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The sun was scorching hot in August, and the soybeans in the fields were a little wilted. Obviously, the cloud that rained yesterday did not float here. If you do not water in time at this time, it will inevitably affect the growth of the beans in the pods.

On the way to the village, you can see a high waterwheel standing on the shore, motionless, the wooden water tank in front of the waterwheel is a little cracked by the scorching sun, and a little spark can make it burn .

As long as someone pulls out the stick with the banner stuck and opens the gate on the canal, the waterwheel that turns "squeaky" can lift the water into the trough and flow into the field along the extended canal.

It's just that no one can be seen in the whole field outside the village. There are only some weeds under the big tree for farmers to rest in the field, shaking their heads in the breeze, but the cicadas are extraordinarily happy.

A puff of smoke rose from the dry dirt road, and Peel was engrossed in his grip on the handlebars, as he steered his tricycle, powered by a small internal combustion engine, to his destination on a "~"-shaped path.

Compared to the "~" and the "?" that he ran out of when he first hit the road, he can be considered a talent in driving a tricycle.

The scene in the fields made the veteran very worried. He was stationed in the highlands to the north, but the military rations were purchased here. If the grain production here was reduced or even failed, they would have to go hungry.

The only thing that reassured him was the goodies sent by the giant dragon together with the tricycle last night.

The wooden door of the village was tightly closed, and a young man was sitting under the shade on the wall. He jumped up quickly when he saw a strange thing coming towards him.

Pil finally stopped the tricycle by relying on the wooden door. He called to the young man at the door, "Is the radish in your village dead? If he doesn't die, call that big radish out!"

He chose this village when he was fighting for a mission yesterday, because his former team leader was injured ten years ago and retired as a bodyguard for a caravan that transported food to the army. Later, when the caravan was buying food here, he confronted a little widow So I settled down here to get married and have children.

Such retired soldiers are the main force in the village because of their high strength, whether they are destroying monsters or fighting for water sources in the village, and they are knowledgeable and flexible, so their status in the village is no worse than that of the village chief.

When he was born, his parents were collecting radishes in the field, and his name was "radish".

With acquaintances here, Peel's work is easy to unfold.

"[**Foul language]!" A bald man in his fifties quickly appeared on the wooden door, "Why did you come here, you rotten pear?"

Peel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old captain, and shouted: "It's good that you're not dead, just open the door and let me in, I'm here to deliver medicine to you!"

The village door opened soon after, and when Pil entered, he found that it was similar to the village where he was stationed, and it was lifeless.

"Why are you here?" Lord Radish asked, "Why are you wearing such a weird vest on a hot day, what is printed on the back, what are you riding on, and what medicine did you bring?"

Peel pulled the car into the shade under the fence and listened carefully, and said, "Don't ask so much, I'll talk to you later, and work now."

"Hurry up and take me to the patient in your village, eat early and be good."

Grandpa Radish has long been accustomed to his style of working first and then talking nonsense. He just asked worriedly, "Is your medicine expensive?"

"No money!" Peel said, "We don't charge for the medicines delivered by the Knights. Our chief is Earl McGarden, you know what I mean."

"Does your village count?"

After hearing the name of the local tyrant in the north, Master Radish was relieved. In the past two years, this master sold green vegetables at a high price in winter, and he could not drink enough of his two more potions.

"Come with me." Lord Radish said, "The old village chief died of illness a few days ago, and I am the village chief now."

Pil sighed, he took a briefcase from the tricycle, and asked the old captain to help carry the wooden box containing the potion, and then began to dispense the medicine.

On the way, Lord Radish sighed: "There used to be about 200 people in our village. More than 30 people have died in the past few days, and there are still 50 or 60 people who are sick."

Peel also sighed and said, "It's good for your village to have a well. I heard that there are several villages that rely on the river to drink water, and all the people died."

Lord Radish shook his head and said, "Fortunately, the well tax charged by the lord of our village is not high, and most of the people fetch water from the well, otherwise our village would not be much better."

"Fortunately, Bishop Luwen will come to the village every other day to bless the patients, otherwise many people will not be able to survive now."

"After the old village chief left, I went to the castle to find the master and wanted to ask him to buy some medicine for everyone, but his family had already run away."

They came to the first patient's house, which smelled of herbal cigarette smoke, and a sick man lay asleep in bed. The patient's one or two-year-old child was crawling and playing on the ground. A rope was tied around the child's waist and the other end of the rope was tied to the leg of the table.

Lord Radish said to Peel, "The man in this family fell ill yesterday. His wife went out to dig wild vegetables and only came back in the afternoon."

"He drank some commonly used herbs, but the effect was almost useless. We could only use a stopper to plug him up so that he could draw less water."

Peel took a form and pencil from his briefcase, wrote something briefly on it, and asked, "Can I wake him up, I want to ask him a few questions."

Grandpa Radish looked at him in surprise, "You will heal?"

Peel replied: "I just asked according to the doctor's instructions, and I will let the doctors judge when I go back."

The patient was quickly woken up by Lord Radish's two slaps, and Pil was a little startled.

The patient hurriedly struggled to sit up when he heard that someone had come to deliver medicine, and Peel hurriedly told him to lie down.

From the simple question and answer, it can be seen that the patient went to water the fields a few days ago, but his hands touched the river water. Before returning to eat, he did not wash his hands carefully, but simply rinsed with well water, and finally he was recruited.

At this time, Mr. Radish filled a glass of water in a cup according to Peel's instructions, and poured a thumb-sized bottle of fungicide extracted from maple syrup.

After the patient got up and took the potion, he drank it as if he was drinking nectar.

"You lie down and have a good rest." Peel put the medical record paper back in the bag, "It's best to drink some watery goo for dinner today, and I'll come and see later."

After coming out of this house, the two came to the patient's house opposite the door.

There is a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old in this family who is kneeling on the floor with her hands folded and singing a prayer song:

"It's really hard for my mother to be sick."

"I want to ask a doctor to take medicine, but my family has no money."

"Kneel down and ask my **** to heal her."

"The power of light comes full,"

"Sing a song and the whole family is happy."

"Pray for God's grace~lightnovelpub.net~Thank God for grace."

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After the girl finished singing and stood up, Lord Radish knocked on the door lightly and said, "Girl, someone has brought medicine."

The girl was instantly ecstatic, and immediately knelt down and sang:

"My God, I thank and praise You,"

"You are merciful and loving, and give birth to mortals."

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Peel outside the door pouted, he believed in the **** of war, and Earl McGarden said that his relationship with the soul and the **** of dreams is very strong. What does this have to do with the **** of light.

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