Chapter 180 Taoyuan Divine Envoy
"Doctor Gu! Doctor Gu!"

Fang Sanxi, wearing a melon-shaped hat, waved excitedly at an old man standing at the door of a clinic.

Doctor Gu’s eyesight was not very good. He squinted for a long time before he finally recognized who was calling him.

"But Boss Fang?" Doctor Gu's voice was hoarse and his breath was a little weak.

There is a shortage of doctors and medicine in the city. There are few medicinal materials left in the clinic and everyone is struggling to survive.

Fang Sanxi trotted over, but when he was still about ten steps away, Doctor Gu shouted at him to stop.

"Don't, don't go any further!" Doctor Gu coughed a few times and said intermittently: "I have, I have been infected with the plague. Be careful not to be infected by me."

His original intention was to please Fang Sanxi, but Fang Sanxi burst into laughter after hearing what he said, and walked forward a few steps faster.

"Doctor Gu, you can't infect me." Fang Sanxi turned around twice in front of Doctor Gu. "I was infected with the plague two months ago. I suffered for half a month and thought I was going to die. But God has eyes and sent a messenger, so I am alive again. Now I am not afraid of any plague at all."

His strange words attracted the people's attention away from the caravan.

"Boss Fang, are you telling the truth?"

A voice came cautiously from behind the door.

Fang Sanxi took a look and found that it was Wu Gui, the peddler who used to buy goods from him.

Wu Gui's condition looked very bad. His face was pale and the cheeks that originally had some flesh were now just a layer of skin. He was wearing a dirty cotton jacket and was swaying inside it. One could tell with the naked eye that he didn't have much time left.

Fang Sanxi nodded hurriedly and raised his voice, "Everyone listen to me! I am not lying! This time I brought the gods' messengers with me! They brought food and medicinal materials! To help everyone get through this difficult time!"

He pointed to the caravan that was moving things nearby.

The caravan found a nearby open space and piled up ten large iron pots.

Eight pots are used to cook porridge, and two pots are used to boil medicine.

Seeing the white rice being poured into the pot, the terminally ill people couldn't help but gather around.

But they knew their situation and did not dare to get too close. They just watched from afar as the group of strangely dressed people were busying themselves.

They were wearing the same grey jacket with the word "Taoyuan" embroidered in red thread on their chests.

A black flag with the words "Taoyuan" embroidered in gold thread was hung on the car.

Fang Sanxi spoke up at the right time to clear up everyone's confusion.

"They are from the Taoyuan Caravan. You must not know where Taoyuan is, right? It's Yaocheng in the northwest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gasp from the crowd.

There is no other reason, because Yaocheng is too far away from Yuzhou.

One is at the easternmost part of Daewoo, and the other is at the westernmost part of Daewoo.

They never imagined that this group of people would come here from Yaocheng.

And Fang Sanxi continued speaking.

"A great immortal has come to Yao City. Now the three cities in the northwest have merged into one and are called Taoyuan City. This caravan was specially sent by the immortal to save the people from danger. They have saved many people along the way. Those people admire Taoyuan City and are heading there!"

Fang Sanxi licked his lips.

"I wanted to follow them, but since Yuzhou is my hometown and many people in Yuzhou are in dire straits, I brought the gods' messengers with me and let my wife and children go with them to the northwest!"

He was not the only one who did this. Many people in similar situations also sent their wives and children to follow the caravan to Taoyuan City.

"The messengers have the prescription, and they have brought enough medicinal herbs and food. We will definitely be saved!" Fang Sanxi shouted, slapping his thigh.

After he said this, the street became silent except for the sounds of the caravan's busy people.

The people seemed unable to believe that such a good thing could happen, and their sickly faces were numb.

Fang Sanxi sighed inwardly, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the woman who had seen him contract the plague.

"Li Niang!" he exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw the beautiful woman who looked sick. Her name was Li Niang. She came to Wancheng with her husband last year and opened a tofu shop at the city gate.

When Fang Sanxi's family was infected with the plague and passed through Wancheng, Li Niang gave his daughter a handful of fried beans.

"Boss Fang." Li Niang smiled, her voice weak, as if she was about to die at any moment, "You are really well."

Fang Sanxi nodded vigorously and wiped his face with his hand. "We will be fine! We will!"

After a long time, someone among the people suddenly cried out, and then all the people began to cry loudly.

They did not wait for their officials or the imperial court, but after giving up, they waited for the immortal from Taoyuan City.

Some people couldn't help but kneel on the ground and kowtow to the caravan.

Soon, one by one, they all knelt on the ground, kowtowed and cried to the caravan.

"Thank you, God's messenger, thank you, Immortal."

"Thank you, God's messenger, thank you, Immortal."

Many people in the caravan had tears in their eyes.

Even though this was not the first time they had encountered such a situation, they were still deeply moved and felt very sympathetic towards these people.

Fortunately, fortunately there are girls.

If not for her, who would pull these people out of the abyss?
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Half an hour later, a long line formed in front of eight large pots of cooking rice porridge.

The thick rice porridge had no stones or sand, and everyone could get a full bowl.

Some people cried while holding a full bowl of porridge, not caring at all that their fingers, which were cracked and purple from the freezing cold, were now red from the hot bowl.

Long Si knocked the iron pot with a large iron spoon and said loudly: "For those who are sick and can't get out, please help bring a bowl. We have brought enough food, and everyone in the city will have a share!"

Seeing this, Li Niang dragged her sick body and walked back home with difficulty.

Lying on the bed was a man with sunken eye sockets, breathing out more than inhaling.

Li Niang took a deep breath and quickened her pace.

"Da Hammer, we are saved."

She carefully helped the man up from the bed and fed him the bowl of porridge that had been warmed by the cold wind.

The man opened his eyes dazedly and reached out his hand to push her away.

“You, you drink…”

Tears rolled down Li Niang's eyes.

"Dachui, a divine messenger has arrived with food and life-saving medicine. Smell this rice porridge, it smells so good. Drink it quickly. I'll go get the medicine after you finish it."

After hearing what she said, the man finally opened his mouth to drink the porridge.

As soon as the rice porridge entered his mouth, the man's dull eyes brightened up.

It seems that his wife did not lie to him, and someone really came to rescue them.

After feeding her husband the rice porridge, Li Niang took an extra bowl and went out.

She had to go get her share.

Long Si felt sorry for her and put half a spoonful of porridge into her bowl.

"Drink it quickly. Only after you finish drinking it will you have the strength to deliver the medicine to your husband."

Li Niang nodded, not caring about the heat, and drank from the bowl of porridge in big gulps.