Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 17
On the ninth day of April, Zhu Yixi went to the medical office early in the morning and personally delivered chicken soup to the officers.

Supervising the General Medical Administration for nearly a month, directly and indirectly treating thousands of soldiers, all praised it.

In this chaotic world, if someone is sick and has medicine to take, it is already considered a merit.

Then he inspected again, and finally, he saw the doctor who came today——Zhang Jing, Jing Fu's second apprentice, and it was his turn to be on duty today.

After all, he is the apprentice of a genius doctor. The patients are very satisfied, and Zhu Yixi is also satisfied. He patted his shoulder and said:
"Would you consider coming to me in the future? Seventh-rank medical officer?"

"This—" Zhang Jing hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly refused: "This matter has to be decided by my master."

"All right!" Zhu Yixi was full of regret, and then got into the carriage and prepared to go back to Xi'an City leisurely.

There is no way, he has to go back to take a lunch break.

Since receiving two thousand shi of "moldy" grain outside the city two days ago, more than half of his inventory has disappeared.

In view of the fact that there are so many good things in the treasure chest of Prince Qin's Mansion, he couldn't control his hands and wanted to embrace them.

Therefore, he recently planned to find a bad rich man and have a friendly exchange.

Of course, everything has to be planned, foolproof.

However, speaking of it, there are quite a few rich men in Xi'an City.

Since the civil unrest in northern Shaanxi, as long as they have money, they have basically fled to Xi'an. Although they returned some later, there are still many.

After all, it is a provincial capital, so it naturally gives people a sense of security.

"Why so many people?"

There was a long queue at the gate of the city, and many people with their families and their families were unkempt and begged to let them go.

But the guards stood ready and refused the request without hesitation.

For a while, the noise was endless.

Zhu Yi, who was driving the car, hurriedly went down to inquire, and then replied: "I heard that there was another drought in the north. Seeing that the summer harvest was over, I couldn't harvest the seeds, so I ran to Xi'an in advance."

"It's really not the right time to come."

Zhu Yi sighed.

"Isn't it?" Zhu Yixi nodded in agreement.

Although there is little rain in the vicinity of central Shaanxi, it is not bad. It is considered an average year, and there should be a lot of grain in the summer harvest.

However, the summer grain is not on the market, and the arrival of a large number of victims will only cause the price of grain to skyrocket.

The victims of the disaster and the common people in Xi'an all had to eat high-priced grain, but the grain merchants were fattened and strong.

Sure enough, after returning to the city, the price of grain soared to six hundred qian per bucket, that is, six taels per stone.

Xi'an was extremely noisy in an instant, and the long queue to buy food for a while was almost invisible.

This is the troubled times!

Zhu Yixi sighed, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Robbing grain merchants!
First of all, it is rich and unkind, even if it is robbed, it will only make the common people applaud.

Secondly, grain merchants are more afraid of death and richer, making tens of thousands of taels is just like playing.

Having made up her mind, Zhu Yixi went straight to the Governor's Mansion.

In front of the Governor's Mansion, there are dozens of carriages, showing a luxurious air. The behavior of such a nouveau riche, you don't need to look at it as the military generals.

"You wait slowly!" The concierge took a piece of silver, and the smile on his face couldn't stop.

As he said that, he even arranged tea that only the distinguished guests had.

Zhu Yixi smiled, then sat and waited.

After half an hour, all the generals dispersed, and Zhu Yixi was taken away by his servants.

On the way, seeing the uneasy faces of the generals, Zhu Yixi thought about it, and after a while, he took out a golden bean and stuffed it into his hand: "What happened?"

The servant was overjoyed, and said in a low voice: "I heard that the imperial court is going to send a supervising army or something."

Zhu Yixi understood it, thanked him, and secretly pondered in his heart, Emperor Chongzhen, after holding back for half a year, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Although Sun Chuanting did not know exactly what month he would set out for the expedition, but at least it would be after the summer harvest.

However, I vaguely remember that Sun Chuanting and Chongzhen died in 16 years, and half a year later, Chongzhen wiped his neck and hanged himself.

What is this?Haven't I gathered enough wool yet?
Feeling suddenly depressed.

"Your Majesty has met Lord Governor!" Since the relationship is much closer, it is natural to use the governor's nickname to show the close relationship.

"Get up!" Sun Chuanting looked a little depressed, he sighed, and said, "Yixi, why are you here?"

Immediately calling out his name, Zhu Yixi was overjoyed, and then said: "I want to report to Governor Xian, I have seen hundreds of disaster victims in person, and they have been blocked outside the city, lest there will be trouble."

"Huh?" Sun Chuanting leaned forward and said seriously, "But there are civil disturbances?"

"No, what I'm worried about is the bubonic plague (plague)."

Zhu Yixi shook his head and said: "The plague will disappear last year, and the refugees will trek here. There will be hundreds of them, and there will be more in the future. If one of them gets the epidemic, it will spread and it will harm the army. It's just bad."

"You are right!"

Sun Chuanting was startled suddenly, and stood up directly: "That's right, we have to guard against it."

It was only then that he remembered that the plague had spread to the entire north, and the victims must most likely carry it.

As he said that, he asked with appreciative eyes: "It's very thoughtful of you to have such a mind to prevent Du Wei from getting worse."

Zhu Yixi seemed to hear the voice of increasing her favorability by ten.

"What can you do?"

Sun Chuanting then shook his head again: "The plague is raging, what can we do?"

"Du Xian, as far as I know, most of the people who have not got the big head plague have clean homes with few insects and snakes, and most of the people who died of the big head plague are unkempt poor people."

"That's why I boldly speculate that if the environment is cleaned and lime is sprinkled to keep insects and snakes away, it must be able to prevent big head plague."

Although he really wanted to tell Sun Chuanting clearly that the plague was simply plague, but how did he get it?
The plague is studied by modern people. It was Jiajing Kaibian. Fleas bit the gerbils, and the gerbils were passed on to humans and brought to the south of the Great Wall.

Therefore, the plague in the late Ming Dynasty spread from the Nine Sides, and then spread to the whole of North China and parts of the South.

He can't say that he saw a sick person being bitten by a mouse, can he?
Another name for plague is the big head plague, which is characterized by "edema" above the neck and severe itching leading to swelling of the head. It is called "big head disease" and "big head plague".

So, it might as well be a roundabout curve, anyway, the final way is the same.

"Your speculation makes sense!"

Sun Chuanting walked a few steps, thought for a long time, and finally said: "A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. It is better to have a method than nothing."

As he said that, he stared straight at Zhu Yixi with piercing eyes, and said, "I grant you the authority to prevent epidemics in the military, as long as it is reasonable, you can do it."

"Obey!" Zhu Yixi felt a heavy trust, which made him feel inexplicable.

"By the way, Yixi, do you have words?" Sun Chuanting asked with a smile.

"Your official is ashamed!"

"Shall I take one with you?"

"Thank you Du Xian!" Zhu Yixi thanked hurriedly.

"The tide is the evening tide, on the contrary it is the morning sun, how about the scenery?"

"Zhu Yixi, Zhu Jingming..." Zhu Yixi murmured a few words softly, and said joyfully, "Thank you Duxian for giving me the words."

Sun Chuanting stroked his beard with his hands and smiled, but his eyes were rather lonely.

(End of this chapter)