Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 245 Black Death

While galloping outwards on horseback, a few sudden bells came to Song Qingshu's ears. Suddenly he reined in his horse and stopped. He turned his head and saw a huge cross standing behind the stacked houses. Song Qingshu suddenly slapped his head, He turned his head and waved again.

"Go and pick up Father Tang Ruowang first!"

Following Song Qingshu's rising tide, the preaching in Dai County went smoothly. Now Tang Ruowang, who has built a cathedral, was leading the believers to chant sutras when Song Qingshu came. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu dragged him away, so anxious that the foreign monk screamed. .

Jijiazhuang is also located on a very fertile tidal flat by the Hutuo River. After more than 200 years of annexation, the nine floors of land here all belong to the Ji family. The tenants, among the hundreds of powerful families, big and small, the Ji family is considered the top one.

However, when Song Qingshu came, Ji's house was not in a good place. Strips of white cloth were hung from the village to the village, and weeping could be heard everywhere, and everyone was wearing hemp and mourning.

"Oh, Song Jiaoyou, do you want me, the priest, to celebrate mass for someone?" Tang Ruowang asked suspiciously in his weird interpreter voice as he watched this scene being snatched by bandits all the way.

Looking around, his face became more gloomy, while Song Qingshu snorted and didn't answer.

The compound of Ji's family is not small this time. Seeing that it was Song Qingshu, the powerful leader protecting Dai County, who came, the servants at the door hurriedly announced loudly, explaining hurriedly to Song Qingshu as he walked.

"A few days ago, my master was suffering from a sudden cold, so he went there last night. He just had a funeral today, and he hasn't had time to send you an invitation, Marshal. Please forgive me!"

Before he finished speaking, the mourning hall had arrived. Hearing the violent coughing, Song Qingshu couldn't help trembling. Suddenly he stopped, took out the handkerchief Li Baoer embroidered for him from his pocket, and withdrew it into three pieces. , handed it to Tang Ruowang and Zhou Yuji, and at the same time told the guards behind: "You wait here, you must not come in without orders!"

"Yes, handsome!"

Amid the tidy promises, Song Qingshu tightly wrapped his handkerchief around his mouth and nose, and tied it on the back of his head. For some unknown reason, Zhou Yuji thought it was the rules of Tang Ruowang's foreign religion, and Tang Ruowang thought it was the local mourning rules. What nonsense, following Song Qingshu's appearance and covering up his nose and mouth, the group entered the mourning hall.

Life is really like a dream. Three days ago, the fat man was alive and talking with him, but now he is lying straight in the coffin. It’s not over yet. The coffin is open. It can be seen that some makeup has been used, even though he is dead Fatty Ji looked pretty good. In front of the mourning hall, his eldest son Fatty Ji led a few brothers, and his wife was crying there, and paper was crackling in the brazier.

"Marshal is indeed my father's best friend during his lifetime. My nephew, on behalf of my father, would like to thank you, Marshal!" Seeing that Song Qingshu was the first to rush over, this season the little fat man was so moved that his nose burst into tears, and he was about to hug his legs when he came up. , usually enduring disgusting Taoism, at this time Song Qingshu didn't dare to let him rub his nose, went up and kicked him aside, and at the same time directly compared Zhou Yuji.

"Pick out Ji Tianli's clothes!"

"What are you going to do?" The whole mourning hall screamed, and the brothers of the Ji family stopped immediately, and they were going to stop them. Seeing this momentum, amidst the sound of scratching, the twelve guards of the beggar army drew their swords together As soon as the blade came out, the women in the mourning hall were frightened and screamed, and the younger generations of the Ji family staggered back two steps, especially the second child of the Ji family, who simply sat down on the ground again, and immediately screamed violently. Coughed up.

"Go out!"

With a sullen face, he yelled in a muffled voice, and drove back a dozen or so guards. Song Qingshu managed to show a good face.

"Ji Yuanwai's death was too sudden. Someone reported that someone had poisoned Ji Yuanwai, so this commander rushed over to investigate!"

"Okay, cough cough cough, I said why father died so suddenly, it must be the boss who murdered you for money, plotting our Ji family's property!"

He didn't even care about coughing, and Ji's second son jumped up like a spring. In a word, the little fatty Ji's forehead immediately popped up when he heard it, and the hair on his neck stood up like a fighter in a rooster, and he was also gnashing his teeth shouted and cursed.

"Fart, my father made me the steward of our Ji family before he was alive! How could I harm my father, but you, the second child, you may have infected him with your father's disease on purpose, and you are the murderer!"

In a blink of an eye, the mourning hall was once again a pot of porridge. In order to fight for the family property, the brothers blushed and had thick necks, like a group of fighting cocks. Song Qingshu shook his head when he heard it, and didn't care about these unfilial sons. Fatty Ji's shroud exposed the body of the corpse, and the shocking ulcers on his chest were immediately revealed.

Before Zhou Yuji backed away in disgust, the foreign monk Tang Ruowang sat on the ground with his legs limp, and uttered a sentence in foreign language.

