What's so scary about a bunch of old women? The villagers of Huojia Village are strong and healthy, and they have big swords at their disposal. They are afraid of these sickly people who can be blown down by a gust of wind. You must be joking.

If they can't beat these people, they might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill themselves with it.

"Don't listen to their fanning the flames. I can really cure the plague. If you don't want to die, you'd better return to your village and wait for the doctor to treat you."

For these people who were infected with the plague, either there was plague in their own village or they were infected on the road. The most urgent task was to return to the village and then be isolated in a unified and centralized manner so that it would be convenient for treatment.

“Don’t believe her words, she wants you to go back and burn you to death.

Since ancient times, no one has been able to cure the plague; the only way to cure it is to burn the village."

A burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came out and said, his eyes flickered, and it was obvious that he was not a good person.

Many people hesitated, not knowing who to trust.

"Just because others can't cure the plague doesn't mean I can't. You've been preventing them from returning for treatment. What's your intention? Don't you want them to be cured? You have such sinister intentions. Do you think everyone can't see it?"

Gao Zhijun argued with the big man, making him very angry, but he could not find an excuse to refute.

Because he did have a purpose, which was to kill them and steal their cattle, horses, and silver, but he couldn't say it openly.

When the people saw that he was silent, they realized that he just wanted to use them to kill them and then take away their things. He was really a cruel man. Fortunately, they did not help him.

"You, you, are slandering me and framing me?"

The big man who was being scolded was so angry that he scolded back.

"Whether it's slander or not, you know it very well, and the villagers also know it tacitly, because they have sharp eyes."

Gao Zhijun was too lazy to deal with this scoundrel and just wanted to get into the city as soon as possible and settle the villagers.

"Can you really cure the plague?"

A commoner asked Gao Zhijun anxiously.

"Trust me, I can heal you."

Gao Zhijun comforted him and gave him assurance, which was also an assurance to the people.

"Okay, I believe you!"

"I am the village chief of Huangjia Village. I live in Wushui Town. We are waiting for you."

"Villagers of Huangjia Village, follow me back!"

Village chief Huang said this to the villagers of Huangjia Village, and then he took his family and walked back first, followed by the villagers of Huangjia Village.

When the remaining people saw that Village Chief Huang had left, they hesitated for a while, then introduced themselves as the village chief and left with their people.

Only a few ruffians who had been acting sarcastic just now were left. Seeing that no civilians were helping them and looking at such a large lineup, they knew that they could not gain any advantage today, so they had to leave in shame.

After everyone left, Gao Zhijun's team continued to move forward. After about half an hour, they arrived at the gate of the county town.

This is Qingyang County, Qingzhou.

Gao Zhijun and Huo Jinqian arrived at the city gate with their passes, but the soldiers guarding the gate stopped them and said, "Stop! No one is allowed to enter the city!"

"Sir, we are from Liangzhou and are heading to Taizhou. Our Liangzhou prefect asked us to stop by Qingzhou to pay a visit to your prefect. Because it has been raining and the roads are slippery and unsafe, we would like to visit your prefect and stay here for a few days. I wonder if you can make some concessions."

Gao Zhijun brought out Prefect Chu, hoping it would have some effect.

If I tell the gatekeeper that I can cure the plague, I will probably be beaten like a fool.

The ancients would not believe the words of a small person. Only by bringing up a big person could one get what he wanted.

"What is your relationship with the Liangzhou prefect?"

An officer looked at her, wanting to know her relationship with the prefect of Liangzhou.

If they are relatives, you must not offend them.

"We are close friends regardless of age difference, and we have a very good relationship. Otherwise, you wouldn't have allowed me to visit your prefect."

Gao Zhijun deceived the officers and soldiers.

I'm sorry, I took advantage of you, but it happened suddenly, and I'm doing you a favor. I hope you can forgive me. Gao Zhijun silently apologized to Governor Chu in her heart.

Magistrate Chu - When did we become friends regardless of age? Shouldn't we have just met by chance?

Huo Jinqian glanced at Gao Zhijun silently, his eyes filled with indescribable expression. It seemed that his little girl was very good at fooling people and could even come up with such an excuse.

Of course Gao Zhijun knew that Huo Jinqian was looking at her, and she also knew what he was thinking. She forced herself to remain calm and act composed: as long as she wasn't embarrassed, others would be embarrassed.

"Wait here for a moment. I will go and report to the Lord."

The soldier couldn't tell that Gao Zhijun was lying, and thought that she might be on good terms with the prefect of Liangzhou, so he didn't dare to neglect her.

"Sir, go quickly!"

Gao Zhijun said politely.

The official drove an ox cart to the county government office.

At this moment, in the county government office, the county magistrate was looking worried. Many villagers in the county began to feel unwell, and the doctors could not diagnose what was wrong after examining them.

The magistrate of Qingyang County is named Leng, a native of Beijing. He graduated from high school two years ago and was sent here to serve as the county magistrate. As long as he serves for three years, he will be transferred back to Beijing.

Unexpectedly, less than a year later, we encountered a drought, and now there is a flood. What kind of crappy luck does he have? I'm afraid his political achievements this year will be zero.

In fact, County Magistrate Leng and the owner of Renshou Hall are close friends regardless of age difference and good brothers for life and death. He is the legitimate son of the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple.