bayedsolid Chapter 123 This stench is not that stench; who can resist it?
Chapter 123 This stench is not that stench; who can resist it?
The last house. The tall, thin man walked heavily toward the Wen family's house.
On the way, he tightened the cloth strips covering his mouth and nose.
The strip of cloth was very simple, only two fingers wide, barely covering his two nostrils. It must have been a piece of cloth he had hastily torn up for whatever purpose.
Anyway, as long as it's useful, that's good.
Someone from the Wen family had already woken up when chaos broke out in the cave.
Actually, there's something going on not only at the cave, but also at the Wen family's place.
However, this situation is different from that situation.
At this moment, Wenwen and Wen Yuanqian were guarding the door of the house.
The tall, thin footsteps grew closer and closer, until they were an arm's length away from the door. Wenwen held her breath and reached out to push the door open a crack.
The grandfather and grandson took a deep breath of fresh air through the crack in the door.
Unexpectedly, the stench from inside the house escaped through this small crack in the door.
It was right within the range that the constables could smell.
"Ugh, why does it smell so bad? Could this family be..."
The tall, thin bailiff pinched his nose and stood still.
He decided not to take another step forward and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Wen family, someone come out! The master has given orders!"
"Oh, oh, here it comes."
Wen Yuanqian opened the door, leaving it half-open, allowing more of the stench to escape while preventing outsiders from seeing what was inside.
He stood at the doorway, took a deep breath, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Sir, what are your orders?"
"Lord Zhu has instructed that a count of the number of sick people in your family and their conditions be made. Please report back immediately."
The constable sped up his speech, not wanting to stay a moment longer. What was that smell in the house? It was even worse than the cave. Maybe the family's situation was even worse.
The tall, thin man felt a pang of guilt and gritted his teeth to endure it, but the smell kept wafting into his nose.
Wen Yuanqian kept a close eye on the tall, thin man's expression and noticed his impatience. Just as the old man was about to hold his breath, he slowly spoke, "Sir, our family..."
Oh dear, the tall, thin man couldn't hold back any longer. No, he had to leave, right now.
Before Wen Yuanqian could finish speaking, the tall, thin man interrupted him and hurriedly began to speak.
"Alright, alright, I understand the situation. Hurry up and clean up, then we'll go get the herbal medicine in a bit."
After finishing his sentence, the tall, thin man's face turned bright red, and he turned and ran away in a flash.
Before he could run very far, he felt a chill on his arm as large raindrops began to fall from the sky.
"Damn it, why is it raining again? This is unbelievable."
The tall, thin man cursed all the way as he ran toward the large tent.
Once the tall, thin man had run far away, the Wen family was in an uproar.
Except for the children who were still sleeping, everyone else was awakened by the smell.
"Ugh, those brats, they're stinking!"
"Open the window quickly, quickly, quickly!"
"Yeah, it's raining!"
"Really? Rain is good, this rain is just in time."
"Yes, yes, hurry up and lift the curtain, all of you go out and get soaked in the rain, wash yourselves clean, really."
"Oh my, I'll feel a few pounds lighter after washing off all this mud."
"Hahaha......"
Although the words were complaints, the tone revealed a happy spirit.
With the help of the Mingling Fruit, Wenwen's brothers finally succeeded in cultivating their Qi.
Imagine how inspiring it would be if, when the Wen family was on the verge of collapse, someone led them to forge a new path.
Wenwen suggested, "Grandpa, how about we treat ourselves to a big meal to celebrate?"
"I think it's a good idea!" The old man was very supportive, stroking his beard in agreement.
However, a discouraging remark popped out from the corner.
"Dream on. There's no grand feast, but everyone will get their share of herbal medicine."
Wen Qikang was putting on his raincoat when he raised an eyebrow at everyone and said sarcastically.
Yao Changhao, also dressed in a straw raincoat, patted his hand.
"Stop talking such discouraging things. Let's go get the medicine quickly. You can prepare a quick and easy meal. When we come back, the medicine and the meal will go well together."
"Ha ha......"
"Uncle, you really have a wild idea."
"That's right. In this world, as long as you dare to think and act, there's always a way out. San'er, let's go!"
The two men, dressed in heavy protective clothing, had just stepped out of the treehouse when a gust of wind and rain swept over them, instantly soaking them to the bone. Luckily, they had specially made oilcloth linings; otherwise, walking a hundred miles in such wind and rain would have made them sick.
The two walked towards the cave, encountering other prisoners who were also going out to collect their medicine, and silently walked alongside them.
Seeing the other person's distressed and helpless expression, the two looked at each other and quickly reacted.
Wen Qikang started wiping away tears, though his face was actually soaked with rain.
Yao Changhao's eyes instantly turned red, and upon closer inspection, a single tear was visible on his eyelid. This actor's skill was truly exceptional; he became convinced of his own performance as he acted.
If Wenwen were here and saw her uncle-in-law's performance, she would have to give him a Best Performance Award.
If Yao Changhao knew that his wife and children were laughing so hard in the treehouse, he wondered if he would still be able to shed this tear.
Therefore, the two of them maintained this expression and silently walked to the entrance of the cave.
The entrance to the cave was surrounded by prisoners.
Two large iron pots were placed to the side, and the medicinal soup inside was bubbling away.
The smell of the herbal medicine helped to dispel some of the stench in the cave.
Several constables were maintaining order, patiently and earnestly explaining things to the people.
"Line up, one family at a time, one spoonful per person."
"Take this earthenware pot. You must drink it when you get back, just in case, understand?"
"Lord Zhu has really gone to great lengths to prepare this medicine for everyone. You must not let his kindness go to waste. Remember, you must drink it."
After each family received their medicine and left, the constables breathed a sigh of relief.
"We've finally made it through this ordeal. It's almost dawn, and the rain still hasn't stopped. I wonder if we'll even be able to leave today!"
“Look at these people, do they look like they can even walk? If they accidentally tumble down the cliff, we’re all doomed.”
"Shut up, this is none of your business!"
"Okay, I understand!"
It's really not their place to worry about such things.
Lord Zhu, who should be worrying, was extremely annoyed at this moment!
Since learning that most people had fallen ill, Lord Zhu's brow had never relaxed.
This mission was truly full of twists and turns.
He originally thought it would be a lucrative job, but there were so many wealthy families in this exile team that he was sure to make a fortune by the end of the journey.
Who knew that, in just a few hundred miles, more than half of the people would fall ill? If word got out, would he still have any face left?
Even if most of the people were killed near the finish line, no one said anything.
But this happened after only passing one town, before even reaching the second. It seems that God just wouldn't let him make money smoothly.
They say people die for wealth, and birds die for food, but damn it, Zhu Chongba is determined to fight against fate.
Lord Zhu fell into deep thought for a moment.
Bang!
"grown ups!"
The sound of dishes shattering came from outside, accompanied by a hoarse voice.