Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 145 What the hell do you think
The method of boiling the medicine given by Fan Chen is very detailed. It says the ratio of adding water, the degree of heat, and how long it takes to boil, all of which are clearly explained.

It is also particularly emphasized that the tortoise shell should be used as a pot. It is likely that this shell has indeed served as a medicinal material in a certain way.

These things are naturally done by Mrs. Jiang, who has a little knowledge of medical skills. Apart from bandaging and applying medicine, Mrs. Jiang is also very good at boiling medicine.

However, the preparation work still needs everyone's help.

A Wu Niang found a few small horses, and everyone wore gloves, and cut off the thick and pungent-smelling ink-black water plants on the turtle shell bit by root, and put them in the dustpan beside them.

The smell of aquatic plants is actually like the smell of ammonia. Fang Yao thought that it might be something similar to the green hair ball, which has a strong and magical bactericidal effect.

She turned her head and asked Jiang Shi: "Sister, do you know what these are?"

Jiang shook her head: "I've never seen it before. Could it be that this aquatic plant only grows on the shell of the turtle?"

"Well, I don't know."

Fang Yao didn't dare to tell Jiang Shi that the previous brides of the River God also had these things on their bodies.

But it reminded her.

It's no wonder that ordinary people will corrode their skin and grow white fungus balls when they touch the gecko venom refined by Zhaonan people.

But those women kept their bodies intact, maybe it really has something to do with these weird aquatic plants.

However, thinking of that Miss Zhang again, Fang Yao was not sure again.

She still hasn't figured out why Miss Zhang's mouth is covered with mutated white bacteria balls, but she is still alive.

"Master, the batter is ready!"

Not far away, Gouwaniang, who was in charge of cooking, shouted.

"coming!"

Fang Yao got up quickly and went to notify the victims.

Afraid of frightening those old and weak women and children at night, she didn't dare to wear a mask, only a veil.

The concentrated area of ​​the victims is not far from their convoy camp, across the road up the mountain, one to 20 meters ahead, there is a flat dwarf pine forest.

The trees in the forest were sparse, and there were many open spaces. The tarpaulin tent was set up in the middle of these trees. Except for the poles, all sides were fixed to the nearby trees with ropes to prevent the tent from being crushed by snow in the middle of the night.

When Fang Yao went, Yang Gao and the others had almost set up their tents, and distributed straw mats and mattresses. The open space was surrounded by stones, and inside was a bonfire for lighting and heating.

"Master, there are a total of 130 victims on the mountain. The oilcloth tents are big enough, with straw mats and mattresses spread out. Five or six people in each tent can huddle together to keep warm."

Yang Gao told Fang Yao what he knew, and the latter nodded, thinking about making another booklet to write down all these people, arrange them in numbers, and make it easier to manage.

However, the most important thing now is to get the victims to eat as soon as possible.

"Woo woo woo... Mother... Hungry, I'm hungry..."

"Grandma, I'm hungry too, when will my dad come back?"

"Mom, I'm hungry too."

As Fang Yao guessed, the children hadn't eaten for a day, and they were so hungry that they were crying, and some of them didn't look energetic.

As for the women, because there was no food for the children, everyone's face was gloomy, and some cried along with the dolls.

Fang Yao's mood immediately became depressed, and she hurriedly yelled loudly: "The meal is ready, the meal is ready, cheer up, take the bowl up and line up, everyone has a share!"

When the victims heard this, they all raised their heads in surprise.

"Yes, have you eaten?"

An old man spoke in disbelief, his voice trembling, "Will you spend money... I'm running away, old lady, I don't have a single coin on me..."

Yang Gao went to Fang Yao's side and whispered: "I heard from these victims that Caozhi County often asks the people for money. They probably think you are selling food."

Fang Yao opened her mouth. When she came back during the day, she heard A Wu Niang and the others say that Caozhi County was nothing. Now it seems that it is really nothing.

It's such a time, when the people affected by the disaster heard that there was food provided, their first reaction was that they didn't bring any money.

She gritted her teeth silently. The foolish magistrate of Liyang county is hundreds of times stronger than this dog official!
"No money, it's free! The adults in the capital told us to cook porridge, and they came here to ask you to eat it!"

With Fang Yao's words, the women in the tent cheered up immediately, picked up the bowls and chopsticks around them, and led the children and the elderly towards the motorcade camp.

Because the weather was too cold, the food cooled too quickly, so we had to put the pot on the stove to keep it warm.

When the disaster victims came to line up, Yang Gao and A Wu were standing by the side. Those who did not obey the rules and those who deliberately beat up several times had to be controlled and guarded against.

After all, if there are no rules, everything will be messed up, especially in this situation.

Fang Yao herself stood by and distributed a bowl of ginger soup to each of them.

Explain that if someone is not feeling well, or even feels dizzy, hot, and stomach ache, you must say so.

A hundred or so people are not too many, and within a stick of incense, the batter and ginger soup will bottom out.

"It's gone, it's gone, we all go back to rest early, and we will have porridge tomorrow morning."

Gou Wa Niang brought down the wooden bucket, and said to a little girl not far away who was licking the bowl and looking at this side eagerly.

Seeing that nothing happened, Fang Yao was about to leave, when the little girl behind her suddenly said timidly, "You, are you the immortal who saved people today?"

"Uh……"

Fang Yao felt a chill, shivered, and quickly turned her head to deny, "No, I'm just an ordinary person, you're mistaken, little girl, it's getting late, you should go back to bed quickly."

"I said you are, you are."

The little girl smiled at her, and walked away with the bowl in her hand.

Fang Yao felt a little strange.

After finishing these things, it was already at night.

On Jiang's side, all the dark green aquatic plants outside the turtle's shell have been cleaned up.

A total of five large dustpans were installed, and after weighing it, it weighed nearly twenty catties!

Because the cooking method written on the paper given by Fan Chen was very demanding, Jiang was worried about letting other people intervene.

Yang Gao came over to help lift the tortoise shell, which weighed seventy or eighty kilograms, onto the stone stove.

"Hey, Aunt Jiang can cook medicine..."

Yang Gao looked at Jiang Shi who lowered his head and carefully tidied up the dark green water plants, and laughed foolishly twice.

Without waiting for Mrs. Jiang to reply, Ah Wu came over and said happily: "Aunt Jiang knows a lot, she is not the same as us vulgar people."

Fang Yao looked at the three of them strangely, as if seeing the Shura field in the future.

A gleam flashed in A Wu Niang's eyes, she quickly patted her son, and spat: "Nonsense, Aunt Jiang is the eldest sister of the master, don't you know much? Go, go over and help the mother chop the firewood she picked up."

"Oh."

Ah Wu looked at Jiang Shi with some reluctance, and then followed his mother to the other side.

Seeing that Jiang Shi didn't intend to talk to him from the beginning to the end, Yang Gao scratched the back of his head and left disappointed.

Once the others left, the place became a lot quieter.

Fang Yao knelt down to help her, "Sister, we have to try this medicine to know if it works, so let's not drink too much."

However, Mrs. Jiang frowned, looked left and right, and suddenly came close to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Yang Gao and Mr. Fan, what are you thinking?"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)