Rebirth of Business Domination of the Two Worlds

Chapter 151 Cause and Effect
Mo Mo jumped onto a stone platform, glanced at the frustrated villagers, and shouted: "Uncles, this plague is not terminally ill, so don't worry too much, take medicine according to my method, go back and have a good rest, wait It will be fine in a day or two. From now on, everyone should not drink unboiled water, it must be boiled before drinking, and you must pay attention to personal hygiene, and the rotten meat must be cleaned up in time."

"Mo, Master Mo, is it true?" A villager in the crowd sneezed a few times and his nose was full of runny nose. He felt that the disease was killing him. If someone really saved him, he would do anything .

Living on the edge of the twilight forest, death is not very scary to them, it just feels too useless to die.

When the other villagers heard Mo Mo's words, the scene suddenly became noisy. They asked Mo Mo if it was true. They didn't believe what a child said.But his mysterious identity and the great changes he brought to Qingyuan Village made them hold on to a glimmer of hope.

Instead of being sick and dying, it's better to be healed as a dead horse, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

Mo Mo told the villagers some things to pay attention to, and asked them to line up with bowls of ginger soup and give them medicine according to the severity of their illness.Those who couldn't be there in person, he came to feed them medicine and drink in person.

After a busy day, he finally finished feeding the sick villagers.

The next morning, Shi Wu told Mo Mo that the condition of the villagers had improved, some of them were in good health, and those with milder conditions had already recovered. The cloud that had been hanging over the villagers of Qingyuan Village gradually dissipated.

Mo Mo asked people to calcine limestone and make slaked lime powder. In the afternoon, most of the villagers recovered from their illnesses, and the village also sprayed slaked lime powder for disinfection.

On the morning of the third day, all the villagers who were affected by the plague in the village recovered from the disease, and only a few people were seriously ill. It must be better in a day or two, and Qingyuan Village will return to its former vitality.

The whole village is grateful to Mo Mo, and there is nothing in return. Some villagers even found him and knelt down to thank him.

On this day, the villagers of Huamu Village also knew about the situation in Qingyuan Village. Hundreds of villagers came to Qingyuan Village and stood at the gate calling for help.

The village head, Gong Boshu, found Shi Wu himself, and said with extreme grief: "Village head Shi, please save our village. This plague has killed 30 people in our village. If we don't save them, half of the people in the village will die."

"I can't save you guys. I don't have the magic medicine. I don't know if Mo Mo is willing to save you." Shi Wu sighed. Sympathy is one thing, but the magic medicine is not his, and he is also very concerned. Reluctantly, she turned to look at Mo Mo at the side to see what he thought.

Following Shi Wu's gaze, Gong Boshu looked up at the little boy next to him. He had also inquired about some news. The big changes in Qingyuan Village were all thanks to the help of the little boy in front of him. I heard that he came from a mysterious big family.

Gong Boshu didn't hesitate much, turned to Mo Mo and kowtowed, and asked respectfully: "Master Mo, I beg you to save our village. Please tell me what you need to pay."

Mo Mo frowned thoughtfully, sighed, and said, "It takes a lot to make the magic medicine, and our family can't afford it.

How about this, God has the virtue of loving life, and humans have a heart of compassion, maybe our meeting is fate, destiny, I save others, you don't need to pay anything, you owe me a favor. "

"Yes, yes, Young Master Mo is the lifesaver of our village, and he has made great deeds. I believe that the rescued people are grateful to Young Master Mo." Gong Boshu cried with joy when he heard Mo Mo's promise to save people. He didn't know what those words were Meaning, now that Huamu Village has hope, nothing else matters.

"Okay, I'll apply the medicine myself." Mo Mo waved his hand and asked several villagers to go with him, bringing slaked lime powder along the way.

Shi Wu hesitated, and took a few members of the Flying Tigers with him.

Gong Boshu returned to the entrance of Qingyuan Village, pointed to Mo Mo on his side, and shouted to the villagers of Huamu Village who were still anxiously waiting for news: "Villagers, we have hope. Young Master Mo promised to treat everyone with the magic medicine." .”

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers of Huamu Village burst into cheers of joy, unable to restrain their inner excitement, and burst into tears.

"Master Mo, please accept my worship!"

"You can't repay the kindness of saving your life. You just need to tell Young Master Mo if you have anything to do in the future."

Mo Mo watched the hundreds of people kneeling and thanking him one after another, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart. These are honest and simple farmers.

Mo Mo was silent for a while. There are too many people here, the medicine is not ready, and the treatment is inconvenient. It is better to go back to Huamu Village first, explain to Gong Boshu, and ask him to go back and prepare a few barrels of boiled water.

Half an hour later, Mo Mo and others came to Huamu Village.

The condition of Huamu Village is not as good as Mo Mo imagined. The villagers who suffered from the plague were treated three days later than Qingyuan Village, and their condition is more serious. Now they are devastated at a glance. , had no hope for life, until Gong Boshu told the villagers about the situation, and the villagers had the hope of living after they told each other, and they came to the village entrance one after another, waiting for treatment.

Mo Mo replicated what he did in Qingyuan Village in Huamu Village, and he was busy with the treatment in the afternoon, and even brought some people back from the brink of death.

A few days later, Huamu Village returned to its original vivid appearance. The villagers who had been healed went to kneel down in front of Mo Mo to express their gratitude. Mo Mo couldn't stop the crowd, so he had no choice but to accept their kindness.

The plague quickly subsided.

The communication relationship between the villagers of the two villages has also improved. The villagers of Huamu Village are also more polite to the villagers of Qingyuan Village, not to mention Mo Mo, they respect him like a god, which is unexpected by Mo Mo.

After tracing the root cause, Momo is also responsible for this plague.With the production of compound bows, the Flying Tigers hunted too many wild animals. The villagers did not pay attention to the climate, which caused meat to rot, and bacteria multiplied and infected, causing plague.

A small change in weapons, like a butterfly effect, drives a huge chain reaction between the two villages. There is a cause and fate, and the result is inevitable. Mo Mo inherits the cause and fate. If the result is not dealt with, the two villages will be a disaster.

The villagers in Qingyuan Village respected him, and Mo Mo suddenly accepted that maybe a series of causes and future consequences would start, he didn't know.

After resting for several days, the 75 children brought back from Qingzhou City were transferred to Caigu, accompanied by several women who helped cook.

Mo Mo no longer hides the colorful valley from the people of Qingyuan Village. The colorful valley needs a large population, and there will always be a day when it will be exposed, so it cannot be hidden forever.As long as the control personnel enter and exit, remind the personnel in the valley to prohibit exposure to outsiders, and not to enter and exit at will.

"Uncle Wu, that group of children, as long as their talent is moderate or above, we will give them medicinal baths with good wild medicine, and let the people in the reserve team teach them cultural knowledge. 75 children are still a bit small. I hope that in a year, we can Received a thousand children who had no one to rely on." Mo Mo and Shi Wu sat facing each other, discussing matters together.

"Little Mo, can we support 1000 people? Besides, it's not easy to manage if there are too many people." Shi Wu's expression changed slightly, and he said worriedly.

(End of this chapter)