Nanshan Huangzhuang.


    Today is a relatively leisurely day.


    Earlier, several servants of the Marquis''s house had already taken batches of cotton padded clothes and coal stoves prepared by the workshop to sell them in the newly opened shop.


    With the publicity of the last treasure competition, Tang Hao didn''t have to worry about the sales of these two goods at all.


    The rest is that these servants are in charge of a shop and make profits by themselves.


    In the morning wind, with a little chill, the thick tea fragrance mixed with the intoxicating wine fragrance floated in the whole imperial villa courtyard.


    Tang Hao, standing on the earth slope, looked at the greenhouse that was about to be completed and smiled.


    There is no need to worry about vegetables this winter.


    It seems to have seen a picture of a family of three people talking and laughing happily with pure natural hot pot.


    The faint wind bell was mixed with this cry, which was sent to my ears by the breeze.


    "Hou ye, here you are."


    Tang Hao slowly turned his head and looked at the farmer driving three cows. He was quite surprised.


    "When did you raise the cattle?"


    There was a happy look on the old farmer''s face. He fainted and smiled at Tang Hao and shouted loudly.


    "The Marquis loves the people like a son. He gives us clothes, food, shelter and wages. I, a lonely old man, have long been satisfied."


    "I happened to be wandering around the market these days. When I met a cattle vendor, I fell in love with him at a glance. This is the Yellow Cattle in the north."


    "I bought some cattle with the rest of the money and silk, which can be regarded as a reward to the marquis."


    Tang Hao walked with his back to the old farmer.


    "Eat by hand and earn money by labor. Why did you ever owe me Tang?"


    "I have received this gratitude."


    Between the words, he stopped in front of the old farmer, smiled, pointed to the cattle behind and said.


    "I owe you this expense!"


    "Today I ordered the steward to return the capital of the cattle."


    Having expected that the old peasants would refuse, Tang Hao took the lead in waving his hand and pretending to be angry.


    "Don''t refuse. Otherwise, you look down on me!"


    Tang Hao''s magnanimity and being an old farmer are known. Nine cows can''t pull back what he believes.


    Just bow down and bow your hands.


    "Then I''ll thank the Marquis first."


    The polite words were commonplace, but Tang Hao''s eyes fell on the back of the old farmer''s curved hands.


    There seemed to be something unusual shaking in front of me.


    Curiously, Tang Hao took the old farmer''s hand and examined it carefully.


    Bean sized blisters adsorbed on the old man''s shriveled hands, or clustered together, or scattered sporadically.


    Most of the blisters have broken and scabbed, while others have been turbid and swollen, which seems to be ready to come out.


    "What is this? Why do you have these things on your hand?"


    The old farmer hurriedly took back his palm and said with some surprise.


    "Don''t touch the old man, Lord. I''m afraid the disease will be passed on to you."


    While talking, he took a small step away from Tang Hao, looked at the back of his hand, arched his back slightly, pointed to the Yellow Cattle behind him, and explained.


    "Cow, I''m sick. The old man doesn''t have money to see it. I didn''t expect the cow to rub on the branch for a few days."


    While talking, the old man raised his palm and said with a smile.


    "Strange to say, when the old man helped these cattle and sheep clean up those herpes, he also got sick."


    The old farmer pinched his palm and his arm, and added.


    "When I got sick, my whole body was as hot as a charcoal fire. And the handle hurt a lot."


    "The old man was thinking, this is the Lord of hell coming to collect me. I won''t live long."


    Speaking of this, the old man slowly raised his head, looked at Tang Hao and pulled out a bright smiling face.


    "Guess what?"


    "The old man''s disease, after two days in the nest, scabs have formed on his hands, and his whole body is no longer hot and painful. It seems that he is as good as a cow."


    "Look, the old man can still herd cattle and do farm work now."


    After that, the old man nodded at Tang Hao and said piously.


    "This man should be devoted to kindness and repay kindness. I have also entrusted the Lord''s blessing to live in a comfortable nest and eat a comfortable white meal."


    "Otherwise, I would have gone to the underworld to report."


    It seems that when people get old, there are many words.


    But in Tang Hao''s ears, he didn''t feel bored at all. Instead, he sounded more friendly like his grandfather.


    Especially after hearing this experience, Tang Hao felt a little astringent in his eyes and felt pity.


    When can Datang''s medical skills be improved so that these poor people will no longer suffer from illness.


    The palm gently put on the old man''s back. Tang Hao bowed down and said with a smile.


    "When you are old, you can herd cattle at ease. If you don''t worry about eating and drinking in the imperial villa, you will live for decades."


    The old farmer smiled brightly.


    "If you live for decades, don''t you think the old man is a monster in the mountains? Ha ha."


    "Well, well, the old man doesn''t say anymore. The cow has been hungry all night and is still waiting to eat grass."


    Seeing the old farmer leave, Tang Hao stood quietly by the dirt road, his thoughts rolling in his heart.


    What the old farmer got was cowpox, a virus passed from cattle and sheep to people.


    In this medical underdeveloped Datang, the old man may be the first person to be vaccinated in the whole Datang!


    If the old man knew about his accident, he would be free from the scourge of millions of smallpox.


    Will the old farmer be so happy that he can''t close his mouth?