Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

"Really? The yield per mu is one thousand catties, and it's the same for every mu! According to your instructions, the tax has been collected, a total of one hundred thousand catties of rice seeds." The official answered honestly.

"Good, good, very good. Save the rice seeds. I will take them to Jiangnan County and let the people there plant them as well."

Those people who harvested the rice have kept the rice seeds for themselves.

So he needn't worry.

With food, the people of Jiashu County, including the victims of the disaster, finally had a chance to survive.

There was cheering inside and outside the city.

There are a few exceptions.

For example, the Chen family and the Yan family.

Wang Lihua died of illness half a month ago.

The nine-year-old Chen Tiangui was left alone. He did not listen to Bai Lizheng's advice to grow crops, but instead stole all kinds of things in the village.

Finally he was chased away by the villagers, and at night he missed a step and fell to his death in a dry ditch.

The Yan family was not much better off. The original owner's mother, Sun Yingyun, was released from prison early.

But her health had already broken down. After returning home, her son and grandson were unfilial and she was insulted by her granddaughter-in-law every day.

He died in a mass grave last year.

Yan Chun didn't even dig a grave for her.

The villagers pointed at his nose and cursed him for his actions.

Finally, Bai Lizheng asked Yan Xia's opinion and decided to drive Yan Chun's family out.

As soon as they set out on the road, they were robbed by the disaster victims, and some died of starvation or disease.

Those who survived became beggars, begging for food foolishly.

As for Yan Xia, in early July, she boarded a carriage with Magistrate Lu and headed for Jiangnan County.

"This time, you must come with me. You are more familiar with rice seeds than I am, and this is your credit. I will never take it away from you."

In the carriage, the two drank warm water, and Lu Cunshan spoke slowly.

It's not that I don't drink tea.

But it’s the drought in recent years.

The tea trees had all died long ago.

As for the old tea, it had long been consumed.

"I..." Yan Xia finished drinking the warm water in the cup and was about to speak when the carriage suddenly stopped.

Yan Xia fell down with a thud.

Her facial features were wrinkled in pain.

"What's going on! How do you drive the carriage?" Lu Cunshan cursed loudly.

"Sir, someone has stopped the carriage."

The groom's frightened voice came from outside.

Lu Cunshan lifted the curtain and looked.

On the road ahead, two young men in egret robes were holding a middle-aged man in black silk and blocking the middle of the road. At a glance, Lu Cunshan knew that the identities of the three men were not simple.

"Please lend me the carriage. My master has been poisoned and needs to go to the infirmary for treatment."

Although their voices were cold and clear, if you listened carefully, you could hear the trembling in them.

"Come up." Lu Cunshan nodded.

"Thank you, brother."

The two men still had no expression on their faces. They helped the middle-aged man onto the carriage. One of them stayed with him and the other sat outside.

"Turn around and go back to town."

Fortunately, we had only set out half an hour ago.

Shuangqiao Town is the safest county town in Jiangnan.

Lu Cunshan simply asked the coachman to turn around and go back.

He didn't even consider the nearest town of Anning.

It was chaos there.

I heard that some people even eat two-legged sheep.

Not to mention the clinic, I guess all the doctors are dead or have run away.

Back in town, the carriage stopped in front of the clinic.

Order had long been restored in Jiashu County, and like a few years ago, some food shops were open.

The middle-aged man had not fainted yet, but he was about to do so. His eyes were lifeless, his mouth was purple, and his face was pale and blue.

Two young men carried him into the clinic. Yan Xia originally thought that County Magistrate Lu would set off immediately, but unexpectedly he also got off the carriage and followed him into the clinic.

In that case, Yan Xia had no choice but to go in with them.

"It's a virtual poison! This is a virtual poison! There's no cure, hurry up and take care of the funeral."

The doctor stroked his beard and shook his head.

His words seemed to be a direct death sentence for the middle-aged man.

"You old man, if you are not a good doctor, then you are not a good doctor. How can you say that there is no hope for the patient?"

One of the young men lost his temper.

"Humph, my medical skills are second to none in Jiangnan! My grandfather was an imperial physician! If it weren't for the drought and I had fled here from Jiangnan County, you wouldn't have seen me! Disciple, send them out!"

The old doctor was so angry that he threw up his sleeves and told his apprentice to drive them away.

"My brother has a very hot temper and is young and inexperienced. I hope you can forgive me, old doctor. May I ask, doctor, is there really no way you can save my master?"

The other young man hastily apologized.

There was a pleading look in his eyes.

Seems extremely sad.

"Do you know what virtual poison is?" Seeing his sincere attitude, the doctor turned around and asked him.

"I don't know."

The man shook his head.

"The person who poisoned the person was extremely vicious. The virtual poison is a mixture of all the poisons in the world, blended together to create a poison. Once taken by a person, these poisons will rob each other in the body. In the end, the person who was poisoned did not die of the poison, but died of weakness in all parts of the body. I heard that many years ago, a high-ranking official was poisoned by this poison.

First, his mind went into a trance, then he became blind, deaf, and smellless, and then he could no longer speak, and he could no longer control his limbs, like a living dead person, and the pain increased several times! It wasn't until he died of pain in bed that it was over, and it took a full eighteen days, just like going through the eighteen levels of hell. If you can't bear to see your master suffer, I suggest you give him a quick death. Of course, there is another way to save your master, and that is to find a thousand-year-old ginseng!"

The old doctor's eyes changed slightly and he sighed.

With a look of helplessness on his face, he continued.

"You know, I have never seen a thousand-year-old ginseng since I was born. Not to mention a thousand-year-old ginseng, even a six-hundred-year-old ginseng has not been seen for decades. Where can you find a thousand-year-old ginseng? I didn't say it just now because I think this method is useless. Not to mention in this small place, you can't find a thousand-year-old ginseng even if you go to the imperial city or the palace! Think about it yourself. Judging from his condition, it's already the third day. By tomorrow, his mind should be confused."

The old doctor's tone became much more intense.

It seemed to be reminding the man in front of him.

Let him make a quick decision.

Either die in misery, or leave happily and comfortably.

Yan Xia, who was standing by, saw it all. She happened to have a thousand-year-old ginseng, but she wouldn't take it out.

Although she donated food to save the world, it does not mean that she will save everyone.

To her, the man in front of her was just a stranger.

She knew that she was not that kind, so how could she take out such precious ginseng to save a stranger?

Yan Xia was silent.

She turned around and prepared to go out.

However, the next second.

She heard a 'thump'.

It turned out that the young man was kneeling on the ground.

"My master is actually the current emperor. Nothing can happen to him. Absolutely not! We will send people to find the thousand-year-old ginseng. Please, old doctor, suppress the toxins in His Majesty's body. Our people will be here in two days at most. Please."