Chapter 135: The Plague

You know, Little Tyrant used to be a tyrant in the village, hated by everyone, but now he's changed his ways, which makes everyone secretly envious.

Yuan Siyin had barely taken two sips of water when several women rushed over, crying and wailing, and almost instantly surrounded Jin Cancan, pulling him around and looking him up and down.

"We're finally back! Thank God! Thank God!"

"Why are you running around all by yourself? Do you know how long your father has been looking for you?"

"Are you hungry? Have you suffered? What do you want to eat? Third Aunt will make it for you!"

Faced with such a fierce attack, Jin Cancan bravely shrank behind Yuan Siyin and refused to come out.

Yuan Siyin remained silent, quietly drinking her tea and observing her surroundings while tossing the golden tea aside.

Based on what we've seen so far, there are at least a hundred people in the village, which is quite a large area.

Would you say she raided a bandit's den?

The youngest-looking woman's eyes lit up when she saw Yuan Siyin. She stepped forward and took her hand, saying, "This must be our benefactor. I've heard from the chief that if it weren't for you, who knows what would have happened to Cancan."

Yuan Siyin stood up, nodded to her, smiled, and then withdrew her hand: "Madam, you flatter me. May I walk around and take a look?"

"Of course, let alone just take a look, no one would say a word against our benefactor staying here for a long time."

As she spoke, the woman volunteered to lead her around to familiarize herself with the surroundings.

"My benefactor, please don't keep calling me 'Madam,' just call me Third Sister."

"Thank you for leading the way, Third Sister." Yuan Siyin said to her while mentally reviewing the general terrain map of the mountain stronghold.

"Not at all, my benefactor. You're too formal. May I ask where you're from?"

"A man from the capital, who came out for a stroll, unexpectedly saved your son."

Third Sister nodded, her expression filled with envy: "It's true, young master's demeanor is quite different from ours, these rough country folk. Even his speech is first-rate and well-mannered."

Yuan Siyin pursed her lips, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw two masked men carrying a wooden stretcher hurriedly past. The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, but the human figures underneath were clearly visible.

She frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Is it a plague?"

Third Sister was clearly taken aback, then took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to her, covering her own mouth and nose: "Yes, the northern border is in turmoil. A few days ago, many refugees came to Qingfeng Village to seek refuge. I don't know who has contracted the disease, but now there are more and more people coughing in the village."

As she spoke, she sighed with worry: "My benefactor, please cover your mouth and nose. Your health is precious, unlike the big, burly men in the village."

This place is unlucky; we'd better leave quickly.

Yuan Siyin nodded, but then she saw Jin Dazhuang coming from the front. As he walked, he turned his head and talked to the people beside him. His expression was also very serious.

"Boss, that person just now..."

Third Sister hurried forward, about to ask what was going on, when Jin Dazhuang shouted at her, "What are you doing here!"

Seeing that the chief's tone was not good, the man standing to the side quickly explained, "Third Sister, don't take it to heart. The chief is just worried that Third Sister has passed away from her illness. He doesn't mean anything else."

Moreover, it's inappropriate to bring guests from the village along.

Jin Dazhuang's expression softened, and he nodded gently: "Yes, I told you not to come to the back mountain, your health is not good to begin with."

Third Sister was a little unhappy: "It was just passing by, why is it so serious?"