Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    It's March, and the fields of Donglai, which should be thriving, are dead. This is not only because the sea overflow that just occurred flooded the low-lying fields along the coast, destroying the seeds that had just sprouted, but also because the swept-up epidemic was hanging over people's heads like a cloud.

    When Taishi Lang fell ill, he felt a chill in his heart. He just went to the nearby village to count the population, and somehow came back with a cough.

    The ancestors of the Taishi family were the historians of Qilu. When Taishilang's generation came, he could also serve as a junior official in the county of Huang County, and his reputation was quite good. But unfortunately, due to natural and man-made disasters, the population of the clan has been decreasing day by day. Now only Taishilang and his wife and a young son are left.

    Once the family dies of the disease, the orphans and widows will have a hard time in the future.

    Little Aci was only six years old, and before dawn, her sick father brought soup and water. He is naturally strong, and even his small arms and calves can move a large copper basin.

    Tai Shilang saw him, he was both relieved and sad. He knew that the disease was easily contagious, so he didn't dare to talk to his son, so he drove him away. As soon as his son went out, tears streamed down his swollen face.

    "Lang Jun." Madam's voice sounded from outside the door, probably A Ci was calling. It was also embarrassing for this child. In his young mind, he probably couldn't understand why his always kind father didn't want to see him.

    Wipe away the tears with the corner of the quilt, before Taishi Lang said, "Come in."

    Mrs. Taishi brought a steaming breakfast—a bowl of millet porridge with beans. She helped her husband up, fed him the porridge one by one, and waited until the bottom of the pottery bowl was at the bottom, and then patiently wiped the corners of his mouth for him. "I've prepared boiling water and a change of clothes for you," the gentle woman rambled, her voice was nice and therefore not annoying at all, "I heard that the more sick you are, the more clean you need to be. You don't want to be a child. , I'll change my clothes later. Tomorrow is a day off, so wipe your body..."

    "It won't work," Taishi Lang said suddenly, his tone was too hasty, he choked at once, and coughed violently after only half a sentence. "Cough, cough, cough, I, my disease is dangerous, ahem, not like ordinary cold, I'm afraid it's an epidemic."

    "Bangdang." The pottery bowl knocked on the wooden couch, making a terrifying sound.

    "Lang Jun!"

    "I heard that Ding's Medical Hall has opened an isolation workshop outside the county, you can send me there, don't delay. Ahem, I'm afraid it will spread to you and Aci."

    "How does this work?" Mrs. Taishi denied in a voiceless voice, "The people who live there are real patients with the disease. Once inside, even if they are not sick, they will get sick. Langjun, in case it is a cold What? I've been sick with Lang Jun for three days and I haven't gotten it, have I?"

    "Don't deceive yourself, anyway..."

    Just then, there was a knock on the door. Immediately afterwards, the voice of the food delivery man passed through the small yard and entered the room: "Lord Taishi, I heard that you are ill. The villain made his own decision and invited an alchemist who is good at talisman water."

    Mrs. Taishi hurriedly put away the bowl, gathered up her sleeves, and trotted to open the door. In addition to the merchant at the door, there is also a man with beautiful eyebrows, his hair is disheveled, and he only wraps a cloth around his head, looking really weird.

    Mrs. Taishi grabbed the door unconsciously: "Who are you?"

    "In the next Tang and Zhou Dynasties, I was a disciple of the great virtuous teacher. Walking in all directions to cure diseases and save people, like spreading Huang Lao Dao, is my mission."

    He really looked like he was a bit sane, Mrs. Taishi hesitated for a moment, and let them in sideways. Tang Zhou went straight into the patient's room, not afraid of being infected at all.

    "This gentleman, do you know what's wrong?" he asked.

    Tai Shi Lang was stunned as he lay on the sickbed: "I have worked hard for 20 years..."

      Whether it is his steps or the movements of his hands, there are rules and regulations that make people unpredictable. "Lang Jun is a scholar, why don't you know that even Confucius has to 'examine my body three times a day'. The sage's self-examination is holy, and everyone's self-examination is a prosperous world: thieves will not flourish, natural disasters will not come, and epidemics will not come. Come on, there are many people who admit that they are right when they die, even the tyrants and bullies, and now it's really a troubled world."

