Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills - Chapter 898
Chapter 898: Ruthlessly Mad
Editor: Henyee Translations
Nobody dared play tricks anymore, they all followed Chu Qingzhi’s orders diligently.
One by one, the crates were moved out from the ground, stacking up into a small mountain.
Chu Qingzhi, watching the pile of crates, breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she could alleviate the military camp’s food shortage. She leaped down from the rooftop and confronted the old man, “Who ordered you to do this?”
The old man, both hating and fearing Chu Qingzhi, replied, “It was Lu Ziming.”
Lu Ziming, the steward of the Prince of the eastern border’s household. Chu Qingzhi furrowed her brows, “Whose side is this Lu Ziming really on?”
The old man insisted, “I don’t know, I’m just a friend of Lu Ziming, helping him out of goodwill.” He hadn’t expected that this would provoke Chu Qingzhi, a demonic woman!
Chu Qingzhi scorned, “Living such a long life, you bring calamity upon the nation, can’t distinguish right from wrong, help tyrants commit evils, wasting air by just breathing!”
Without another word, her dagger flashed as she swung it horizontally, killing the old man.
Wen Juncheng, witnessing Chu Qingzhi’s efficient ruthlessness, trembled uncontrollably, “I, I…”
Chu Qingzhi turned to Wen Juncheng with a gentle smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” Not until the grain is safely returned to the camp.
Seeing this, the men in black realized that Chu Qingzhi was accustomed to killing and dared not play any tricks.
After a while, the leader of the men in black approached, “All crates have been dug up, can we release our young master now?”
Chu Qingzhi glanced at Wen Juncheng, who was looking hopeful, “Transport all the crates back to the military camp, and I’ll release him. You have two hours.”
Wen Juncheng urged them, “Hurry, find the carts and get the crates back.”
The men in black, feeling Chu Qingzhi was excessively cruel and hard-hearted, doubted her, “Can we take your word?”
Chu Qingzhi countered, “Do you have any leverage to negotiate with me?”
Wen Juncheng was nearly in tears, “Hurry up, what are you dallying for, go and transport them!”
The men in black reluctantly went to find carts to transport the food.
After loading the crates onto the carts, Chu Qingzhi pulled Wen Juncheng out from the wall, threw him onto a horse, and followed behind the convoy.
Choosing the nearest routes, they managed to return the military supplies to the camp within an hour and a half.
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Inside the tent, Yi Chuanchuan touched his forehead, feeling it slightly warmer. Was he also infected with smallpox?
Du Zhaolin and Rong Shening had taken their medicine and were sleeping fitfully, but their symptoms had not subsided at all.
Yi Chuanchuan looked at them, puzzled about what his uncle meant.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Yi Chuanchuan couldn’t help but start coughing violently, feeling his entire chest ache.
“Uncle, Uncle…” Seeing Doctor Lan passing by, Yi Chuanchuan quickly called out to him.
Doctor Lan, seeing Yi Chuanchuan’s reddening face, sensed trouble and promptly checked his pulse.
Yi Chuanchuan was also infected with a more severe form of smallpox!
“Go lie down in bed, do not leave the tent, I’ll go get your medicine.”
Yi Chuanchuan grabbed Doctor Lan’s wrist, “Uncle, can you tell me what’s wrong with me?”
Doctor Lan tried to stay calm, “You’ve got smallpox, but it’s alright, we have medicine.”
Yi Chuanchuan slowly released his hand, “Please go get the medicine for me, Uncle.” If there was medicine, why did his uncle look so worried?
Doctor Lan was deeply concerned, “Why hasn’t Miss Chu come back yet?”
Just then, a green silhouette approached him, “Doctor Lan, I heard the soldiers say you were looking for me?”
Doctor Lan whispered, “The smallpox has worsened.”
It had evolved? Chu Qingzhi felt a heavy weight in her heart; medicinal supplies were already scarce, and the second batch of resources had been hijacked. The situation was worsening, adding insult to injury.
“Organize the medics, isolate everyone infected with smallpox, and keep it quiet to avoid panic!”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go see Yi Chuanchuan and the others, and get the prescriptions ready.”
“Be careful, Miss. The three people in Yi Chuanchuan’s tent are all infected with a more severe strain of smallpox.”
“I understand, go on.”
They split up to take action.
Chu Qingzhi headed to Yi Chuanchuan’s tent and checked the pulses of the three men, confirming her fears, “It really has evolved!”
Yi Chuanchuan, watching her intently, asked anxiously, “What’s happening to us?”
Chu Qingzhi maintained her composure, “It’s just an infection, nothing more. I’ll go prepare some medicine for you. You three must not leave this tent, understood?”
Yi Chuanchuan nodded, “Understood.”