Chapter 32 Epidemic

Su Changxun stood up, and the couple, who were parents, fell behind.

"How's the situation? Is it getting easier?"

Jun Qiulan nodded: "It's getting better now."

Su Changxun: "Is this the medicine you got?"

Jun Qiulan had already thought of an excuse this time. "I slept for half a day today. I woke up feeling much more relaxed, though still a little tired. So I thought it would be better to take two doses of medicine."

Su Changxun looked at his face. Although it was a little red, he didn't look sick at all.

I had a little doubt in my heart, but it was always a good thing that I was not seriously ill or had no plague.

Su Changxun sighed, "I heard there's a suspected plague spreading in the city, and I was panicking. Since you're alright, just rest at home."

A ripple appeared in Jun Qiulan's heart.

He and Su Changxun had a teacher-student relationship of less than a year. When Su Changxun was demoted, he had just ascended the throne of crown prince. He was still young and had no ability to do anything. He could only secretly ask a eunuch to find a way to send some money to Su Changxun.

He also had no idea whether the money had reached Mr. Su's hands.

We haven't been in touch in the following years.

The friendship between Mr. Su and my father was just a gentleman's friendship at the literary level.

Not very profound.

As soon as he heard that he was sick and that it might be a plague that could be transmitted to humans, Mr. Su came to visit him immediately.

You know, although this plague has not been confirmed, what if it is true? If you get infected, it would be a gamble with your life.

Su Changxun glanced at him and gave another wry smile, "When I was in trouble, I anticipated that things would get bad, so I wrote a letter of divorce in advance and asked my wife to return to her parents' home with the children."

However, he did not expect that the following year after he was exiled, he would receive news that a plague had broken out in his wife's family and the entire family had died.

He is now all alone, and probably when he saw Jun Qiulan's family, he felt a sense of being a fellow wanderer in the world.

Perhaps it was because he had lived in the border town for many years and life was really boring. Seeing this family and the secrets of this family gave him some expectations for life.

It’s hard to explain.

Hearing the word plague again today really makes me feel uneasy.

Even if he had a good brain, he would be helpless when faced with life and death.

Jun Qiulan took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Su, don't worry. I didn't hear any news of the plague when I went out on the streets a few days ago. Perhaps it's just that the climate has changed so much recently, and so many people have been infected with the cold, so people mistakenly think the situation is serious."

Su Changxun nodded, "If that's the case, it's a good thing."

Jun Qiulan bowed and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lao."

Su Changxun waved his hands and breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you're okay."

After a pause, he looked at Jun Yu again: "Brother Yu, can you let me see the book you told me about today?"

Jun Yu wanted to slap himself in the face. He just chatted a little during the hand-to-hand conversation today, talking about some rare books he had read over the years and the current people's livelihood. He inadvertently mentioned the viewpoints he saw in the books his son brought back a few days ago.

It is generally said that the country is the country of the people.

Su Changxun chewed over this sentence silently for a long time.

Afterwards, Su Changxun took him to see the various books he had collected in recent years.

It just so happened that Su Changxun heard from Jun Qiulan that his father had secretly hidden a batch of books with an old friend before he was exiled, and had secretly sent them over recently. Jun Yu had no choice but to say yes.

Su Changxun is also a book lover, so he wondered if he could borrow it.

This is a border town, and there are not many books to see or collect. Most of the books in his current collection were sent to him by caravans from all over the world by his old friends.

It has been a long time since I have seen a book with such novel ideas.

It was just a request to borrow a book, so Jun Yu had no reason to refuse.

More than ten years ago, when he met Su Changxun, they had an intersection because of borrowing books.

Jun Yu was probably really not good at lying. He could only say that these books were already very old, and when an old friend sent them to him, they had gone through some hardships, so the handwriting on some of the books was blurred.

So Jun Yu said that he would hand-copy a few copies and send them over someday to prevent the books from being damaged and unable to be passed down to future generations.

But everyone is already sitting at home.

I just wanted to take a look, what other excuse can I make?

