The girl painted on the master's handwriting ranged in age from six or seven to twelve or thirteen. She had just seen that these children did not look like the person in the painting.

My master has passed away for more than four years. If he painted the portraits according to age, the girl should be fifteen or sixteen years old now.

She wants to meet a girl of this age here.

After hearing her words, the people present immediately went to happily call these older people to come, and then three men and two women came to get vaccinated, all of them were fifteen or sixteen years old.

Miss Jun looked at the faces of the two girls carefully, but it was still not the case. She concealed her emotions and lowered her head to vaccinate them.

Maybe that was just someone that Master missed, or maybe that person is no longer with us.

"…Old Xia, Niuniu is also fifteen this year…"

The voice of Xia Yong's wife suddenly came into his ears.

Miss Jun's ears moved and her hands continued to move, but her whole body was tense.

Niuniu?

Before Xia Yong's wife could finish her words, she was interrupted by Xia Yong's cough.

From the corner of her eye, Miss Jun saw them walk to one side and argue about something in a low voice.

After a while, Xia Yong and his wife stopped talking, Xia Yong walked aside, and Xia Yong's wife walked out.

Miss Jun couldn't help but clench her hand holding the file. The crowd blocked the corner of her eye and she couldn't see where Xia Yong's wife went.

Maybe, possibly, hope.

"Okay." Miss Jun put down her sleeves and said to the girl with a smile.

The girl bowed shyly and nervously, then ran hurriedly to her family.

"Anything else?" Miss Jun asked.

"No more." Xia Yong said, waving to everyone, "Everyone go away, let Miss Jun rest."

Everyone hurriedly took their children and left, leaving Xia Yong alone in the yard.

"Please take a seat, Miss Jun." He said, and sat down on a low stool in the yard.

Miss Jun also sat down and glanced at Xia Yong's hands clasped in front of him. His two thumbs were turning unconsciously.

"Ms. Jun, is this kind of smallpox passed down from your ancestors?" Xia Yong suddenly asked.

Finally asked, Miss Jun also shook hands.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking a little puzzled. "Is there any problem?"

People are always easily attracted by questions. As expected, when asked this question, Xia Yong quickly waved his hands.

"No problem, no problem. I have no doubt about Miss Jun's ancestry." He said, as if he had gotten the answer, but in fact Miss Jun did not answer.

Miss Jun looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"What I mean is, has anyone come to ask about your family's vaccination?" Xia Yong said, rubbing his hands.

Is the person he is talking about the Master?

Miss Jun put her hands on her knees.

“A lot of people ask about vaccination,” she said.

"I'm not here to see a doctor, and I'm not a doctor." Xia Yong said hurriedly, as if he didn't know how to describe it. "I'm just curious, but I also know about vaccination..."

This description is simply not enough...

Xia Yong felt a little anxious and a little self-blaming, blaming himself for his poor speaking skills.

"I don't know if you understand, but that's the kind of person..."

He didn't know what to say anymore, so he looked up at Miss Jun, only to see her nodding.

"I understand," she said.

Ah? Understand? Xia Yong was stunned. He himself didn't quite understand.

"I know what you mean." Miss Jun said softly, "Vaccination is definitely not something that came out of nowhere. It has been passed down since ancient times. Many people have speculated about it, but they haven't done it for various reasons, such as it's difficult, inconvenient, or impossible to do."

When she looked at Xia Yong and heard him say this, she saw Xia Yong's eyes light up and he clapped his hands.

"Yes, yes, that's what he said." He said, standing up suddenly because of excitement. "Miss Jun, have you seen him?"

Miss Jun felt a little sour in her nose.

"Who is he?" she asked, somewhat puzzled. "I mean there is such a person, but who exactly is he?"

"He..." Xia Yong opened his mouth excitedly

Who is he? What is his name? What is his real name?

Miss Jun clenched her hands tightly on her knees and stared at Xia Yong.

Xia Yong closed his mouth again, and his expression became dull.

"I don't know who he is," he said.

What? Miss Jun was stunned.

"I mean, I don't know what name he uses outside." Xia Yong said, laughing at himself, "Maybe the name I know of his is also fake."

