A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 846

The villager gripped the saddle nervously, pointing out the direction, and Mr. Mingyan controlled the two horses that he and the villager were riding respectively, and trotted towards that direction.

The direction of the village is very biased. Originally, a small river separated from the big river in the town and flowed through the village, but later the water volume was too large, and the deposited sediment filled the small river, causing the river to flow freely, and water was everywhere. It is hard to tell that this was once a tributary.

The villagers took Ming Yanjun along a section of dirt road and then a section of waterway. The place they entered was full of muddy depressions. In some places, the dirt road even collapsed, making it very difficult for people to walk.

Now when the two horses pass by, they are always thrilling.

According to the villager, the water flooded the road two days ago, and the current was so fast that it was impossible to walk.The road conditions are pretty good now.

Before I knew it, the sky darkened.

After the villagers led Ming Yanjun through the dirt road and river, they entered a mountain depression.

The river water that spreads everywhere will eventually converge into the mountain depression, and then flow forward.

The horse's hoof stepped on the water, and the water reached the knee of the horse's leg. The flowing water just washed away the heavy mud on the horse's hoof.

Lord Ming Yan looked back and saw this terrain, surrounded by several green hills, forming a valley, which should have been a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

But now after a lot of roaring torrents, all that remains is chaos and depression.

The villagers said: "Our village has to go further, and we haven't finished half of the road yet."

In addition to the difficult mountain road, the road to the town is also very long, otherwise the villager would not have set off early in the morning, and did not meet a person until mid-afternoon.

When it got dark, Mr. Mingyan followed the villagers and continued to walk in the valley, passing through a village. The village had been destroyed to the point where there were no people left, only scattered and crooked houses.

Villagers said that those who were still alive in this village were temporarily relocated to their village.

I don't know how long I walked, but finally I saw a light in front of me.

The villagers were overjoyed and said, "It's almost there, it's almost there."

The reason why the fire is still lit in the village is because the villagers are burning the fire to make medicinal soup.

The medicinal smell drifted along the night wind, and Mr. Mingyan could smell this overwhelming smell when he first arrived in the town, it was dull and depressed mixed with bitterness.

Floods are terrible, but if they are not dealt with in time, there may be more terrible ones in the future.

Many people were drowned in the water, and many animal corpses were rotten. The water source has been polluted; some people are prone to catch cold and get sick. Create a plague.

So no matter when, the medicine cannot be stopped.

Ming Yanjun and the villagers got off their horses, and led the horses along a small path into the village along the approaching light source.

The path is full of mud, one foot deep and one foot shallow, very slippery.

As he walked further, Mr. Ming Yan heard the barking of dogs and sparse human voices, and finally felt a trace of fireworks.

That light was extremely warm to Mr. Ming Yan, perhaps because she knew that the person she was looking for was there.

After entering the village, there were two dogs, one yellow and one black. Perhaps sensing the aura of outsiders, they barked wildly and wagged their tails at the villager walking in front.

The night outside is dark, but the village is warm and bright.

The medicinal soup in the pot was boiling, the fire in the makeshift stove flickered, and the smoke swirled around.

Ming Yanjun couldn't stop looking among the villagers who came and went to bring medicine, and finally found a tall and handsome figure, who was checking the situation of the sick villagers together with other villagers.

The villager who led the way also saw it, quickly pointed to that side, and said, "That's Mr. Qiu, the only doctor in our village is gone, and more than half of the people who fell ill two days ago, if he hadn't stayed to help, I'm afraid Many people in the village couldn't bear it."

As they spoke, the villagers shouted loudly: "Young Master Qiu! Someone is looking for you!"

Qiu Ke heard the shouts, settled the villagers in her hands, and just got up to look back.

However, with just one glance, he was shocked.

Ming Yanjun looked at him fixedly.

He was still alive, and she clearly felt that she had come alive with him.

All the long journeys and sleepless nights, in this moment, have their due response.

In her mind, there was only one voice: great.

Qiu Ke's eyes were full of shock, he never imagined that it would be Mr. Ming Yan brought back by the villagers.

There were mud stains on her clothes and hair, and a little bit of mud splashed on her face. Her eyes were flushed red from not sleeping for some time.

Under the lights, each other looked so cautious, neither of them spoke first.

In an instant, Ming Yanjun's whole body relaxed, she felt her eye sockets kept getting hot, but her eyes couldn't help turning black.

Then she couldn't bear it anymore, and her heavy body fell down.

Qiu Ke quickly rushed to her, and just before she fell down, she wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly.

When he looked down at her face, he saw her red eyes with wet marks dripping from the corners of them.He stretched out his finger in a daze, and poked it into the corner of her eyes, getting his finger wet, and then put it to his lips to taste it.

Salty and bitter.

She actually cried.

Qiu Ke hugged her, lowered her head, rubbed her chin against her temple hair, and murmured distressedly: "I'm fine, why are you crying?"

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Ke noticed that she was very hot all over, and her clothes were still half dry and half wet.

He couldn't help but reached out and touched her forehead, then with a solemn expression, he hugged her away from the place.

Ming Yanjun had a fever, and she didn't know when it started. She endured it for a long time, and when her nerves relaxed, all the exhaustion swept over her immediately, and she couldn't bear it anymore.

Qiu Ke carried her to the cottage where she stayed temporarily for the past two days.

When passing by the villagers, the villagers saw them and couldn't help asking worriedly: "Master Qiu, how is your wife, is there anything wrong?"

Qiu Ke didn't have time to explain, she walked quickly into the room and said, "She's just tired."

After entering the room, Qiu Ke gently put her on the simple bed, then turned around and went out to get the medicine.

There is cold medicine in the pot outside at any time. The village woman who boiled the medicine scooped up a big bowl for Qiu Ke, handed it to Qiu Ke and said: "My lady is cold, Mr. Qiu must be careful at night, if this soup is not enough, I will add more." .”

Qiu Ke was a little embarrassed, and explained: "Ma'am misunderstood, she is not my wife."

The village woman said: "Isn't it your wife? Then she must be a good girl who likes you. Otherwise, any ordinary girl will go all the way. It's a dark and difficult day, and she will come to find you no matter what?"

Qiu Ke said no more, took the medicine and went into the house.

(End of this chapter)