Just say no? I can't let you ruin the incomplete copy?

Now that this has been said, the two families should not contact each other again.

It was a waste of the person's kindness to come and see Jun Qiulan when he heard that she was sick.

When their family was exiled, they couldn't take anything with them. Some books were given to old friends, but they were just gifts to old friends. They didn't have any books at all.

A few days ago, Jun Yu set up a stall in the city and had plenty of time, so he memorized a few books.

But those are all very basic books. You can't give them to Su Changxun to read, right?

It was Jun Qiulan who saw that his father was guilty.

He sighed.

"Sir, if you just want to read books, I can bring some to you another day."

To be frank, they don't have the book.

As for how the book came from, Jun Qiulan didn't intend to explain too much. Mr. Su was too smart. Even if he couldn't expect that he could go to another world with advanced civilization, he should have thought that he might have some adventures.

Maintain a delicate balance. You don't ask and I don't tell. That's fine.

Su Changxun raised his eyebrows, stroked his beard and thought for a moment, "But is it harmful to you?"

He was interested in the puzzle, but had no intention of harming the family.

Jun Qiulan was stunned for a moment, "No."

Su Changxun laughed heartily, "Then I will wait patiently for your good book."

The matter was settled, and Su Changxun did not stay any longer. It was still unclear whether the plague in the city was just a rumor or not.

He also had to go back and ask someone for details. If it was really a plague, he would probably have to make other preparations.

Regarding the plague, it was really a coincidence that it happened today.

Regardless of whether it was just a rumor or not, Jun Qiulan was a little worried. "Dad, please don't go to the city for the next few days."

Jun Yu also nodded. The plague was indeed no joke.

Song Xirong asked again: "Should we tell the villagers?"

There are many people in the village who go to the city to make a living. I hope they are brought back to the village in case it is true.

Jun Qiulan thought about it and wanted to ask his father to go to the village headman's house to tell him, but when he thought of the plague, he said, "I'll go talk to the village headman. Dad and Mom, please don't go out for now."

At a time like this, don't worry about the character of the decadent prince.

It’s not good to let Dad go out and take risks.

At the village head's house.

Ma Xiaohu had just returned and was talking about the suspected plague in the city.

Jun Qiulan went in and said hello.

Ma Zhong was a little surprised. He had hardly seen the deposed prince since Jun Qiulan and the others settled down.

I heard that he stays at home all day and doesn't go out.

What happened today?

Jun Qiulan didn't waste any time: "Uncle Zhong, I also heard about the plague today. Regardless of whether this news is just hearsay or a misunderstanding, the village still needs to make some preparations. Don't let it be confirmed, otherwise we won't even have a chance to save ourselves."

Ma Zhong's expression was also very heavy.

Plague, these two words are enough to make people terrified.

When Ma Zhong was still young, a plague broke out in the border town. The entire village was notified to gather together. When they saw soldiers and doctors coming, they thought they were saved. However, when the doctor confirmed that they were suffering from the plague...

It burned, the whole village burned, and no one escaped, whether infected or not.

The screams almost resounded throughout the entire border town.

Anyone who tried to escape could not escape the swords, spears, and halberds of the officers and soldiers.

Everyone in the village died.

From an observer's perspective, this approach seems to be correct. It is not good to implicate the people of an entire city because of a village, but the reality is too cruel.

"Mr. Jun, do you have any opinions?" After all, he was just a village head, and all his knowledge was only in the border town and in this village.

This deposed prince is from the capital, maybe he can come up with some other solutions?

Before coming here, Jun Qiulan went back to the modern era to look up some information on how to prevent the epidemic and how to isolate.

He didn't keep anyone in suspense and told everyone everything.

"Uncle Zhong, just call me Lan. Please make a decision as soon as possible. If it's a false alarm, we can all just rest at home for a few days. If there really is a plague, it can be controlled in time."

The epidemic prevention methods he brought back were much more advanced than their current ones.

What if someone really gets infected...what will happen to the people in their village?