It turns out that she is not the only one like this. Master is really... She has followed him for so many years, but now he feels like a stranger to her, someone she doesn't even know.

Miss Jun looked at Xia Yong and wondered how many years they had known the master.

But no matter whether the name that Master told them was true or false, Master must have cared about them very much, otherwise he would not be walking in the world under the name Zhang Qingshan.

Zhang Qingshan, Zhang Qingshan.

"Tell me about it, maybe I have heard of it before," said Miss Jun.

Xia Yong hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when his wife came in hurriedly from outside.

"Boss, my sister-in-law agreed." She said happily.

Xia Yong was immediately delighted when he heard this.

"Miss Jun," he said, "there is another person who needs your vaccination."

Finally, is it coming?

Miss Jun's heart began beating faster the moment Xia Yong's wife ran in, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh when she heard these words.

"Okay," she said.

"This child will require Miss Jun to go to her house." Xia Yong's wife looked at Miss Jun who was still sitting and said apologetically.

"Of course you can." Miss Jun said, standing up with her hand on the corner of the table.

Xia Yong and his wife led the way, and Miss Jun followed, holding the medicine box tightly in her arms.

"Miss Jun." Xia Yong's wife saw it, thought for a moment, and stretched out her hand, "This box must be heavy, I'll help you carry it."

It seems that Miss Jun has been carrying the medicine box since she entered the village. Don't they usually carry it by hand or on their backs? Is it because it is too heavy and the girl is too tired to carry it?

Miss Jun smiled and shook her head.

"No, it's not heavy," she said.

She just wanted to hold the medicine box like this, because it contained her master's note, which she could use as clothing, like a spirit tablet, to return to her hometown to see her relatives.

Xia Yong shook his head at his wife.

The little girl must still be on guard. In an unfamiliar and tense environment, people can find comfort by holding familiar things.

Xia Yong's wife no longer forced herself.

"It's a bit far." She smiled and changed the subject.

Miss Jun smiled and followed them without saying a word. They soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. From a distance, the mountain did not look very big, but when you get closer, the dense forests and rugged rocks make it quite imposing.

Are we going up the mountain? Does that girl live on the mountain? Miss Jun looked at Xia Yong and his wife walking up the mountain road.

"Miss Jun, it's on the mountain." Xia Yong's wife turned around and greeted, and then stretched out her hand, "Let me help you."

Miss Jun walked up the hill and quickened her pace to pass her, then turned back and smiled at her.

Xia Yong's wife laughed.

This child...

She smiled but felt a little uncomfortable. This child wasn't actually very familiar with them, so why did he seem so familiar?

Miss Jun has continued to move forward.

This mountain road is obviously man-made and very convenient to walk on.

Is this built for that girl? Why does that girl live on the mountain? Miss Jun was thinking as she walked, when she was suddenly called.

“Stop.”

Miss Jun stopped immediately.

What happened? Miss Jun looked over subconsciously. In front of her were trees interlaced, and the early autumn grass was still growing wildly and vigorously, covering the ground.

These grasses...something is not right. Miss Jun narrowed her eyes slightly. Although the grasses were crooked and disorderly, she could still see some traces of human intervention through the swaying grasses. The sunlight fell dottedly on the mountains and forests, and Miss Jun's sight outlined a series of crisscrossing lines in the grass.

There was a dark array set up in the bush, just like the dark array set up around her when she slept.

There was a secret formation on the mountain road, which showed that the girl must be very important and was being protected.

Miss Jun glanced at Xia Yong and his wife. They looked a little nervous and held their breath.

Is there any danger approaching?

This pause and change of mind took only a blink of an eye, and Miss Jun heard a buzzing sound in her ears.

The dark circle has been triggered!

Miss Jun hugged the medicine box tightly and saw thin lines popping up in the grass under the sunlight. A strange cry was heard in the woods, and at the same time a colorful pheasant flew into Miss Jun's sight.

Wild...chicken?

Miss Jun was stunned, and the laughter and clapping of Xia Yong's wife rang in her ears.

"We caught a big one this time!"