Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Gathering the Troops Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Gathering the Troops “You’re in charge of finding water,” Li Wenli answered for everyone, smiling genially.
“…” Rabbit.
At such a critical ti, still concerned about water! The boss really is a foodie!
That was how the situation was settled.
Though Ah Dao was unwilling, given that he was the eldest, he could only take care of the younger ones to so extent.
Ah Seng and Smiling Face were skilled in kung fu, but letting the two of them go into the bandit’s den alone was indeed worriso. Besides, compared to staying behind to oversee everything, it was more appropriate for him to cover for them.
But he was a Death Warrior for Li Wenli, and now he was the Li family’s only Death Warrior left. His father’s and brother’s dying words had all been to protect the young master to the death and not to leave his side for a single step.
Yet the young master was sending him out on an errand!
Ah Dao frowned slightly, his mood dampening as he retreated back onto the carriage roof.
The young n could all see that Ah Dao was moody again.
However, the Old Monk remained still and unmoved in his ditation.
Smiling Face, on the other hand, scratched his head with a twinkle in his eyes, “Actually, the two of us could go. By the way… what does arsenic look like?”
“I don’t know,” answered the Old Monk calmly.
Smiling Face’s smile briefly paused, then shone even brighter.
“No matter, when the ti cos we’ll just capture soone and ask them. If one person doesn’t work, we’ll grab two. There’s bound to be soone who recognizes it. If all else fails, taking Doctor Wang with us works too, he would definitely recognize it.”
“…” Ah Dao.
These two rascals, acting as if they’re just running errands in soone else’s ho. And even considering taking hostages.
As the two of them planned more and more outlandish sches, Ah Dao, with a darkened face, knocked on the carriage roof.
The Old Monk and Smiling Face simultaneously looked up, only to see Ah Dao reluctantly saying,
“I’ll only be gone for one shichen. If I’m overdue, you two will have to handle it yourselves.”
Upon hearing this, Smiling Face’s eyes curved joyously, his row of small white teeth dazzling, “Alright.”
Li Wenli watched leisurely from outside the horse carriage as the trio made their plans, lips curving into a smile.
After deciding who would go to retrieve the arsenic, Li Wenli spoke with Xiao Chan about arrangents for the refugees, and Xiao Chan, listening attentively, took careful notes before eventually leaving.
At this ti, most of the refugees were by the river under Doctor Wang’s leadership, searching for Artemisia and Bupleurum.
Those who remained were either sick or too weak to move.
Xiao Chan scanned the surroundings several tis, eventually setting her eyes on those robust young n lurking in the corners who seed very alert.
“You there, co and give us a hand,” she said.
“?” The Qiu family mbers all turned around in unison, a look of confusion on their faces.
Others similarly singled out for their noncommittal stance until now also looked on.
Despite Xiao Chan being only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, she was a mber of the Seven-Person Team, after all.
Since everyone currently relied on the Seven-Person Team, these individuals from different factions also had to respond to the call.
Old Uncle Qiu had actually intended to lead his family away from the main group, but Miss Junjun had suggested waiting a bit longer to see how the situation developed.
So, Old Uncle Qiu had temporarily refrained from acting.
When Doctor Wang returned from the side of the horse carriage to gather people to look for dicinal herbs by the river, Old Uncle Qiu subconsciously looked at Bai Junjun.
At that mont, Bai Junjun was simply resting her chin in her hands, a look of keen interest on her face.
Seeing that Bai Junjun made no comnt, the rest continued sitting still, following her lead.
Little did they expect, shortly after, Xiao Chan would co over to muster the troops.
The crowd glanced at each other, unsure whether to step forward or back, when Bai Junjun said, “Go and have a look. Cooperate with their efforts.”
With Bai Junjun’s word, Old Uncle Qiu and his group sluggishly got up and walked towards Xiao Chan.
“Fellow fathers and brothers, neighbors and fellow refugees in hardship, I believe we all understand the predicant we face today. Malaria lurks like an invisible specter at our sides, ever watchful, ready to pounce at any mont of complacency.”
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