Thinking of this, Ma Zhong did not delay any longer. He took Ma Xiaohu and several other boys at home to notify everyone door to door.

He wanted to ring the village gong and ask all the villagers to gather at the threshing ground and make a unified announcement, but Jun Qiulan strongly objected.

It is not yet certain whether anyone among them is infected. Gathering together would increase the risk of infection.

Jun Qiulan also sighed. If they lived in another world, spreading news wouldn't be so troublesome. They could just send a message and it would be done.

Then I thought that there were not many literate people in the entire village, and most of them were exiled.

In two or three generations, these descendants who were exiled and can read and write will be accustomed to working in the fields. How many of them will be left to study?

Their status does not allow them to take the imperial examinations.

When they got home, Jun Yu and Song Xirong both looked worried. They had just notified their neighbors, and they had already made preparations.

"I don't know how Wan'er is doing."

Jun Qiulan: "After all, this is the General's Mansion, and the barracks also have epidemic prevention policies. If there is a situation, the General's Mansion will not be without a solution."

It's really too much of a coincidence.

This problem occurred just a few days after I arrived at the General's Mansion.

Jun Qiulan suddenly thought of another problem. If it weren't for various coincidences that forced him to pretend to be sick today, they might not have known about the plague so quickly.

The later you know, the later you risk.

Thinking of this, he felt a wave of fear in his heart.

Maybe he really got some good luck coming here?

"Mom and Dad, I still have some money. I'm going to buy some medicine over there."

But they also knew in their hearts that even if they bought the medicine, they could not tell anyone about it.

They have personally experienced how magical the medicine there is.

When Song Xirong's condition was so serious, she only took medicine for three days. As for Jun Yu's leg injury, he originally just thought that the ibuprofen pills had an analgesic effect, but unexpectedly, he was almost healed after taking it for a few days.

If this medicine gets out, I'm afraid I'll be guilty of possessing a treasure.

However, the cause of the epidemic has not yet been determined, and we are not sure what medicine to buy.

But maybe you can buy some medicine for epidemic prevention.

Song Xirong hesitated to speak.

"Mom, do you want to send some medicine to my little sister?"

Song Xirong nodded.

There's no way not to worry.

Although he had used connections to enter the general's mansion, he was now just a servant. If he was really infected, it would not be easy for him to use medicine.

The medicine from another world is better and easier to hide. When taking it, just two sips of warm water are enough.

Jun Qiulan thought for a moment and said, "Then when I come back from buying the medicine, I'll give it to my younger sister. Mom and Dad won't have to go out."

It is impossible to say that we are not afraid of the plague at all.

I can't let my parents take risks, nor can I let my little sister be alone and frightened in the general's mansion.

Song Xirong continued, "Lan'er, after you buy the medicine and bring it back, it's best not to go out. Let your parents take it home. Although Wan'er is important, Lan'er's safety is also very important."

For parents, both the palms and the backs of their hands are their flesh and blood.

Jun Qiulan smiled, "Mom, don't worry. My son is a lucky man. He won't be infected that easily. Even if something happens, he can still go there for medical treatment."

Jun Yu was silent for a while, "Let Lan'er go."

Jun Qiulan nodded and didn't waste any more time.

I quickly returned to the modern era and checked the basic medicines for epidemic prevention.

There is something called alcohol, which is a good thing. It is not a medicine, but it can disinfect germs.

As for epidemic prevention drugs, there are a lot of them available when you search online. Some of them are prescription drugs and are not convenient to buy, but for the others, Jun Qiulan has appropriately recorded some and plans to buy them from several pharmacies.

Don't let anyone see any clues.

Just before leaving, Jun Qiulan remembered an important question.

He had also come into contact with people there. Although it has not been confirmed whether there is a plague, it is also impossible to determine whether he is carrying the virus.

He just learned about the term virus after looking up information.

He probably couldn't bring any living things here. Did a virus count as a living thing? He wasn't sure.

Although the medical care here is advanced, he can't go out and become a big cancer, right?

He was unwilling to take the risk even if there was a one in ten chance.

