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Chapter 47【Three Years】Please vote for the monthly ticket and read on
Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the early spring of the fifth year of Xiping, on the vast plains of Pingxiang County that had not yet thawed, several figures were staggering forward.

Walking in front was a man with a weather-beaten face. He was leaning on a wooden stick and carrying his mother on his back.

After days of running around and suffering from hunger and cold, the man's mother was extremely weak and could only mutter with her sunken eyes closed.

"Son, please put me down, otherwise I will drag you down to death sooner or later."

"Mom, please stop talking and save your energy. Unless I die, I will definitely carry you to Zhangjiabao."

Unfortunately, the man's mother was already unconscious and could not hear what he said. She could only keep repeating words asking for death.

"Brother Hu, last year the Fuyang River flooded, and most of Pingxiang County was affected. There wasn't enough food in every village and township in the county.

You said...if we go to Zhangjiabao, will they want us?"

The person who was speaking was the man's wife. She was holding her six-year-old son and a daughter who was less than two years old in her arms.

"You can live! You can live!

When the plague broke out last year, Taoist priests from Zhangjiabao came to our village to distribute medicine and gave a small bag of wheat to everyone who went to listen to their sermons.

The Taoist once said that the great virtuous master of Zhangjiabao had been enlightened by the immortals and had the ability to subdue dragons and tigers, call the wind and rain, drive away diseases and disasters, and cure plagues and avoid epidemics.

Think about it, since Zhangjiabao can control the wind and rain, how could it be possible for it to suffer from floods?
There must be food there, and they will definitely take us in."

At the end of his speech, a light seemed to light up in the man's dark eyes, and it was clear that he regarded Zhangjiabao as the last hope in his life.

Only those who are in deep despair will yearn for hope like this.

Last year, the Fuyang River flooded, causing 50% of the wheat fields in Pingxiang County to fail to produce any harvest. As a result, the imperial court's disaster relief silver and grain were divided up by the central government and county officials before they were even distributed to the county level.

After the flood, a plague broke out in late summer. Thousands of people died of the disease in Pingxiang County within a few months, and every family wore mourning clothes.

Before the people of Guizhou could recover from the series of natural disasters, man-made disasters struck this place again this year.

Two months ago, the witch from the Fuyang River Temple suddenly announced to the whole county that the reason the Fuyang River was flooding was because the people in the county disrespected the gods, which made the river gods angry.

She persuaded the local county magistrate and several powerful people, and then, under the pretext of buying property for the river god, she began to seize the land and houses of families that had been wiped out by the plague.

In the end, the witch who was pushed to the forefront only got less than 10% of the assets, and the rest fell into the hands of the powerful and the county magistrate.

After such a sumptuous feast, these people were still greedy and asked all the people in the county to pay money for sacrifice to the gods, begging the river gods to forgive their previous sins of disrespect. Families that did not pay enough money had to sacrifice their young boys and girls to the river as sacrifices to the gods.

This man's family had no money and he couldn't bear to leave his two children, so he was forced to leave his hometown.

This damn world really makes it impossible for ordinary people to survive.

Gulu Gulu——

Suddenly, there was a sound of rolling wheels on the official road behind me.

The family of five turned their heads and found that a team of ox carts were slowly approaching from behind.

They quickly hid by the side of the road, fearing that they would be hit by the ox cart.

The lives of the common people are worthless. It doesn't matter if they are killed in a car accident, but if they damage the ox cart of a nobleman, their whole family will suffer.

Unexpectedly, the convoy stopped when it reached them.

In the most luxuriously decorated oxcart, a white hand lifted a corner of the curtain, and a questioning voice came from the dim carriage.

"Escape to Zhangjiabao?"

The man nodded and bowed quickly, saying, "Hello, sir. My family is going to Zhangjiabao."

"It's just on our way, and the last bus is empty. You can take it."

After that, the curtain was lowered. Outside the car, the man's family kowtowed in gratitude, but the owner of the hand did not respond. He just turned his head and said to the middle-aged man lying in the car.

"Father, I've taken that family with me as you instructed."

The middle-aged man had a haggard face and was so thin that his bones were visible. He seemed to be afraid of the cold, so he covered himself with three layers of thick quilts and had a small charcoal stove at his feet.

He coughed lightly a few times, opened his mouth with great difficulty, and spoke incoherently.

"Okay, okay, Zhang Shou has always had a good reputation. As long as there are poor people with nowhere else to go, they will definitely find a way out under his command.

Since we have come here to ask for medicine, we naturally have to show some compassion to the common people.

Taking a few people with us is just a small favor, but if it can make Zhang Shou feel a little better about us, it will be worth it."

"My father is thoughtful and knowledgeable about human nature. I'll take note of this."

Seeing the middle-aged man shivering from the cold, the maid who was kneeling beside him quickly covered him with a blanket.

After saying this, the middle-aged man lay there gasping for breath for a long time before he sighed softly.

"Last year, Zhang Shou suppressed a critical plague with the help of talismans and elixirs, earning him a great reputation.

Nowadays, many powerful people in the county come to him for medical treatment and alchemy, and he has cured many people's long-standing diseases.

Although I know that the so-called talisman water and elixir are probably just misleading names he gave to the herbs, this man is not a god.

But his medical skills are real, I just hope he can treat my strange disease.

It's a pity that in order to buy an official position for your brother, our family can't raise the medical fee of 200,000 coins.

I can only let Zhang Shou treat me first. If he can't cure me, everything will be over and he will naturally refuse to pay the medical fee.

If by some chance it can be cured, a gentleman can deceive him with a prescription, so I will find another excuse to delay the payment."

As he spoke, he fell into a sleep quite exhausted.

The young man at the side wiped his father's sweat with a handkerchief and said.

"Father, you dragged your sick body to seek medical treatment in person, which has aggravated your condition.

If that Zhang Shou is just a fraud, I will chop off his head to atone for my sin."

……

"It's fine if you don't want to pay for medical treatment, but if you can't cure the disease, you want to take my head as atonement?"

Zhangjiabao, dozens of miles away.

Chen Sheng stretched out his finger and touched the copper basin in front of him. The images of father and son projected in the water were immediately shattered by ripples and disappeared.

What he just performed was a new Taoist technique he had recently learned - [Water Mirror Technique].

This technique is good at detecting surrounding information, and can capture the scenery within a radius of dozens of miles into the water, making it as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand.

It can even cast spells from a distance, and cooperate with other Taoist magic to achieve long-range Taoist effects such as thunderbolts, fire falling from the sky, and curses.

After being promoted to a high level, one can see from heaven and hear from earth, as if a ghost is descending, the sun and the moon are always in the east, the mountains and rivers are blessed forever, blessings are bestowed on all four seasons, and thunders suppress the vast wilderness. It is a rare skill to protect one's life.

Chen Sheng sneered in his heart when he heard this news the first time he used the door after building it.

"Freeloader? Beheading?

Do I look like such a weakling?"

(End of this chapter)