his family. He was afraid to see their shocked and disappointed faces. Even more afraid that they would abandon him and give up on him.

He understood the saying "a long illness tests filial piety," so he didn't want to go home, didn't want to drag his crippled body home.

He couldn't bring himself to end it all, so he just endured it. It was quite nice here. There were people to take care of him, a doctor came several times a day, medicine was provided, and whatever he wanted was prepared and brought to him. He ate and drank well.

I heard that it was all prepared by the Marquis to meet all the needs of those who fall ill while on official business.

These benefits will disappear once you leave this place.

The doctors, left with no other option, had to take their leave. They dared not do anything to the prefect; they could only report to their superiors and see how they would handle the situation. They couldn't very well leave all the patients home while they stayed to care for the prefect alone, could they?

"Xiao Ning, the people below say that the prefect refuses to leave the outskirts of the city."

Xia Ning: ...You've developed feelings for living here?

"Why? Why doesn't he want to go home?" Everyone wants to go home as soon as they recover, so why is this person so strange?

"His health is poor, and he probably couldn't handle the shock."

"What do you mean?"

"I've become a cripple; I get out of breath after just a few steps."

Oh my god, this poor kid is doomed!

Xia Ning looked at Jiang Yi and said, "What should we do? We can't just leave him there forever. The patients are all gone, and the place will definitely be abandoned."

"If all else fails, find someone to carry him back. He's a cripple now anyway. We can't let him stay here forever; we owe him something, can we?"

Jiang Yi had a sour face. He couldn't tolerate the prefect's bad habits. Everyone else would obediently go home after recovering, but this one was just making a fuss.

"How can the prefect do his job in his current state?" He can't, can he? He can't even take care of himself, let alone work.

"What the hell are you talking about? What are you going to do? Just lie there and do nothing? I've already written my memorial. Until the new magistrate is appointed, the sub-prefect will temporarily take over."

Xia Ning truly felt sorry for the prefect. "Poor kid, he's so sick and he's lost his official position. No wonder he refuses to go home; he's afraid to see his family! As the head of the household, once he leaves, he becomes the biggest burden when he returns. No one can bear that. Is this considered a work-related injury? Doesn't the court support him?"

“I will also submit a memorial to the emperor, explaining the details. Not only will he be unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life, but he also needs constant medicine, which is quite expensive. I don’t know how much compensation the court will give him. So many people get sick, but he was the most seriously ill after recovering. Sigh, if I were him, I would have just taken my own life. What’s the point of living? It’s a waste of money and food.”

Xia Ning: ……

"So, when I can no longer move, I should end my own life and not be a burden to you and the children?"

Jiang Yi was stunned for a while. Oh no, he'd said the wrong thing. "I meant myself, myself! If you get sick, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life!"

Xia Ning snorted coldly, "He's smart to know what's good for him!"