Thinking of the self-isolation and observation mentioned on the Internet, he decided not to go out and used a food delivery app for the first time.

I didn't dare buy too much, I only bought two boxes of each medicine, but I bought some more alcohol. In addition, I also bought some masks.

I also ordered takeout.

So many things happened today, and she was so busy that she hadn't had dinner yet. Jun Qiulan felt a pang of hunger in her stomach.

Perhaps it was because he was hungry for too long during his exile, which resulted in his stomach being in poor condition until now.

While waiting for the takeaway, Jun Qiulan started checking the alcohol again.

He had read in a novel before that alcohol could be made at home and could even be used to prevent and treat wound infections.

He had never studied carefully things that he could not use, but now it is different.

The principle is not difficult. Alcohol can be extracted from muddy wine by distillation, and distilled water is also a good thing.

Jun Qiulan quickly wrote down the cooking method, just as the takeaway arrived.

This world is indeed convenient.

Jun Qiulan sighed countless times.

Food and medicine were brought back to ancient times.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to deliver the medicine to my little sister tonight and take a look at the situation in the city."

At this time, it is already very late for the people of Dasheng, but for modern people, the nightlife has just begun.

It just so happens that if there is a problem in the city, you can see some clues more easily at night.

Similarly, there are fewer people at night, so it is relatively safer.

Jun Qiulan divided the medicine into two portions. His younger sister lived in the same room with Miao'er, a girl next door, so it was better to take precautions. He wrote another letter to his younger sister, asking her to think of a way to coax Miao'er to take the medicine together.

After thinking about it, he made another copy. He was still hesitating whether to send one to Mr. Su, mainly because the origin of this medicine was unclear.

Forget it, let’s go to the city and see what the situation is.

"Mom and Dad, this is alcohol. Let's disinfect the whole house." Jun Qiulan told his parents how to use it.

The couple are both good at hands-on work. "Lan'er, go quickly and come back quickly. Leave the house to us."

Normally, the village would be completely silent at this time, but today every house is still brightly lit.

Maybe everyone was trying to think of ways and was anxious, and he also taught Ma Zhong some epidemic prevention methods today, such as quicklime and boiling water. Those who were sick were quickly isolated, and those who had contact with the patients were isolated in another place.

Plague, it's so terrifying.

The whole village was in panic.

Jun Qiulan felt a little depressed. She put on a mask and wrapped a layer of clothes over it.

Taking advantage of the night, we hurried to the city.

There was indeed some news in the city.

The curfew here is not as strict as that in the capital, and the government basically doesn't care. It's just that the border town is chaotic, and ordinary people usually don't wander around the streets at night.

But today is different.

There were actually quite a few pedestrians on the street, all walking in a hurry, carrying medicine bags in their arms.

I passed by several medical clinics, which were also brightly lit.

Jun Qiulan's pace became faster.

He didn't even go through the side door, but went straight to the main door of the general's mansion and knocked.

The doorman was the same boy as last time.

Jun Qiulan bowed and said, "Young man, please inform Madam Huo that Jun Qiulan's visit is related to this epidemic."

The distillation of alcohol is not difficult.

It's useless to keep the formula in their hands. Only by handing it over to the General's Mansion can it play its greatest role.

When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?

The young man was impatient at first, but when he heard about the epidemic, he didn't dare to delay any longer.

Jun Qiulan didn't have to wait long this time before the young man came out to lead the way.

Mrs. Huo had obviously not rested yet. Seeing that he covered his face tightly, she thought he was trying to avoid exposing his identity.

As for the deposed crown prince, he went to the general's residence late at night and was seen by spies. When the news was reported back to the capital, it was difficult to explain.

Now Huo Lian has gone to the capital and has not returned yet. The military camp is commanded by Mrs. Huo's biological father, Huo Lian's deputy general.

For military generals, chaos in the city can still be controlled, but if chaos breaks out in the military camp, the problem will be serious.

Mrs. Huo: "I heard from the concierge that Mr. Jun came here because of the epidemic?"

