Northern Song Dynasty Revitalization Strategy

Chapter 765 Under Nature, Everyone Is Equal

Zhao Chengyou dragged his concubines, but did not escape from Ezhou, and was found out by the people of Ezhou.

What is unpopular?This is.

"Zong Shaoqing, Zhao Chengyou finally caught him, and the matter of Ezhou is finally over." Yang Yao excitedly led Zongze's car and drove towards the prison of Ezhou Mansion.

Before being escorted back to Beijing, Zong Ze needs to confirm the culprit.

"Is it over? It's just begun." Zong Ze closed his eyes in the car to rest his mind, and shook his head when he heard Yang Yao's words.

Zongze's words, after all, refer to the perfect ending of the flood epidemic in Ezhou, or the battle between the literati and bureaucrats and clan relatives of the Song Dynasty and the officials.

"That's right, it will take some time to persuade the people to go down the mountain, and it will take some time to clarify the acres of land for resumption of production. This is the troublesome thing." Yang Yao nodded and said. farther away.

"More than 10 people died on South Jinghu Road. I don't know what's going on in the north. What a disaster." Zong Ze was full of emotion.

The plague in Laizhou was much smaller than the plague in Jinghu.

"This thing is so poisonous?!" Han Shizhong stared blankly at the number in his hand. He followed the official's instructions and cut off the transmission of the plague, but when he saw the number of deaths, he still scratched his head.

"Almost all those who got sick died. The head of the country has already arrived at Shanhaiguan and was stopped inside." Hu Yuan quietly held the goggle and observed the blood-red solution in the glass bottle, which contained the penicillium he extracted suspended. liquid.

Hu Yuan is trying to kill the small snails collected from patients with penicillin solution.

But the curative effect is not very good, the little Sumeria is alive and well.

"I thought the holy medicine I brought would be useful, but obviously it doesn't work." Hu Yuan said with a sigh.

"Keep this thing away from me!" Han Shizhong felt scared when he saw Hu Yuan playing with these glass bottles.

He saw with his own eyes a soldier who broke Hu Yuan's glass bottle, fell ill not long after, and was finally burned.

In his eyes, it's not the little Sumeru who is doing the tricks, it's clearly the official family and the ironclad evidence of Yan Luo's reincarnation!
Even a master of medicine like Hu Yuan has become a soul-stirring appearance.

"This kind of porcelain bottle was made for me by Wang Sanpin himself. It can't be broken easily, but can only be smashed if it is smashed hard." Hu Yuan explained.

How did the thing in the secret room appear in the hands of the soldier?Why did that person push back when I asked for it?How did it break the glass bottle?

Hu Yuan didn't care about these things, now is not the time, and he believed that Han Shizhong knew the identity of that person better than him.

"The head of the state is about to leave the customs, and he wants to take away Zhu Xiaosun's bones, but if we have any bones for him, they are all burned to ashes." Han Shizhong said with a frown.

Zhu Xiaosun was in Beidi, Zhu Xiaozhang followed Zhong Shizhong on Qinfeng Road, the two brothers performed very well.

This time, Zhu Xiaosun led people to clean up the epidemic area and got sick. He did not escape from the hands of the plague god because he was young and strong, and there was a genius doctor by his side, as the emperor of the Song Dynasty said. Instead, he left on the same day.

According to the official's instructions, Han Shizhong burned Zhu Xiaosun's body to ashes on the spot.

"The head of the country is a reasonable person." Hu Yuan put down the glass bottle in his hand a little disheartened, put on the eagle beak pocket and said: "You deal with it. I'll go to the village to have a look. There is no cure for this disease right now. be cured."

"You still want to go? Zhu Xiaosun is dead! Let me say that a torch can burn these villages down." Han Shizhong trembled all over. Since Zhu Xiaosun's accident, Han Shizhong stopped the soldiers from entering the village to clean up the epidemic area.

He decided to set fire to those villages!Isn't there a mouse?If you can't burn them, you can smoke them!

In fact, the extermination of rats outside the village is not just as simple as releasing snakes. What the soldiers do most is to find rat holes, flood, smoke, and use everything to exterminate rats.

"The people in the stockade?" Hu Yuan said in a low voice, wearing a cowhide armor with a hawk-beak pocket that had been cleaned and cleaned with plant ash.

"The living people with all beards and tails have moved out!" Han Shizhong also stood up, and lifted the curtain for Hu Yuan, who was somewhat inconvenient to move around in his clothes.

Hu Yuan walked out the door, walked a few steps and suddenly turned around and said, "There are still patients inside."

"But I have this disease! There is no cure! Give it up! If you burn it, you will be clean." Han Shizhong can't influence Hu Yuan's decision, and of course Hu Yuan can't influence Han Shizhong's decision.

Han Shizhong was already preparing to burn all the villages that were infected, a total of [-] villages.

This time the plague will stop the root of the disaster.

Hu Yuan walked into the deadly still village full of hay and wood, and saw the tragic situation in the village.

He didn't go into the house one by one, but looked at the food window on the window rail of the house. Anyone who had not touched the food in the food window, the people inside were already dead, or not far away from death.

The more Hu Yuan walked, the more disheartened he became, and nothing in the food window was touched.

After one night, the patients all left.

"What kind of shit doctor!"

Hu Yuan suddenly roared!
The village was about to be burned, but he came to Shenzhou from Bianjing, and then came to these villages, but he didn't save anyone. Even the official brother-in-law died in front of him!

A huge sense of powerlessness enveloped him. He still remembered the night when he rescued Wang Zhi, he asked himself, can a person's life only be decided by the heavens?
But this plague, which has been well controlled, told him the answer.

Hu Yuan walked out of the village, went to the closed room at the head of the village, took off the protective equipment step by step, and looked at the village in despair, powerless.

"Set it on fire, man, you're dead." Hu Yuan said to Han Shizhong who was waiting at the entrance of the village.

He looked at the village weakly, he didn't save anyone, everyone died.

"Fire the arrows!" Han Shizhong roared angrily, and the generals lit the arrowheads and shot them towards the village.

"Before the officials came, they told me that this disease is not curable, and I still don't believe it." Hu Yuan stared blankly at the fire in the village, and said in an almost empty tone: "When looking at the sheep from afar, occasionally There is such a sheep that lingers in the shade for a long time!"

"It is also listless when eating grass, or it is a good time to graze and fatten, but it lies down and rests, dawdling and finally leaves the pasture at dusk!"

"Listen to me, don't hesitate, use a knife to drive out the demon in its body, or the whole flock will be poisoned by the demon!"

"Like the winter wind howling towards the sea, the disease is swift and fierce with the devil in it."

"The burning pain spreads along the blood vessels of sheep and cows, corroding the originally strong flesh."

"The formerly docile dog became agitated, and the pig was gasping for breath, excruciatingly painful. The horse forgot to run, and kicked its hooves on the ground vigorously, pulling its ears."

"Death is approaching step by step. In the end, they all fell to the ground and slept forever."

What Hu Yuanxu was talking about was a folk song sung by men who harnessed horses on the grassland when they were on Shangjing Road.

Comparing animals to humans, when animals get sick, the best way is to kill and burn the sick lambs or cows and horses to ashes.

"What kind of shit is the spirit of all things." Hu Yuan stood up, and for the first time, he was shaken by the sanctified belief in his heart.

"Are you okay?" Han Shizhong looked at Hu Yuan's appearance and always felt that he had lost his soul.

　Thanks to "another novice" for the reward, thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)