"Blake is arrested!"

Now Song Qingshu's heart sank completely.

What the hell is the Black Death!
This thing can simply be called the Black Death!One-third to two-thirds of Europe's population was lost due to the outbreak of the Black Death. From the 30th century to the era of Song Qingshu, the Black Death deprived nearly 2000 million people of their names. Many historical records , The severe debilitation at the end of Ming Dynasty was also inseparable from the Black Death. When Li Zicheng attacked Beijing, it was because of the large-scale epidemic of plague in the [-] Beijing camp that he almost took the capital without bloodshed, and the Dashun army was so easily defeated. At the hands of the Qing army, the country was lost in a blink of an eye. It was also because the plague spread violently in the north with the retreat of the Dashun army. It is said that because of the plague in the past ten years, the population in the late Ming Dynasty dropped from [-] million to about [-] million.

I didn't expect to let myself run into it!

No longer in the mood to stay, Song Qingshu turned around and left while dragging Tang Ruowang, who was in a daze, and Zhou Yuji, who was confused, staying one minute longer would increase the chance of being infected!

But if he wanted to leave, he couldn't. There was no reason to make a fuss. Seeing that Song Qingshu was about to leave, the brothers of the Ji family hurriedly blocked the way.

"Marshal, what happened? Was my father killed by the boss?"

This time Ji's second child's face was a little dark, and he was still thinking about that little family wealth. Song Qingshu saw it as pathetic, and while quickly retreating, he pointed at the brothers of Ji's family and shouted.

"Your family has already been plagued by the plague. You can prepare for the funeral. If you don't want your family to die! Hurry up and bury the body, isolate all the sick people, and thoroughly disinfect Zhuangzi. That's all, let's go." !"

Come and go in a hurry, seeing Song Qingshu disappear in a flash, several brothers and relatives of the Ji family looked at each other, for a while, couldn't suppress it, this time Ji's second child coughed violently again, swiped and pulled, more than ten people looked like gods to avoid plague All the same things went aside, and there was no more arguing at the moment, Fatty Ji yelled: "Come on, take the second master down quickly, shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"That's right!" The brothers who were helping the second child just now nodded their heads together.

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The form of the camp in the south of the city was not optimistic either. As soon as Song Qingshu came back, Sun Chuanting greeted him anxiously.

"Master, something is wrong!"

On the bunk of the tent, a few people were black all over, lying stiffly on the bed, and the rest were coughing violently. Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu's heart was almost in his throat. The more densely populated the place, The easier it is for infectious diseases to break out, this plague can destroy his entire army of beggars!

"Pull out the dead bodies immediately and burn them! All these sick people are quarantined! The whole army monitors them, and if anyone is sick, they will be quarantined immediately!"

"As ordered!"

The enemy is not scary, but this man with wounds on his face, died like a ghost. Even a man like Zhou Yuji who crawled out of the dead was panicked, promised loudly, and rushed out, but Song Qingshu turned around and wanted to go out Suddenly, a sick pawn hugged his leg violently.

"Help me, Commander! The little one has a [-]-year-old mother to support, so he can't die!"

Just as he was about to pull his legs out quickly, Song Qingshu glanced at him and suddenly picked up his collar in shock.

"You were one of the few people who threw grain that day, where did you throw that wheat?"

"Come back, come back to Commander, little ones, look, it's a pity to see the wheat, divide it, divide it and take it home!"

"You bastards! Not only are you courting death yourself! You're also damning your parents and fellow villagers. Come and find out the homes of those [-] people immediately. Hurry up, or there will be a plague in Tuntian Zhuangzi!"

Furiously, he threw the man away, Song Qingshu rushed out of the tent and roared, listening to several sick pawns in the tent crying in regret.

Fortunately, it was discovered that about 33 people in the musketeers and light sabers had suffered from the Black Death, [-] of them were throwing food that day, and the rest were their teammates in the tent who hurriedly finished their own troops. After ordering the army to retreat immediately and quarantine, Song Qingshu hurriedly wanted to go back to Dai County, so that Cao Sanxi, Shi Tianfu and the others were going to rush to buy Coptis chinensis, Cortex Phellodendri and other medicines to deal with the coming great plague.

But before he could go out, Sun Chuanting stopped him again.

"Mr. Sun, it's urgent!"

"Marshal, please follow me for a moment, just a moment!"

In astonishment, he followed Sun Chuanting to the sentry tower of the military camp, and followed his finger to look over in bewilderment. For a moment, Song Qingshu was also stunned.

The more than 4 prisoners were locked alone in a prisoner-of-war camp trapped by ditches and deer villages. At a glance, there were patients with severe coughs everywhere, and the messy corpses fell on the ground. The whole scene was like hell. Damn it, Song Qingshu was shaking from dizziness after reading it.

"How long has it been going on?"

"Five days, there were only a few people at the beginning, but it quickly spread!"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

This time, Sun Chuanting shook his head heavily...

(End of this chapter)