Jun Qiulan didn't answer first: "Has it been confirmed to be an epidemic? What kind of disease is it?"

Mrs. Huo sighed and told him, "It's a disease very similar to the common cold. It's contagious, and the symptoms are very similar to the common cold, but more severe. Cold medicine can provide some relief. So far, only a few elderly patients haven't made it. The younger ones, after contracting the disease, have taken medicine and gotten over it."

So far, no young people have fallen ill and cannot be cured, which is good news.

What kind of disease is it? The medical clinic in this border town has not yet come up with a specific protocol, but they know that it is contagious, that is, an epidemic.

The military camp is now taking preventive measures, still using the old methods, and Mrs. Huo is also trying to get some medicine back.

The city’s medical clinic is no longer available, and we still have to take care of the people’s medicine, so we have to go to other states to get some medicine.

Jun Qiulan listened silently. This felt a bit like the flu he saw on the Internet.

In another world, influenza is not a very serious disease.

The medicine I bought today seems to be just the right medicine for my condition.

Madam Huo asked again, "Mr. Jun, are you here because you're worried about Shu Wan?"

Jun Qiulan nodded and handed over the written formula. "Madam, this formula is one that my father saw in an ancient book. Alcohol can disinfect many dirt and is better than quicklime."

Mrs. Huo's eyes lit up and she looked at the recipe again and again.

It can also be used to treat trauma and prevent and treat fire poison caused by trauma.

It's a good thing.

Jun Qiulan continued, "I've heard a little about this kind of contagious cold before. It's probably transmitted through droplets, that is, through saliva and breathing. As long as people cover their mouths and noses when they go out and keep a certain distance from others, they can avoid infection to a certain extent..."

There are many modern ways to prevent the epidemic.

There was no need for him to keep it to himself, so he told Mrs. Huo one by one.

Mrs. Huo just listened at first, but later asked someone to take notes.

She had never heard of these methods, but Jun Qiulan explained them clearly and they sounded reasonable. She couldn't just come and trick her in the middle of the night.

It’s good to have more ways.

"Young Master Jun has accomplished great things this time. If he were in the military camp..."

Having said this, she paused.

Jun Qiulan was the deposed crown prince. Even if he was exiled and made contributions, it would probably be difficult to reward him according to his merits as under normal circumstances.

Jun Qiulan didn't care about these things. "As long as I can help Madam, the epidemic can be brought under control as soon as possible, so that fewer people will suffer."

After a pause, he continued, "I wonder how my sister is doing now?"

Mrs. Huo understood the elegant meaning of the music by listening to it.

"Take Master Jun to the side hall and call Miss Shu Wan over." She instructed the maid beside her.

Jun Qiulan bowed, "Thank you, Madam Huo."

Side hall.

Jun Shuwan had already gone to bed, but when she heard her brother coming, she came over without even putting on her clothes properly.

I was afraid that something had happened.

She had been living quite well these past few days in the General's Mansion. Madam Huo didn't give her and Wan'er any work to do, so they basically just followed Madam Huo around and served her tea and water.

The other maids did not have any hostility towards them. They all got along well with each other, and the atmosphere in the entire general's mansion was relatively harmonious.

She also thought about sending a letter to her father in a few days to reassure her family.

As a result, her brother came to the general's mansion to find her at this time, which really scared her.

"Brother, what happened?"

Jun Qiulan explained what happened outside in a few words, and then lowered his voice.

"These are some anti-epidemic medicines. Whether you're infected or not, you should take them now. It would be best if you could coax Miss Qian into taking them with you. However...you can't tell anyone else about these medicines, not even Madam Huo."

"I understand." Jun Shuwan also knew the seriousness of the matter, "How are your parents?"

"Mom and Dad are fine, and I'm fine too. Don't worry, little sister. The village has already started epidemic prevention work."

He thought for a moment and continued, "If...if something happens in the General's Mansion, or if you accidentally get infected, Wan'er, just run home. As long as you go home, I will definitely find a way to protect you."

