Three Kingdoms: Becoming Stronger from the Thief Who Cut the Beard

The ward was lit with incense, but even so, Chen Peng could smell a smell of corruption.

Chen Peng, a modern man, naturally knows the story of smallpox cowpox.

This kind of plague, which is revered as a god in this era, can be cured by such a method.

In the ward, Chen Peng had already seen Zhen Yi lying on the bed with an air of gossamer.

This is the family of the Zhen family, otherwise Zhen Yi would have been 'handled' long ago.

Chen Peng, who walked into Zhen Yi, heard footsteps behind him.

After turning around to look, he found that it was Zhen Jiang who was following.

"Aren't you afraid?" Chen Peng looked at Zhen Jiang and asked.

Zhen Jiang smiled lightly, and his brows suddenly became bright: "Young Master is not afraid, Jiang Er is naturally not afraid, if you have any orders, Master and Jiang Er will say it."

Zhen Jiang looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

In this day and age, it is not easy for a woman to have such courage.

In a feudal society, women generally have little independent character.

So women like Zhen Jiang are even more rare.

"it is good."

Chen Peng nodded and came to Zhen Yi's bed.

Although Chen Peng had never seen smallpox in his previous life, it did not prevent him from thinking that Zhen Yi was suffering from smallpox when he first saw it.

"I need some tools, you can get someone to deliver them, and then we can start." Chen Peng turned around and said to Zhen Jiang.

Zhen Jiang, who took off his white fox fur cloak, revealed a curvy figure, and Chen Peng couldn't help but be stunned.

Seemingly sensing Chen Peng's gaze, Zhen Jiang's face turned slightly red.

"Okay son, Jiang Er will do it now."

After a while, Chen Peng brought everything he wanted.

After taking some virus samples with the tools in his hands, Chen Peng walked towards the cows outside.

Zhen Jiang always followed behind Chen Peng like a little nurse.

Seeing that Chen Peng was spitting the liquid from his father on the cow, Zhen Jiang tilted his head curiously.

"Why is this, son?" Zhen Jiang asked curiously.

"It's called breeding a virus, smallpox... It's not that the sores are difficult to cure with drugs alone. You need to develop another strain of the virus called cowpox, and then send it back to the patients with the sores. , the sore will heal naturally." Chen Peng said while busy.

Zhen Jiang thought for a while, but didn't understand what Chen Peng meant.

However, this did not prevent her from having a trace of admiration for Chen Peng in her heart.

"Young master is amazing, you know a lot!" Zhen Jiang looked at Chen Peng with a grin.

Even though Zhen Jiang is calm, she is still a girl after all.

Lively and curious about everything, she happened to meet a Chen Peng who played cards unreasonably.

One can imagine what kind of sparks can be collided.

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Chapter 020, There are always villains who are not afraid of death! (New book for flowers [6/7])

Chapter 020, There are always villains who are not afraid of death! (New book for flowers [6/7])

In order to avoid going out and infecting others, Chen Peng and Zhen Jiang could only live in a small courtyard.

Boys and girls are like firewood and fire.

Zhen Jiang, who seldom talked to men since she was a child, thought that she was living in a courtyard with Chen Peng at this time, and her face became hot as she lay on the soft collapse.

In addition, the charcoal fire in the house was very hot at this time, and Zhen Jiang, who got up from the soft collapse, pushed open the rear window of his house.

After opening the rear window, a cool air poured in from the outside, Zhen Jiang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, immediately dispelling the heat in his heart.

Just lying on the back window, Zhen Jiang, who was about to take a look at the sky and moonlight, heard a voice from another room not far from her.

It sounds like singing.

Zhen Jiang pricked up his ears and stretched his body out, listening carefully.

"Legacy Moon."

"Yi Ren is haggard."

"I raised my glass and drank the wind and snow."

"Who knocked over the cabinet in the past life?"

"Making dust right and wrong."

There was a little hoarseness in the voice, and it seemed to be filled with endless loneliness. Zhen Jiang couldn't help but lose his mind after hearing it.

At this time, the moonlight outside hung high, just like the crescent crescent in Chen Peng's singing.