Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

  Chapter 127 127. Survival from Desperation

  A dense forest.

  Wan Zhilin couldn't believe it after hearing the report from his subordinates, "Ten killers, the whole army was wiped out?!"

  The subordinate buried his head low, "Yes, master."

  Wan Zhilin took a few deep breaths to calm down his shock and anger, "What's the level of those ten killers?"

  The subordinates clenched their hands tightly, "Class A!"

  Wan Zhilin’s killers are divided into five grades according to their strength, A, B, C, D, E. Grade A is the highest level of martial arts, and Grade E is the lowest.

  Generally, ten such first-class killers would be dispatched to kill third-rank generals.

  Wan Zhilin's face was distorted, "What is Chu Qingzhi's identity?"

  The subordinate replied tremblingly, "She is a peasant girl."

   "Nong girl?" Wan Zhilin was about to laugh angrily, "I seem to be fooled? Can she, a peasant girl, kill ten first-class killers silently?"

  The subordinate said firmly, "Master, I have thoroughly investigated her identity, and it is absolutely true. The subordinates dare not fool me. Even if the master killed me, I will say the same."

  Wan Zhilin drank in a low voice, "Check again." He didn't believe that Chu Qingzhi was a simple peasant girl!

  The subordinate replied, "Yes, master."

  Wan Zhilin gritted his teeth and became irritable, "One Tang Jinghong is difficult enough to deal with, another Chu Qingzhi..."

  …

   At night, the bright moon is in the sky.

  Zhan Hongjun, who hurried back to Beijing from the southern border, changed direction and came to the northwest after hearing about the refugee outbreak.

  At this time, a young man with delicate skin was hiding in a big tree, watching the refugees in front of him with a pair of clear eyes.

   There are at least 50,000 to 60,000 of these refugees. This location is already some distance from the northwest. Why are they here?

  Zhan Hongjun's mind was full of doubts.

   I don’t know which general the imperial court sent to deal with this matter. I hope they send a reliable one, otherwise these refugees are probably in bad luck.

  In history, there have been many outbreaks of refugees like this, and the final solution is basically to be ordered to kill them secretly.

  Thinking of this, he took out a pen and paper and wrote the situation here in a letter, then went to the post station, revealed his identity, and asked them to send the letter to Tang Jinghong as soon as possible.

  In his mind, Tang Jinghong was more reliable than Daling as a whole.

   It’s not that the other generals are not good, but that they are not smart enough to deal with people’s livelihood issues, they are very clumsy. These refugees are very pitiful, try to save their lives.

  Zhan Hongjun walked out of the post station, changed into a tattered attire, returned to the refugee gathering place, and found an opportunity to blend in.

  He has to find out some information. It is obviously abnormal for these refugees to gather here, and there must be something wrong.

  …

  Although Tang Jinghong and Chu Qingzhi kept the epidemic situation under wraps, for some reason, the news spread like wildfire.

  At this time, people outside the city were panicking.

  A young woman looked at Chu Qingzhi and asked with white lips, "Miss Qingzhi, are we really suffering from the plague?"

  The matter has come to this point, there is no need to hide it anymore, Chu Qingzhi nodded, "Yes."

  The young woman fell to the ground, tears rolled down her eyes immediately, she choked up, "Plague? Then my child, my husband..."

  Chu Qingzhi squatted down and said in relief, "Trust me, I will find a way to heal you."

  The young woman's eyes were full of despair, she said blankly, "This is a plague, how can it be cured?"

  Chu Qingzhi lowered her voice, "I can find water, and naturally I can also find a way to heal you. Give me some time, okay?"

  The young woman saw the reassurance and firmness in Chu Qingzhi's eyes, and nodded slowly, "Miss Qingzhi, thank you."

  Chu Qingzhi patted the young woman on the shoulder, "The matter is not yet at an impasse, so don't accept your fate so quickly."

  The young woman trembled slightly, hope rekindled in her eyes, "I see."

  Chu Qingzhi smiled slightly, "Take care of your relatives, everything will be fine."

"Um."

  Chu Qingzhi comforted many people one after another.

  Tang Jinghong stared at the light green figure in the crowd with one hand behind his back. At this time, Qing Zhi's body was full of soft light.

  A soldier dismounted and ran over, "General, there is no Artemisia annua in Liaocheng."

  Liaocheng is the closest city to Xucheng.

  Tang Jinghong rubbed his eyebrows, "Continue to search in other cities."

   "Yes, General."

  In the next half day, many soldiers came to report one after another, but only one or two brought back four or five catties of Artemisia annua, and no one else found it.

  Suddenly, Tan Yibin walked towards Tang Jinghong with a terrified expression. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, "General, something serious happened."

   "What's the matter?" Tang Jinghong thought, what could be worse than this?

   There are things worse than this...

  Tan Yibin's voice trembled slightly, "General, there is a plague of locusts in the southwest of this location, and they will fly here in about an hour!"

  Tang Jinghong's heartstrings suddenly tightened, even though he was as calm as him, he couldn't help but feel flustered, "Why, how could this happen?"

  Chu Qingzhi walked over, "Why do you look so ugly?"

   Tang Jinghong frowned, looked at Chu Qingzhi, and said heavily, "Qingzhi, there is a plague of locusts in the southwest."

  Chu Qingzhi was taken aback, "What?" The house leak coincided with continuous rain, which really verified this old saying, but it is not surprising that locust plagues usually accompany drought.

   "Go, go and have a look."

  Tang Jinghong explained to the lieutenant general, and then drove away with Chu Qingzhi.

  On the way, Chu Qingzhi saw Tang Jinghong's sullen and dignified face, and comforted him, "Locusts are edible, and the fried locusts are very crispy and delicious."

   One word awakened the dreamer, Tang Jinghong's eyes flashed brightly, "Good idea."

  But the two didn't expect that there would be even bigger surprises waiting for them...

   Following the direction, the two galloped on fast horses.

   They were on their way, and the locusts were also migrating and flying, so in half an hour, Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong saw the locusts flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun. The scene was spectacular, but it was also shocking.

  Chu Qingzhi raised her hand and grabbed one, "Fortunately, this kind of locust can be eaten."

  Suddenly, Chu Qingzhi smelled a smell.

  She got off her horse, took out the dagger, and cut open the locust's belly.

   Tang Jinghong was puzzled, "Qingzhi, why did you cut open its stomach?"

  Chu Qingzhi carefully identified the contents of the locust's belly, and then she caught a dozen more to study, "Jing Hong, everything is settled."

  Tang Jinghong is really very smart, he understood what Chu Qingzhi meant, "Have locusts eaten Artemisia annua?"

Chu Qingzhi raised a smiling face, "Smart." She stood up, "Jing Hong, let's go back immediately, make some mist, wait for them to fly over, stun them, the refugees will eat the locusts, and the disease will be cured gone."

  Tang Jinghong embraced Qing Zhi excitedly, "Fu Xing, Qing Zhi, you are Da Ling's lucky star."

  Chu Qingzhi smiled, "Wait until the matter is settled before hugging, time is running out."

  Tang Jinghong let go of the girl in his arms, and his heart was agitated. Qing Zhi was so powerful that he even sighed to himself.

  The two hurried back to the camp and called the soldiers into action.

  (end of this chapter)