This is the worst-case scenario.

Jun Shuwan didn't hesitate, "I remember that. Brother, go back quickly and don't stay outside for too long."

The plague.

Even though it sounds similar to a cold, only the symptoms are more severe than a cold, Jun Shuwan had seen people in the capital who couldn't even survive a cold before.

Jun Qiulan patted his little sister's head and said, "Don't worry about me. I'm here at home. You just need to take care of yourself."

"I know, brother, stop nagging me and go back quickly."

Jun Qiulan sighed and reminded him, "You must take the medicine."

After Jun Shuwan gave him repeated assurances, he went to find Mrs. Huo and prepared to say goodbye.

"I wonder when General Huo will be back?"

Mrs. Huo: "I sent someone to the capital early this morning to inform Old Huo. It depends on whether the capital will release him or not."

She sighed again.

In recent years, the capital has become increasingly chaotic. I hope Huo Lian can return safely.

Jun Qiulan was silent for a moment, then continued, "If possible, please ask Madam Huo to send someone to control the entrance and exit of the city gate, and also send someone to investigate the source of the epidemic."

When an epidemic breaks out, people want to flee. This is human nature and understandable.

But what if there is a sick person among them?

Wouldn't that spread the disease?

Mrs. Huo also knew the seriousness of the matter and was silent for a moment before she agreed.

Controlling the entry and exit of the city gates should be the responsibility of the government, except in times of war.

However, the local prefect has done nothing since he took office. He has basically been nowhere to be found for a long time. The prefectural government and the county government basically just follow the routine. As long as there is no major chaos, there is no big problem.

Since ancient times, the generals defending the city and the local civil service groups have been divided and ruled.

In other provincial capitals, most of the control is by civil officials, but border towns are different, they still have to rely on military officers.

Jun Qiulan said goodbye to Mrs. Huo and looked at the remaining packet of medicine in her hand.

He sighed and walked in the direction his father told him.

Jun Qiulan didn't want to talk about the nonsense that once a teacher, always a father, but today Su Changxun heard that he was sick, even though he knew it might be a plague, he still came to see if his feelings were sincere.

Although there may be some temptation involved.

Ever since being demoted, Jun Qiulan has never been willing to test people's hearts. Let's see what happens today.

What a coincidence.

As soon as Jun Qiulan arrived, a servant opened the door. He was about to go to the village to inform them of the news.

Although they are servants, these people in Su Changxun's family are all young. They are all orphans adopted by him over the years. He taught them to read and write, gave them food to eat, and a roof to shelter them from the wind and rain.

After all, Su Changxun has no official position now, and does not have much wealth on him, so it is not easy for him to find out information.

It was confirmed not long ago, so I thought of sending someone to inform them so that they could be prepared.

Jun Qiulan felt a little more at ease.

"Sir, can I have a few words in private?"

The servant left on his own accord.

"This medicine can prevent and treat the disease to a certain extent." He went straight to the point, "But I can't give you more, so I hope you can understand the situation."

This is not a lie.

These medicines can be bought in pharmacies, but he buys them in large quantities. Can't the people over there see that there is a problem?

Su Changxun was shocked at first, but then he felt soft-hearted.

"You shouldn't have taken the medicine out."

Jun Qiulan: "It's my way of repaying the master's kindness in bringing me up."

Su Changxun sighed again, "You should know that I went to see you directly while your father was away, just to see if you had any secrets."

"Did you see that, sir?"

Su Changxun: "No, never mind. Don't tell me about it anymore."

It is enough to receive this unique medicine today.

Half of his body is already buried in the ground, so what is the point of exploring?

After a pause, he smiled again and said, "If you have any good books, you can send me a couple. Don't worry, I will never tell anyone else about them."

The concept that the country is the country of the people is really novel.

In the past, the ideas he accepted were almost all about learning literary and martial arts and then selling them to the imperial family.

This world, this entire country, should belong to the emperor.

He couldn't help but be curious about what was written in such a magical book.

Jun Qiulan bowed, "Thank you for your understanding, sir."

