Be the emperor from the postman

He Jinzhao didn't expect that his literal order to exterminate rats would make the senior officials in Shaanxi think too much.

It's probably the right seat!
But he has no time to take care of the situation in Shaanxi. Three or two sick people have already appeared in the border guards patrolling outside the Great Wall. This kind of thing makes He Jinzhao very headache.

He can only ask people to isolate them and send people to take good measures to treat them. After the doctor returns, he will also sprinkle more alcohol to disinfect the side, take a hot bath, and burn all the clothes he is wearing.

"Master." Li Qingli shouted loudly as he stood outside the Great Wall, "I'm fine, it's just a cold."

"Well, tell me what herbs are missing. Don't let them walk around at will. Those who should patrol should still patrol."

"Yes."

Li Qingli responded, and turned back to the temporary field hospital, where several pots were boiling herbs, steaming.

Patrol soldiers have to drink herbal medicine to prevent one or two every day, so that even the patrolling people like them will get sick, and the outside of the grassland will be even more uncontrollable.

The two captains, Su De and Muren, patrol from east to west, every day.

Although at first I didn't understand why the commander-in-chief made it so grand, after all, countless people died of illness on the grassland.

But they still carried out the order firmly, and the long line of defense was almost divided into a small team to patrol.

Su De reined in the reins, untied the cloth scarf on his face, took a few breaths, and watched Muren riding over slowly.

"How about you?"

Muren took the cloth towel and shook his head: "The situation is not very good. Today, I have ordered people to burn seven corpses."

Su De was also in a bad mood. This time the plague killed a lot of people. He had burned more than 30 people in the past three days.

From the old to the young, everything is covered. Some people died so badly that no wild burials were allowed.

He specially went to a specific place to guard, and if someone came to see him off, he would immediately set fire to it with full armor.

The ignorant are fearless, and those herdsmen don't care about diseases or not.

Regarding this matter, Su De and Muren were quite helpless. Once a large-scale plague broke out in Mongolia and spread to the side walls of the Great Wall, who of them who are attached to the commander-in-chief can guarantee that they will not die?

"I have also sent people to shoot and kill a lot of mice in the past few days."

"May winter come soon."

Su De took a mouthful of alcohol, quickly sprayed it on the face towel, then hung it on his face, and took a deep breath.

The wine was too strong, and now he dared not drink it secretly.

The plague outside the Great Wall is rampant, but it has not yet affected the inside of the Great Wall.

He Jinzhao participated in the autumn harvest ceremony. After the heavy rain this year, there was a drought, but the harvest was still due to the hammer bandits organizing the construction of water conservancy, so that the people could work with peace of mind and don't have to worry about paying taxes, so everyone was very motivated.

If there is nothing to do every day, it is necessary to tend the fields all the time.

In this way, the fields have been taken care of comfortably, and the results fed back to the people are quite pleasantly surprised.

Rice has already been harvested in the plains of southern Shanxi, and soybeans, sorghum, cotton, and millet in northern Shanxi have also been harvested.

After He Jinzhao cut a bunch of millet, he raised his hand high, and with the sound of the drum, all the people around him rushed to work in the field first.

"My lord, this year's harvest should not be too bad."

Qiu Zhitao had inspected the surrounding fields a long time ago. Even though it was affected by natural disasters, it was not a waste of crops.

"Yeah." He Jinzhao held the sickle in his hand, sat by the field, and watched the people busy: "Are there any people infected with the disease in each village?"

"It does have a headache, so I sent people to see it. The doctor said that it doesn't look like a plague, but that the elderly and children get sick every day."

Qiu Zhitao has been doing cleaning work all the time, and he also knows the horror of the plague. Every time he looks through the records of the plague in the past, he can feel the insignificance of people.

The lord has just occupied the whole Jin Dynasty, and wants to accumulate for two years with peace of mind, fight against drought and flood, rely on himself to rule the people, and obtain enough food and grass, but the result is another great epidemic.

It's hard to accept whoever put it on.

"After the autumn harvest is over, the hard-working propaganda team will go to the villages and towns to condolences to the people."

He Jinzhao put on the bamboo hat and returned the sickle to the old farmer beside him. His fields were well tended by him.

The old farmer took the sickle and went to cut the millet vigorously. The commander-in-chief was able to choose their family's field. Tonight, he drank an extra bowl of turbid wine, his face was bright, and his son did not die in vain.

It was He Jinzhao's job to take care of the families of the soldiers who died in the war, and he had to make more money for others.

An old man stepped into the territory of Shanxi under the escort of 50 people.

He sat in the carriage, opened the curtain, and looked at the piles of rice piled up around him. Occasionally, there were old people and children picking rice ears in the field, and some people in the distance were holding fire sticks, and they had been smoking the mouse hole, betting with others that they would be able to smoke Come out with a mouse.

Wu Youxing put down the curtain, pinched his beard and thought carefully.

The north has never heard of a major epidemic.

But he received a letter from his old friend Li Shuchu, saying that there was a plague in Shanxi and asked him to help.

Wu Youxing went all the way north from his hometown in Nanzhili, and he also saw the tragic scenes in Henan. He thought that there would be bandits in Shanxi, plus the plague, it would be a tragedy on earth.

That's why he came to Shanxi resolutely.

Wu Youxing has prepared himself psychologically, never thinking that the scene in the Tao is not what he imagined.

What about the ten rooms and nine empties as agreed, and the bones exposed in the wild?

These people don't look like they are sick at all.

But after thinking about it, he didn't think that Li Shuchu was the one who would lie to him about this kind of thing.

Perhaps farther north.

He just walked all the way, watching all the way, Wu Youxing only felt that the people in Shanxi were enjoying the joy of the autumn harvest, and even watched a social drama in the passing villages and towns.

Here and the miserable image in Henan, it is the difference between heaven and hell.

No one who was sick had ever seen it. Wu Youxing also asked the local people. He was surprised to hear that Marshal He launched a campaign to eradicate rodents for the whole family and paid attention to personal hygiene and being a clean person.

Hammer Bandits?

Marshal He?
It wasn't until Wu Youxing arrived in Piantou County that he met his old friend Li Shuchu. The two greeted each other excitedly after being separated for several years.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you, a miracle doctor."

After the two chatted for a few words, Wu Youxing asked directly: "Ke Tian, ​​are you trying to deceive me by writing?"

"Also, how can I deceive you."

Li Shuchu told him about the plague situation outside the Great Wall, and also about He Jinzhao's actions.

Hearing Wu Youxing's surprise again and again, he finally wanted to understand why He Jinzhao asked the people of Shanxi to exterminate rats and pay attention to personal hygiene.

"Is this person really a thief?"

"Hey." Li Shuchu hastily pawed him, "Don't say that about Marshal He, this move will certainly cause countless living people."

Wu Youxing pinched his beard and recalled the situation when he entered Shanxi. He saw the old man tending the fields, heard the sound of children reading aloud, the chant of farmers and soldiers practicing, and the loud applause of people watching social dramas.

Such a stable life turned out to be under the rule of "bandits" recognized by the court.

On the other hand, the people under the rule of the imperial court were mostly emaciated and unable to eat even if they worked all day long. Mosquitoes swarmed around the corpses on the road from time to time, which is not an illusion.

Comparing the two, Wu Youxing couldn't describe the absurd feeling that the world gave him in his heart.