Old Man Song's face was flushed.

He looked at the villagers and spoke in a rare manner.

"Everyone, don't learn from me. I will live clearly in this life. In just one or two years, I have done a lot of wrong things before, and I don't believe in retribution."

"But look at what happened in my family, which one is it? Not all retribution? I did a lot of wrong things and I also received a lot of retribution. I know what I did wrong now. I think it shouldn't be too late, at least, I can still redeem some sins."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked into the yard.

"Actually, I heard it secretly a few days ago. They said it was a plague. But I still pretended not to know and sent things over every day."

"You know that I am more afraid of death than anyone else. But I watched these children take care of the patients in it, and were not afraid of being infected at all. I think if I was afraid of death at this time, I would really have no shame to see the ancestors and ancestors even if I die."

After Old Man Song finished speaking, he walked out with a shoulder pole.

He would send five or six dans of firewood every day, but he wouldn't leave it all day. These days, the firewood used by [Zhengyangju] really depends on him to deliver it.

The villagers turned their heads and saw him off, and Old Man Song left.

Some people are ashamed, while others disagree.

Zhang Ziqiang pointed to the gate of the courtyard again and asked them, "Who wants to go in and carry people? Hurry up, otherwise, it will be closed. I'll leave my words here. If you don't go in and carry people away today, and if you dare to make trouble in the future, don't blame me for being rude."

None of the villagers moved.

Wen Chongzheng looked at the villagers and wanted to say something, but he no longer wanted to say anything, so he turned around and walked in.

Gu Bufan looked at Wen Yuechu and the others.

"Let's go, there are so many people in there to take care of."

The few of them nodded and went in with them.

With a giggle, the gate of the courtyard was closed tightly.

Zhang Ziqiang ignored those people and left alone.

After a while, the villagers dispersed.

Now the whole village is in panic. But the plague is still spreading, and people are suffering from fever from time to time and are sent to Zhengyangju.

Song Nuan grabbed some medicine.

Let Ziye and Su Ye send it out and hand it over to Zhang Ziqiang.

Ask Zhang Ziqiang to find the villagers to set up a large pot, and after frying, the villagers then drink a bowl every day.

If such a thing happens, people who have not been infected need to be prevented, and people who have been infected need to be cured. This is the only way.

at night.

Song Nuan had just gotten free. She returned to the door of the room and was about to go into the house to rest, but suddenly she heard Wen Yuechu shouting.

"Uncle Fan, Uncle Fan, you can come and see Uncle Zhang."

Song Nuan's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly walked towards Old Lady Zhang.

Gu Bufan also came out of another room and rushed over.

Old Mrs. Zhang has no rest.

This is the first person to die since the discovery of the plague.

Song Nuan looked at Old Mrs. Zhang's body and looked at Wen Chongzheng with a serious look on his face. "A Zheng, now go find the village chief and Uncle Sanshui."

Anyone who died in the plague could only burn it with fire.
Chapter completed!