Mr. Su is a gentleman. Once he has said it, he will not have any second thoughts.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Go home quickly."

He called the servant over, and the servant had a packet of medicine in his hand.

"I heard that medicine for colds can also relieve the symptoms. I have some here. These were originally prepared for you. Take them back and be prepared for any eventuality."

Jun Qiulan felt a little hot in his heart.

People's hearts are always different.

Although this world is not a good place, there are good people in it.

Jun Qiulan did not refuse the packet of medicine. After bowing again, he said goodbye to Su Changxun and quickly rushed to the village.

But when he reached the village entrance, he was stopped.

Ma Zhong has a good appeal in the village.

Now, not only are villagers not allowed to leave, but no one else is allowed to enter the village either, for fear that they might bring the disease back.

A few skilled men were specially sent to guard the village entrance.

"Uncle Zhong, it's me."

Ma Zhong happened to be there too, and slapped his thigh: "Why are you out at this time?"

Jun Qiulan said, "I went to the city to get some information. I paid attention to isolation. This disease is transmitted through droplets. I also brought back a packet of medicine."

They don't need these medicines at home, so they can give them to the villagers.

He continued, "Medicine for treating colds can alleviate the symptoms to a certain extent. The city is currently under the control of General Huo's Mansion, so the situation is not too serious."

Seeing that he was wrapped tightly, Ma Zhong thought of the day when a maid came to recruit people and he went back to the general's mansion with the maid.

He was just a small village head. On weekdays, it was a big deal for him to meet a sergeant. How could he have been to the general's mansion?

I thought they were just an ordinary wealthy family.

This deposed crown prince... although he was demoted, he is different from ordinary people like them after all.

"Come in quickly, don't go out again."

In their village, a man who went to the city to carry heavy bags had already caught a cold and said that this cold was more serious than before.

He has been isolated in the ancestral hall, and his family members have also been resettled separately.

But luckily, he is the only one at the moment.

Jun Qiulan gave him the medicine: "As long as you don't leave the village and don't come into contact with outsiders, Uncle Zhong can also ask Doctor Liu to organize a few people to go to the forest to collect some medicinal herbs."

"Okay, okay." Having medicine always makes people feel more at ease.

"You should go back quickly too."

When they got home, the couple hurried over to greet him, but Jun Qiulan dodged them.

"Dad and Mom, please don't get too close to me for now."

After all, he went out and came into contact with outsiders.

It is better to be cautious.

Jun Qiulan told the couple about the situation in the city and his younger sister, and only then did they feel relieved.

"During the next period of time, Mom and Dad, please don't go out. If the family needs anything, your son will go over there and buy it for them."

"Okay, we'll listen to you."

"Lan'er, it's best for you to stay there and come back to see us every day."

Jun Qiulan changed her clothes and went back to the rental house to take a shower.

When I was lying in bed, I felt a little dazed.

So many things happened on this day.

Coincidentally, the hand that Yan Jing pushed to him sent him a message on behalf of the crew leader.

Ask him when he is free.

Jun Qiulan sighed. As for Strategy of a Bastard, if the filming went smoothly, his next scene would be in exactly seven days.

Originally, he could have taken on other jobs these days.

But wasn't this an accident? How could he dare to go out now?

If he really infects the people here, he will be guilty of a serious crime.

Generally speaking, seven days of isolation is enough.

As for the Bastard's strategy, he wasn't too worried. He had a premonition that he wouldn't be infected, but just in case, he was afraid that the substitute's job wouldn't be good enough.

He sighed and sent a message back, explaining that he might not have time within seven days.

He's just a stand-in, so he's not a must-have.

That's what he thought.

But the other party said there was no rush and that he would contact him again when he had time, and also gave him the quote.

There are eight scenes in total, seven of which are literary scenes, including writing and painting, and there is only one martial arts scene, but the martial arts scene is about a fan.

The other party even sent him a few demonstration videos so that he could learn from them, which was not too difficult.

