Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

Chapter 154
Liu Qingcao took the initiative to help in the kitchen. With two hundred catties of rice and hundreds of patients, one cook couldn't handle it.

"Ma'am, add more water to this rice, otherwise it won't be enough."

After Liu Qingcao finished speaking, she picked up the water ladle and poured another six ladles of water into the two pots. While the cook was not paying attention, she quietly poured a ladle of spiritual spring water into the pot.

"It smells so good~ I've never smelled such a fragrant rice porridge."

The cook lifted the lid of the pot, and the mist of the porridge in the pot rose and scattered, and the aroma of rice came out, refreshing.

Liu Qingcao pretended to know the fragrance of the porridge for the first time, and marveled along with the cook.

"It smells so good, my mouth is watering."

"Yes, yes, where did Master Xia get the rice, it's so tempting."

The cook took a deep breath of the rice fragrance in the air, and the saliva filled the whole mouth, making people swallow continuously.

"It's very fragrant. Let's quickly put it in a bucket and let the chief of the yamen take it away, so we can cook a pot."

Liu Qingcao looked at the soft and rotten rice, no longer delay, and reminded the cook.

The cook hurriedly regained her composure, poured all the porridge in the pot into the bucket, and then went to find the head of the yamen.

"You continue to cook, don't stop until Master Xia tells you to stop."

"Yes, Chief Wuya." The cook nodded, rolled up her sleeves and started to work again.

Wu Hu and the yamen servant went looking for Xia Gengcai with a bucket of porridge in each hand.

"It smells so good!"

Before Wu Hu came out, Xia Gengcai could smell the fragrance of the air from a distance, wisps of it were fragrant.

"Master Xia, the porridge is ready, should I give it to them now?"

Wu Hu also felt that the rice porridge was extraordinarily fragrant, and he could imagine the sweet and smooth taste just by smelling it.

"Go get a bowl and let them cool down quickly."

Xia Gengcai believed in what Liu Qingcao said when he smelled the fragrance.

Wu Hu brought four bowls, and beat the porridge into the bowls with a wooden spoon. The soup and rice were even, half of each.

The temperature is low in winter, and after a while, the porridge in the bowl has become warm.

"Quick, give them a drink and see the effect."

Xia Gengcai touched the wall of the bowl and ordered several people to feed porridge to the patient.

While the four of them waited for a pot of porridge, they became even more sluggish, and they didn't even have the strength to open their eyes. If it wasn't for the hot and red body and the "huhu" sound coming from their throats, they probably thought that these people had gone.

"Come on, cheer up and have a drink." Wu Hu straightened a middle-aged man, shook him gently, saw him squinting his eyes, looked at him weakly, and spoke in a low voice.

The middle-aged man stared dazedly at a figure swaying in front of his eyes, who seemed to be holding a bowl in his hand, and subconsciously opened his mouth.

Seeing him open his mouth, Wu Hu brought the bowl closer, letting him drink porridge and water against the edge of the bowl.

The middle-aged man felt uncomfortable in his lungs and his mouth was dry. When he smelled the aroma of this bowl of gruel, he swallowed instinctively.

After eating a bowl, he could clearly feel the burning sensation in his lungs, and even the high fever in his body gradually subsided.

Xia Gengcai and Wu Hu stared at these people closely, holding their breath, not daring to miss a moment.

The rest of the yamen waited quietly after feeding the porridge.

After the middle-aged man drank the porridge, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body. He took a deep breath, sat up straight, with a smile on his lips, and looked at Xia Gengcai and the others with spirit in his eyes.

"Thank you, sir."

The middle-aged man regained his composure, knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed his head to the ground.

Xia Gengcai's eyes widened, and he stared in disbelief at the three people who knelt down on the ground again.

"Thank you for saving your life."

"Thank you for saving my life, my lord."

"Many, thank you, sir."

The impact was too great, and he was stunned for a while before he could barely react.

"Get up, get up." Xia Gengcai was so excited that he couldn't straighten his tongue. When the four of them got up from the ground, he calmed down and paused.

"How are you feeling now?"

"My lord, Xiaomin feels much better. Although his throat is still a little uncomfortable, it is not as uncomfortable as before."

