Zhao Qianci carried his things and skipped out of the examiners' room, his heart pounding wildly.

He genuinely didn't show any indifference.

If this goes wrong, I'll lose my scholar status. I'm even more worried about the consequences for my children and grandchildren.

That's why he took the things out of the basket to "bribe" the officials before leaving.

Even though it was leftovers, it was all good stuff. I guarantee they'd want more after they'd eaten one.

The only problem was the apples; they were all from the granddaughter's stockpile. Fortunately, they weren't too big, but they were much sweeter than the fruits from the Divine Dragon Kingdom.

Zhao Qianci muttered to himself as he walked slowly. Wu Heping, who was walking ahead, stopped and waited for Zhao Qianci.

Zhao Qianci looked up and saw the other child waiting for him, so he quickly ran after him with his things.

The examiners found it quite amusing to see the bags and packages that Zhao Qianci had placed on the table.

Lord Liu was more astute; he stood up, picked up a bag at random, and opened it.

"This should be the cake that Zhao Qianci mentioned, made with milk and honey. It smells pretty good."

What kind of fruit is this? Its color is quite festive. What's this fruit called? He didn't seem to say, did he?

It looks like it should taste good, and it's cleaned really well. Shall we try it?

As he spoke, his gaze swept toward the university professor.

Well, they weren't afraid of being poisoned, and no one complained that the food was leftovers from the test takers. They were just stuck in the test dorm, and the food they ate wasn't much better than what the other test takers were eating.

The items were divided up in an instant.

"Hmm, this cake tastes really good. It's delicious, sweet and tasty, much better than those hard and dry pastries."

This fruit is delicious, it's so sweet, it tastes like it's been mixed with sugar.

While eating, Lord Liu commented, "It's a pity there's not enough." He voiced everyone's thoughts.

Zhao Qianci initially thought that Wu Heping standing there waiting for him meant that they had made up.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the young man glaring at him.

"Don't think I'll forgive you. I fainted because of you, and you even slapped me just now."

Hmph, I'll let it go since you're older than me.

And what were you doing staying behind just now?

Zhao Qianci smiled to himself, thinking, "This kid is actually quite gossipy."

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to know? You think I'll tell you just because you want to know? Humph!"

This time, it was Wu Heping's turn to follow Zhao Qianci around.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the examination hall, I placed the examination basket on a bench.

Zhao Qianci took out an apple and a bag of cakes from the exam basket.

"Here, this is for you. The rest were given to the adults inside. This is what I just distributed."

"Try it, it's the only one of its kind in my family, you can't buy it even if you want to."

When I'm in a bad mood, I eat some sweets.

Wu Heping held the object as if he were wondering if it was poisoned.

Zhao Qianci was furious. "If you're not going to eat it, give it to me. This old man hasn't had enough yet."

Wu Heping, clutching his things, stepped back, opened the bag of apples, and started crunching them down. "So sweet."

In this way, Zhao Qianci eliminated an enemy without even realizing it.

The Huang family and others in the inn were standing on the second-floor railing, listening to the endless chatter of the people below.

"Hey, this is something new! We people from Lingnan have been eating field mice for years without any problems, especially the three-squeak ones, they're so crunchy and delicious."

Our prefect suddenly posted a notice at the yamen gate today.

They said it was some kind of post-disaster prevention guideline, and the first point was to kill rats, but we couldn't eat them.

Those caught were all sent to the city gate and burned in a unified manner.

Also, make sure to keep the grain bags at home safe; don't eat grain that has been gnawed by mice.

Which of us ordinary folks hasn't had a few rats in our homes? Don't you all agree?

If the grain isn't bagged, where is it stored? Is it all put in jars?

How much does that big water tank cost? I wonder if the person selling it got incredibly lucky?

This time we're sure to make a fortune..."

After listening to the discussion downstairs, the three members of the Huang family returned to their room.

"Grandma, when are you going to send that house about treating the plague to Lord Duan?" Zhao Qingyan asked.

Huang shook her head and looked at Yunyou.

Yunyou tapped his fingers on the table.

"Girl, do you have any straw hats or anything like that? I can have one. It doesn't seem right for me to be a monk who has returned to secular life."

Yunyou said. Zhao Qingyan understood what Yunyou meant; he wanted to dress up and make herself more mysterious to gain people's trust.

He quickly rummaged through his belongings. Fortunately, he had placed the monk's robe in Zhao Qingyan's spatial storage before leaving.

Having changed his clothes and taken the document proving his identity, he wandered out of the window.

Yes, that's right, he went out the window; he flew out of the window.

He didn't want the other people in the inn to know that he was a monk.

If a monk drinks alcohol and eats meat, isn't that a fake monk?

When Yunyou stood before Prefect Duan, Prefect Duan was excited.

Everyone knows that the wandering master of Baima Temple is a living deity.

No one knows his age; he has white hair but a youthful face, and his Buddhist teachings are boundless.

"May I ask what brings you here, Master?" Lord Duan asked with utmost caution.

Yunyou handed a stack of papers to Lord Duan, saying, "These are prescriptions for treating and preventing the plague."

That was so concise and to the point, not a single word more was said. Lord Duan was even more excited and almost fainted.

He knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Master."

Just as he was about to get up and say something more, Yunyou had already used his lightness skill to leave the house, and in the blink of an eye, he had flown onto the roof and disappeared.

Lord Duan, who had run out following the gaze, knelt down and kowtowed again, exclaiming, "Truly a living god!"

Lord Duan muttered to himself, still clutching the stack of papers in his hand, gazing at the sky.

The clerk who had run out stood beside Lord Duan, "Sir, this prescription..."

Lord Duan unfolded the papers and read them one by one, his heart filled with joy.

Quickly summon the doctors in the city to discuss the prescription.

Fortunately, there is now a sufficient supply of medicinal materials, and the patients in Zhengjia Village outside the city who were discovered earlier can also be treated according to the prescription.

Zheng Youcai, the white rat from Zhengjia Village... a lucky guy, he didn't die.

It must be said that Lord Duan was truly a good official.

Having obtained the treatment formula, we immediately began treatment and prevention.

What should have been a major epidemic was wiped out without a trace.

If the officials were even slightly unscrupulous, they would surely wait until the epidemic broke out, let a few people die first, and then come out with a prescription.

Only by effectively addressing the pandemic can one add a glorious chapter to their performance evaluation, making promotion and wealth a certainty.