There was a fan next to Jun Qiulan. She tried it out and found it was colorful and pretty.

Since the other party was not in a hurry, Jun Qiulan accepted the job. There was no other way, the other party offered too much.

He never thought that he could get a salary of 8,000 yuan just for clapping without having to appear on camera.

Could it be Yan Jing...

Thinking of Yan Jing, he simply sent a message to him. It would be better to ask.

He was very grateful to Yan Jing for introducing him to the job, but if it was just to make more money for the birthday painting, there was no need to do so.

The message was replied within seconds.

Yan Jing: "This is just a very regular price, you're overthinking it."

In this way, Jun Qiulan felt relieved.

By the way, I asked about Yang Zhong.

Seeing this message, Yan Jing couldn't help laughing.

Yan Jing: "Just check it out online yourself."

He didn't even have time to make a move, and Yang Zhong suddenly exploded.

The entire Internet exploded.

Yang Zhong, although he is called a director, actually doesn’t have any outstanding works. He just has a good background and is not short of money, so he is very popular in the circle.

According to Yan Jing, those works were probably for money laundering.

He was originally planning to send someone to investigate in this direction, but his assistant said that Yang Chong was exposed for gathering a large group of people for riots.

Videos are flying everywhere.

In addition, many victims came forward at this time to prove Yang Chong's guilt.

This matter is really too subtle.

Jun Qiulan listened to him, downloaded Weibo, and searched on it.

How should I put it? Even though it’s censored, it still hurts my eyes.

This matter was too serious and attracted great attention from the higher-ups, so there was no need for Yan Jing to take any further action.

Jun Qiulan: It can be said that evil will be punished.

Yan Jing smiled and replied to him.

Yan Jing: "Didn't you see your video?"

There were other tourists in the hotel lobby at the time, and someone took a video and posted it online.

Just as Yang Zhong was exposed, the people in this video were recognized, which directly boosted the popularity.

At the same time, Jun Qiulan’s previous short videos of writing inscriptions on fans were also recognized.

He became famous even before he made his debut.

Some people also revealed in the comments section of the video that this handsome young man was just an extra and had not officially debuted. Even the fact that he was a Taoist priest was revealed.

In the video, he was recognized and someone came to ask him whether this handsome young man had signed a contract with a company and asked him to sign a contract, but he ignored it all.

He had talked to Jun Qiulan before and knew that Jun Qiulan had no plans to sign a contract with the company yet.

Actually, this is quite good. Everyone has different plans for their future. He has his own ideas, so Yan Jing won't interfere.

What's more, signing a contract with a company may not necessarily be a good thing.

There are too many strange things in the circle.

Some friends also came to him to gossip, asking him what his relationship with Jun Qiulan was and how they got together.

This really made him laugh and cry.

Jun Qiulan is not even twenty years old yet, and he is eight years older than her. What difference does that make?

Jun Qiulan checked Weibo again.

Several videos were edited together, and now many people are calling for him to star in various costume dramas.

The person was in a trance again.

He was still in shock the next day.

Life is indeed wonderful.

There were messages from Liu Yue and Zhang Li on the phone.

They are all talking about this.

Some people even knew that he and Zhang Li often took on extra roles together, so they specifically found Zhang Li and wanted him to help them.

There are various brokerage companies and star studios that have found tension.

Zhang Li was almost going crazy with envy.

One of them, probably seeing something, offered a condition: if Zhang Li could find a way to get Jun Qiulan to sign with their company, they could sign Zhang Li as well.

There was no way Zhang Ting couldn't help but be moved.

He is not young anymore, he is already twenty-seven years old.

After working in this industry for so many years, isn't it just to wait for such an opportunity?

He is married and has a five-year-old son. He has to support his family. How can he live on the income from acting as an extra?

He wanted to come over and have a good chat with Jun Qiulan.

Jun Qiulan sighed and sent him a message.

"I caught a cold last night. I won't be taking any work these next few days. I want to have a good rest. As for signing a contract with a company, I won't consider it for now."

Now Zhang Ting was anxious.

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