The middle-aged man carefully felt the changes in his body and replied truthfully.

"My lord, Xiaomin's body is much lighter, and his eyes are not so blurred."

The old woman bent down, a little afraid of the person in front of her, but she still answered Xia Gengcai.

Xia Gengcai nodded happily, his smile gradually widened, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked at the child beside him like a mirror. He was only four or five years old, standing stiffly and scared, but his watery eyes were full of curiosity. Looking around.

"Wu Hu, arrange everyone in the town's yamen to go outside to save people." Xia Gengcai turned his head, his voice was loud and eager, and he ordered to look at Wu Hu with clear eyes.

"Yes, Master Xia."

Wu Hu took the order and stepped forward, Xia Geng thought of something and stopped him again.

"Wait a minute, this porridge is still cooking, tell the people outside not to rush, don't rush, give the porridge to the serious patients first, and wait for the later ones to come out if the symptoms are mild."

"If someone doesn't listen, they will be dealt with according to the town's law."

"Yes, the subordinate understands, master rest assured."

Wu Hu nodded heavily, and strode away with gruel.

After Wu Hu left, Xia Gengcai sent back the trembling and fortunate four people in front of him.

Thinking of the power of this medicine valley, Xia Gengcai's mind suddenly flashed the gloomy figure of Wan Huaimin.

"I have to get a bowl for Li Zhengya."

After Xia Geng finished speaking, he immediately walked towards the kitchen. When he reached the door, he stopped again and didn't go in.

Liu Qingcao turned her back to the door, and didn't notice Xia Gengcai who had been lingering at the door for a long time, but after the cook turned on the fire, she looked up and saw him.

"Master Xia, we have to wait for this porridge."

The cook thought Xia Geng was here to urge the porridge, and her tone was a little flustered.

Liu Qingcao turned her head when she heard the sound, and stepped forward to explain for the cook with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Master Xia, it takes time to cook the rice, so don't worry."

"I'm not here to urge you, it'll be done in a while, tell me, and I'll send a bowl to Wan Lizheng." Xia Gengcai added after a pause.

"Well, I ordered someone to try it just now, and your Medicine Valley is really powerful."

"As long as it's useful, if it's useless, I still feel sorry for my white money."

Liu Qingcao smiled, if this pot of two scoops of spiritual spring water would be useless, she herself wondered if there was something wrong with the spiritual spring water.

……

Outside the town yamen, Wu Hu led people, took bowls, and quickly tidied up the noisy and chaotic crowd.

The common people didn't know why, but they were afraid of the Yamen in their hearts, and told them to obey and do as they said, not daring to have any objections.

When the crowd calmed down, Wu Hu divided the yamen servants into two groups, one group made porridge for the patients in order, and the other group carried porridge buckets through the crowd, looking for seriously ill people.

Soon, four buckets full of gruel were sent out spoon by spoonful. The mental state of the patients who drank the gruel changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Alright, I'm alright!!" A manly voice rang out from the crowd.

"I seem to feel better, my throat doesn't hurt, and I don't cough anymore."

The old man next to him poked his neck with his hand, and was surprised to find that there was no pain or itching in his throat. After he reacted, he touched his forehead excitedly, and the fever was gone.

"Really, old woman, how are you, are you better?"

The old man turned his head and anxiously asked the old woman nearby.

The old woman nodded with a smile, and let out a long breath.

"It's much better, old man. I said this porridge is so delicious. It turns out that life-saving medicine was added."

The old man and the old woman nodded, knelt on the ground gratefully, knelt in the direction of the town hall, kowtowed three times, got up and left.

"Thank you, Master Li Zheng, for saving your life."

"Thank you, Master Li Zheng, for saving your life."

"Master Lizheng is very kind!"

……

Wu Hu looked at the people kneeling on the ground, and hearing the deafening shouts, he was excited and his eyes flashed with relief.

In the town hall, Xia Gengcai was also shocked by the shouts, he was stunned for two seconds, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, revealing a gentle smile.

For so many years, they have been in town, and they have finally felt the love and affection of the people.

As the master of Qianfeng Town, he is proud and happy for Wan Lizheng.

Although they didn't make this contribution, but after all, it made them experience it, so it was worth it.

(End of this chapter)