Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 35: The Typhoon Is Coming

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lin Wanwan’s clan school doesn’t hold main classes all day; usually, there are literary classes in the morning and physical labor classes in the afternoon.

Lin Wanwan specifically learned military exercises from modern tis to teach the children, although she often lets them do labor for the clan as well, like cleaning, weeding, or catching insects; either way, it all counts as physical training.

Children in Great Tang Village could not possibly be as lazy or unknowledgeable about agriculture as modern children.

Lin Wanwan wanted to create a Peach Blossom Spring, not a valley of laziness.

The weather was gradually getting colder, and Lin Wanwan looked at the sky, thinking it might rain tomorrow. In fact, she had another worry; she was afraid a typhoon was coming.

The sky had been exceptionally beautiful these past few days, much like the phenonon before a typhoon arrives.

Lin Wanwan checked a lot of information in modern tis and knew that in the autumn of the third year of the Zhenguan era, the Great Tang experienced floods in many places. However, there was little she could change; managing her small area was already quite good.

Fortunately, the historical records of the flood-affected areas did not include Mao County, which relieved Lin Wanwan sowhat.

That night, little Qingyu clung to Lin Wanwan’s neck, listening to her tell bedti fairy tales.

This was a must-have routine for the mother and daughter. Little Qingyu was full of curiosity about the princes and princesses and foreign lands in the stories, always bombarding Lin Wanwan with countless questions.

Lin Wanwan could distinctly feel that little Qingyu’s vocabulary was rapidly expanding. At the age of four to five, it was the ti for language developnt, and little Qingyu was showing signs of being quite talkative.

Little Qingyu seed to gradually forget the past. Previously, she had wholeheartedly tried to please Lin Wanwan, but now she sotis showed opposition to Lin Wanwan’s words.

Lin Wanwan read in parenting books that this is a stage of opposition, a very normal growth process. Instead of feeling angry, Lin Wanwan was actually pleased.

Perhaps in the little one’s mory, she had already beco her real mother.

After all, she was only four years old, and mory is constantly being updated. People often have the consciousness to beautify their mories; forgetting the hardships of the past is quite possible.

After finishing a story and answering so childish and illogical questions, little Qingyu suddenly fell asleep.

Children tend to fall asleep so quickly and unexpectedly.

Lin Wanwan lay in bed and heard the wind whistling outside the window, thinking to herself, "Sure enough, the wind has started."

She got out of bed and walked to the window, taking a look outside. The small bamboo grove transplanted into the yard was being blown around by the wind, and the windows were rattling; rain had already started to fall.

Having lived in Yongcheng all her life, Lin Wanwan, who was accustod to typhoons, was 80-90% sure this was the arrival of a typhoon.

Tomorrow would definitely be a day of wind and rain.

Lying back in bed and listening to the wind and rain, Lin Wanwan couldn’t fall asleep and decisively opened the Space-Ti Gate, returning to modern tis.

Information about Xiao Tong’s descendants had already arrived on her WeChat from Lu Shouyue.

After thanking Lu Shouyue, Lin Wanwan sat quietly in the study, reading through the materials. Soon, she found Xiao Chong’s na, but the note beside it was quite shocking.

Xiao Chong, date of birth unknown, injured by chill, deceased in the third year of Zhenguan.

The third year of Zhenguan, isn’t that this year?!

Lin Wanwan frowned, no longer caring to study Xiao Chong’s family tree, and instead flipped open the Barefoot Doctor Manual to find out how to treat chill. She had already used dolls and pigskin to simulate injections many tis; even if dication didn’t work, injections could be tried.

She believed that illnesses untreatable in ancient tis should still have hope in modern tis.

If she could save Xiao Chong and change history, she would have an official ally in the Great Tang! There was also another reason, vaguely, Lin Wanwan simply didn’t want such a talented and handso man to die just like that.

After all, who wouldn’t feel a little more compassion for a beauty!

Lin Wanwan spent a long ti researching this illness in modern tis; checking the ti, she realized over two hours had passed unintentionally.

Lin Wanwan put away the book, turned off the computer, set her phone to airplane mode, and returned to the Tang Dynasty.

As soon as she landed, she heard crying and arguing outside the door.

What is happening in the middle of the night?

Lin Wanwan opened the door; she and little Qingyu were sleeping in the inner room, while today’s night watch was being done by Hua Nong in the outer room.

Lin Wanwan saw Lin ngli’s wife, Lin Chen, disheveled and held by the arm by Hua Nong, and asked, "Sister-in-law, what happened? Why do you look like this?"

Lin Chen shook off Hua Nong’s hand and rushed forward, trying to grab Lin Wanwan’s arm, but then stopped, anxiously speaking with a sob, "Wani, I shouldn’t disturb you in the middle of the night, but my son’s condition is dangerous; he has severe vomiting and diarrhea, a high fever, and convulsions. I’m so worried...

I know you treated little Qingyu a few months ago. Wani, you can practice dicine, right? Please save my son! I’m begging you! It’s the middle of the night; even if I went to the town, the doctors wouldn’t make a house call. I’m really out of options."

Hua Nong chid in to explain, "Madam, you instructed that you sleep deeply and shouldn’t be disturbed, so I stopped her from coming in... I didn’t expect to wake you after all."

Lin Wanwan nodded gently at Hua Nong, showing her approval. If Lin Chen had managed to break in and found her not in the room in the middle of the night, things would have been a big trouble.

The symptoms Lin Chen described sounded very much like convulsions from a high fever in children, and the vomiting and diarrhea could be autumn diarrhea, which was indeed very dangerous. The dical skills of Tang Dynasty doctors probably weren’t even as good as hers as a barefoot doctor.

Lin Wanwan imdiately said, "Sister-in-law, wait for to get the dicine kit, and I will go with you to see what’s going on."

With that, she turned back into the house, closed the door, and retrieved the dicine kit, which contained spare antidiarrheal dicine, probiotics, oral rehydration salts, fever reducers, and more.

Hopefully, it’s just an ordinary illness; if it’s sothing more severe, she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Carrying the dicine kit out, she instructed Yun Shang to watch over little Qingyu. Lin Wanwan donned the raincoat Hua Nong brought and nodded at Kun Lun, who was summoned from the front courtyard, instructing him to mind the door.

Kun Lun was on duty tonight watching the front courtyard because a lot of new grain was temporarily stored in the storeroom there; that’s why Lin Chen managed to knock on the west-side door of the courtyard and co in.

If Kun Lun had been guarding the gate, even if Lin Clan Leader ca knocking in the middle of the night, he probably wouldn’t have managed to get in either.

Kun Lun was like that, not very quick-witted, while Yun Shang, upon seeing it was Lin Chen and hearing about the child’s urgent illness, opened the door.

Outside, it was already a stormy night; Hua Nong followed behind Lin Wanwan, carrying a thermos bottle in her hand—sothing Lin Wanwan custom-ordered from modern tis, with a regular glass interior and a wooden exterior. The earliest thermos pots in ancient tis appeared in the Song Dynasty.