    He stopped, took out the cinnabar to draw symbols on the yellow paper, then burned the yellow paper, and the ashes were mixed into a bowl of water.

    "My teacher told me that Taiyi Zhonghuang will come to the world, so disasters will occur frequently, and he intends to wash away the evil in the world. If you have a clear conscience or regret, this bowl of water will naturally save your life; If I am obsessed, I will not dare to disobey the will of God."

    Tai Shilang looked at Tang Zhou, who was in the presence of the old god, and at his uneasy wife, and closed his eyes: "Thank you, Immortal Master for taking action. I will reflect on myself, Immortal Master, please come back."

    Tang Zhou glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile. The eccentric tone, like a mockery, resounded in the sky of Huang County. The porter who delivered the food followed him respectfully, with fear in his eyes in addition to reverence.

    "Langjun, why don't you drink this bowl of talisman water? There are many gods in the Quartet, and it is not harmful to believe in him."

    Tai Shi Lang shook his head: "After our historians, we believe in manpower rather than in gods. I thought Ding's medical hall said it was very good, take medicine when you are sick, and you can take the right medicine. Healing. Cough, under the great epidemic, some people die and some live, except for physical fitness, it is luck. Moral retribution is something that is in the dark, and it is not accurate to grasp it. Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough cough…"

    "Lang Jun."

    The bowl of Talisman water passed to Taishi Lang's mouth, he paused and drank it. "Forget it, I'll drink it to make you feel at ease, and then you can send me to the quarantine workshop."

    "Lang Jun!"

    Tai Shi Lang grinned, his emotions in his smile unclear: "I have a god's talisman body protection, what are you afraid of?"

    Mrs. Taishi knelt down suddenly.

    "Ahem, you're..."

    "I implore Langjun not to go. Langjun is ill, so he doesn't know. Yesterday there was a disturbance in the isolation room, two rooms were smashed, and a big doctor was killed. Say... say yes It is disrespectful to the gods that Ding's medical hall destroys the bodies of people, even if they live for a while, they will suffer seven punishments and eight disasters after death, and their souls will be scattered."

    "Cough, cough, cough." Tai Shilang coughed so much that he almost fell off the couch, "It's absurd, whenever there is an epidemic in these years, it has been burning corpses, Zhuo, ahem, Zhuo is very effective. You, you Just say, the quarantine workshop, is it still open?"

    Mrs. Taishi hurriedly stepped forward to support her husband, and stammered: "Open...open. Langjun, don't worry."

    "Send me there." Tai Shilang gritted his teeth, "I said, send me there."

    Mrs. Taishi did not dare to disobey her husband's order, so she rented an ox to carry him, and took advantage of the good sun to crunch out of the city. Little Aci was left alone, and in the year of the epidemic, he was afraid to put him next to his neighbors, so he also sat on the ox cart and tucked his father's quilt from time to time.

    The family of three walked through the barren farmland, and finally arrived at the isolation workshop in front of the door in the eastern wilderness. Just as Mrs. Taishi said, two houses were being repaired, and the care workers in white had indifference on their faces. Compared with the lively scene of the Quartet in previous years, now the medical hall is regarded as a cold front.

    Only the desperate people and a few daring rangers still come here. When he got close, a doctor in white clothes and a blue rope ran over, registered his name and place of origin with bamboo slips, and started to check the patient's symptoms: body temperature, sputum sample, tonsils, tongue coating... This is a young man Girls, touching a man's body is like touching wood, and there is no mood swing at all.

    "Arrived in time, a patient with mild symptoms, and was sent to a T-shaped room. The two family members can live in the southern area. We will organize daily washing and preventive measures." The doctor said, his breath was cold.

    Mrs. Taishi bowed and took her son behind the nurse to settle. She still remembered to return the bullock cart, and entrusted it to the nurse for a while. Her attention was too distracting, so she didn't notice like Little Aci that there was a motorcade parked in the east of the isolation square.

    Above the team, the white rabbit flag is flying high.