The village chief stood there, holding a handful of masks tightly in his hands. Looking at the villagers scrambling for them, his brows furrowed.
He knew very well that it was not okay to continue fighting like this, as it would be terrible if someone got hurt.
Thinking of this, the village chief suddenly raised his hand and struck the gong beside him hard.
The clear and loud "dangdangdang" sound of the gong suddenly exploded in the noisy air. The sound spread far away, as if it had a magical power, which instantly quieted down the villagers who were fighting fiercely.
"What are you fighting for!" The village chief suddenly raised his voice, which was full of majesty and dissatisfaction. His already serious face was even more stern at this moment, and his eyes were full of sternness as he glanced at the villagers in front of him who were arguing with each other.
"Everyone will get one!" the village chief continued loudly. He waved the handful of masks in his hand vigorously to indicate that everyone should not worry about not getting one. "Every household head will come to me to get a mask later. There will be one. Why rush?"
The village chief looked at them seriously, his eyes showing no dissatisfaction with their previous behavior.
He frowned and said in a more serious tone: "We are all from the same village. We share the joys and sorrows and should take care of each other.
In this crisis-ridden situation, we all need to unite as one! We need to work together to deal with the various dangers that may arise along the way. We can't start a fight over a few masks. What a shame!
At this point, the village chief's expression became increasingly serious. He paused, then solemnly warned everyone, "Think about it, what if those vicious bandits really come?
If we are still here fighting over things and making a mess, how can we have the energy to resist the invasion of bandits?
How can we protect our families and our village?"
After hearing the reprimand from the village chief, everyone immediately became like obedient quails, lowering their heads and not daring to say a word. They just stood there silently, listening to the village chief's words obediently, and felt a little ashamed of their impulsive behavior.
When everyone received masks from the village chief in turn and put them on carefully according to the instructions of the village chief, they instantly felt a slight difference.
The foul smell that had been permeating the air and constantly drilling into people's nostrils was actually partially isolated at this moment.
Although the mask is a bit stuffy to wear and makes people feel that breathing is not as smooth and free as usual, everyone knows that compared with the possibility of contracting the deadly plague, this little discomfort is completely acceptable.
After all, once this plague breaks out, it will be a devastating disaster and almost no one can escape it. So in order to minimize the risk of contracting the disease, this little situation is nothing.
In this way, the days passed one by one. Two days later, everyone was surprised to find that the number of corpses lying on the road seemed to have decreased a lot.
The gang of bandits who were previously suspected of committing murder and robbery here, perhaps because they were concerned about the large number of people from Sujia Village, had not taken action against them.
The village chief was always on edge along the way, alert to all kinds of possible dangers. He had to worry about the outbreak of plague and guard against attacks by bandits. His heart was always tense and he dared not relax.
Now that he saw fewer bodies and no criminals showing up, the worry in his heart finally settled down.
The village chief's originally solemn expression relaxed a little. He breathed a sigh of relief and hoped that the journey ahead would be safer and smoother.
"It's so hot today. It's so uncomfortable to wear this mask. It's stuffy and makes it difficult to breathe." Big Head couldn't help muttering. As he spoke, he reached out and secretly took off the mask on his face. He also took a deep breath of the relatively less smelly air, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
A few people nearby saw his actions and thought it made sense. They thought that since the situation didn't seem so bad, there was no reason for them to be bound by the masks, so they also took off their masks.
The village chief frowned slightly when he saw their actions, but ultimately did not say anything to stop them.
Seeing that the village chief didn't say anything, the others became even more unscrupulous. They took off their masks one after another and joked with each other that they felt much more comfortable now.
However, Yao Qingshuang did not dare to be careless at all.
She knew very well how terrible the plague was. Although there were fewer corpses and the smell was lighter now, who could guarantee that it was really safe?
So she still warned her family with a serious face: "Everyone, wear your masks, don't take them off. Now is not the time to relax. It will be terrible if you get sick."
After hearing her words, the family members nodded obediently and continued to wear masks obediently, not daring to disobey in the slightest.
After all, it is better to be cautious in matters of life and death.
Night has fallen. After a busy day, the villagers are preparing to rest after dinner. The whole village is gradually shrouded in a peaceful atmosphere.
However, at this seemingly peaceful moment, suddenly, a sharp shout broke the silence.
"Ermao, what's wrong with you? Why is your head so hot?"
Widow Wang was just about to take a rest, but when her hand accidentally touched her son's forehead, the scorching temperature made her heart suddenly tighten.
Widow Wang's face turned pale in an instant. She widened her eyes and looked at Ermao, who was lying on the bed in a daze, with horror.
My son's face was abnormally flushed due to the high fever, his eyes were slightly closed, and he let out a few weak groans from time to time, as if he was being tortured by some invisible pain.
Feeling the frighteningly high temperature on her son's head, Widow Wang did not dare to delay for a moment. She was extremely anxious and completely ignored the panic and fear in her heart. She stood up suddenly and ran out with staggering steps.
Her body was somewhat out of control due to excessive worry and anxiety. She stumbled along the way and almost fell to the ground several times, but she had only one goal in her eyes, which was to find Dr. Bai as soon as possible and ask him to save her son.
"Doctor Bai, please help my Ermao, his head is so hot!" Widow Wang ran all the way to Doctor Bai's residence. Before she could even stand firmly on her feet, she couldn't wait to shout loudly.
Her voice became a little hoarse due to running and anxiety, and there was an obvious tone of crying. The trembling voice echoed far away in the silent night, as if she was telling the darkness about the fear and helplessness deep in her heart.
When the villagers heard Widow Wang's panicked cry, they were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help but start talking behind their backs.
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