soon.

Fang Ying, Wu Mei, and the Zhou family were all vaccinated with cowpox.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Everything that needs to be done has been done, and the rest is left to God.

Fang Ying pulled Zhou Ping over and said, "Brother Zhou, go look for cows infected with cowpox and breed them to the people in the village according to this method."

"good!"

Zhou Ping nodded: "It's getting late. You and the second lady have dinner first, and you can just leave this matter to me."

"Brother Zhou, don't forget, there is also the Li family and the inn. Throw things in through the wall and tell them how to use them..."

As he said that, Fang Ying sighed: "I don't know what the situation is like over there, but how many can be saved?"

"Erlang Gaoyi, that's it!"

Zhou Ping clasped his fists, turned around and left in a hurry.

…

The Zhou family all dispersed.

They witnessed the whole process of vaccination with their own eyes and were anxious to vaccinate their neighbors, so they all went out, leaving only the old woman to prepare dinner for Fang Ying and the two of them.

By this time it was already dark.

The whole village was plunged into darkness.

The side room was on a short table, the lanterns were jumping, Fang Ying and Wu Mei were sitting on the couch eating, running all the way, and encountered this thing again when they arrived at the village.

The two of them were hungry and exhausted.

The old woman brought the steaming food to the table with a smile.

"Erlang, Second Madam, we are in a remote and remote country, and there is nothing to entertain. I killed a native chicken, so you should not dislike it."

Fang Ying quickly took it and said with a smile: "Thank you, madam. Please invite the children and come over to eat together."

"No, no need."

The old lady waved her hands quickly: "When we were cooking just now, my children and I had already eaten. You are welcome to eat."

With that said, he backed out.

Fang Ying and Wu Mei were already starving.

Drinking the delicious chicken soup and eating Hu pancakes, I ate with relish.

Wait until you have eaten and drank enough.

Fang Ying opened the door and planned to go outside for convenience.

But he saw that the light in the next room was on, and a pair of young children from the Zhou family were reflected on the window paper, seemingly sitting on the couch having a meal.

"Huh? Haven't they eaten?"

Fang Ying was confused and stepped into the next room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the little grandchildren of the Zhou family. The two little guys were surrounding the short table, holding a sea bowl and eating.

"Brother Fang?"

The two children stopped immediately.

Facing Fang Ying, he looked shy.

"Little guys, what good food can you eat?"

Fang Ying walked over with a smile and played with the two children.

"Brother Fang, do you want to eat?"

The grandson of the Zhou family was a little older, more than nine years old. He handed over the pancake in his hand, with his big innocent eyes open, and shared his delicious food with Fang Ying.

"No, you...wait!"

Fang Ying was halfway through speaking when he immediately realized something was wrong.

He took the pancake offered by the other party and took a bite. His expression suddenly changed and he almost spit it out.

Damn!

What the hell is this?

Fang Ying picked up the pancake and looked at it carefully under the dim light.

But I found that this so-called pancake only had a little wheat flour, and the rest was all unknown dry wild vegetables, which tasted very bad.

Fang Ying forced a smile and asked, "Do you usually eat this?"

"Um."

The grandson of the Zhou family nodded timidly.

After thinking for a while, he whispered: "If the harvest is not good, we won't be able to eat these wild vegetable steamed buns. We will just drink some thin rice soup..."

Thin rice soup?

Is it those rice soups shown on TV that can reflect people’s faces? What’s the difference between that and water?

Fang Ying looked ugly.

I feel like the chicken soup I just drank is no longer fragrant.

He clutched the wild vegetable dumplings and lowered his head, feeling filled with self-blame.

"Damn, I should have thought of that!"

"According to the rules, when a guest comes to the house, the host must accompany him at the dinner table no matter what. But today, the Zhou family allowed him to eat alone..."

"Give the chicken to the guests."

"My own child is eating vegetable balls."

"The people of the Tang Dynasty are so simple and heartbreaking!"

Fang Ying took a deep breath.

I secretly made up my mind.

Now that you are under my control, I will not let you live like this again!

I don’t have any say in other places, but I have the final say on my territory... Just wait, if I don’t make this place into Huaxi Village of the Tang Dynasty, I’m not a time traveler!

"Brother Fang, do you want to eat?"

The grandson of the Zhou family said timidly.

Although he was obviously very hungry, he still swallowed secretly and gave his meal to Fang Ying.

The children in the village mature prematurely.

From the conversations of the adults, they knew that Fang Ying was here to save them. Children knew that benefactors must be repaid for their kindness.

"I...eat."

Fang Ying's tone was dry, and he turned back to the house and brought over the dry biscuits prepared by his mother.

"Shall we switch?"

Fang Ying shook the pancake in his hand and forced a smile: "Your vegetable dumplings are delicious. How about I trade this with you?"

"It's Hu Cake!"

The little girl next to her has bright eyes.

Looking at the pancake eagerly, he swallowed greedily.

"No...don't change!"

The grandson of the Zhou family was also very greedy, but he refused stubbornly: "Brother Fang, don't think that we are just children and you are lying to us. Hu pancakes are more delicious than vegetable dumplings."

"Hey, you are wrong."

Fang Ying made a serious face and said, "If your guests want to eat your food, but you don't let them eat, wouldn't it be very rude?"

The Zhou family's grandson panicked: "Brother Fang, let's change."

"Well, that's right!"

Fang Ying smiled.

Put the Hu biscuits into the hands of the two children.

He picked up the vegetable dumplings on the table and smiled: "Then I'm not polite. Remember, this is our little secret. We are not allowed to tell adults."

"Yeah, yeah."

The two children kept nodding.

"Haha! Let's go."
To be continued...