Hearing Li Ang's name, the people looked at each other and hesitated.
After these years of publicity, Li Ang's deeds have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and his credibility is indeed stronger than that of the Taiyuan government.
If Mr. Li Xiaolang comes to Taiyuan City, the situation should get better soon...
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Even with his psychological expectations, when Li Ang actually came to Taiyuan Mansion, he was still shocked and stunned by the terrible situation.
Only one or two out of ten people walking on the street wore masks, and they kept coughing. Some people coughed up thick phlegm and spit it on the ground, wiped it with their feet, and then cleaned it up.
Shops along the street are still operating normally, and many of them are even coughing while receiving customers.
What is even more unacceptable to Li Ang is Taiyuan's attitude towards the rat problem.
There are notices about rat infestation posted on the wooden boards on the street.
Several government officials wore masks and stood lazily on the street. There were bamboo cages at their feet, which were densely packed with struggling and screaming rats.
"Excuse me,"
Li Ang stepped forward without identifying himself, but asked in a deep voice: "What are these bamboo cages used for?"
The government officials were interrupted from chatting and looked over unhappily.
They saw a group of followers following Li Ang,
There are beautiful girls (Qiu Feng, Ouyang Shi),
There are also guards (Yan Yundang and Yan Mansion martial arts master),
He thought that Li Ang was the son of a powerful family in the city, so he curled his lips and said, "It's better to keep the mice in check.
A notice was posted in the city half a month ago, encouraging people to get rid of rats.
Catching a small mouse will reward you with a few coins, and catching a big mouse will reward you with a dozen coins.
These are today’s results.”
Before he finished speaking, several urchins with runny noses ran over laughing and playing. They held rat tails in their hands and swung the rat around like a meteor hammer.
One of the young boys, who seemed to be the oldest, had the most fruitful results. He tied the tails of several mice together with strings, hung them on a wooden stick, and held them against his shoulders, with a proud expression.
"Uncle Sun, this is the mouse caught today."
The young man handed the mouse over and said proudly, "There are thirteen in total, four big and nine small."
"What's your name? Uncle. My name is Brother Sun."
The yamen servant known as Sun Er curled his lips, took out the scissors, cut off all the tails of the mice on the wooden sticks, threw the mice into the bamboo cage, and asked casually: "Why are there so many blood stains on these mice? Zhuo Sanlang, take it."
Did you cut them with a knife?"
"No."
The young man known as Zhuo Sanlang laughed and said, "I thought of a way. When I catch a mouse, I don't rush to kill it. Instead, I stuff two peppercorns into its butt, and then sew the mouse's butt with a needle and thread.
, throw the mouse back into the nest.
When a mouse is in severe pain and goes crazy, it will fight with the mice in the nest until it turns into cannibalism, even the mice's own offspring.
So when you catch them, you have to catch the biggest rats. That way you can hit them hard and kill more rats."
"Okay, kid."
Sun Er glanced at the young man in surprise, and while taking out the copper coins from his bag, he said: "You just tell me the method, and you are not afraid that others will learn it and steal your business?"
"Don't be afraid, I have already written to the newspaper in Taiyuan Prefecture and informed you of the method."
Zhuo San grinned and said: "The prefect said that anyone who makes suggestions for fighting the plague and has something to say will be rewarded. The minimum is ten strings, as many as a hundred or a thousand strings."
"Hey, then you're pretty well-off."
"Haha, no way. I have to thank Brother Sun for taking care of me..."
The two of them were talking to themselves, but Li Ang looked at the bloody rats in the bamboo cages and the children who played with the rats as toys, feeling extremely ridiculous and confused.
"Excuse me."
Qiu Feng, who followed Li Ang to Taiyuan Prefecture, couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "The imperial court allocated funds half a month ago to purchase rodent control drugs, and recommended that all prefectures use rat poison to kill rats.
Why don’t you use rat poison to kill rats?”
"Rat poison?"
The government officials seemed to have heard something ridiculous and laughed together. An old government official shook his head and said: "Girl, you think too simply.
Folk rat poisons either use mango grass, aconite, tung oil, or arsenic or arsenic.
The smell of these rat poisons is strong and rats will not eat more of them.
Even if they eat it, if too many rats die, they will not eat poisonous bait again.
As for the rat poisons issued by the government, Li Xiaolangjun’s newly invented zinc phosphide, warfarin and other rat poisons are very effective, but the quantity is small and the price is high.
After all the calculations, it is better for us to do the rodent control ourselves, which is quick and convenient."
(Zinc phosphide is an inorganic compound rodenticide obtained by mixing red phosphorus and zinc powder and then firing them at high temperature.
Warfarin is a dicoumarin derivative, which is produced from the moldy herbaceous grass. It can cause internal bleeding and death in mice.)
"That's right."
The young man surnamed Zhuo nodded and said matter-of-factly: "Besides, if you use poison, you won't be able to tell which mice were killed by whom. How can you get paid?"
"Giving money?? Your lives will be lost!"
Ouyang Shi was anxious and angry, losing his voice.
They fought hard in Shuozhou for so long, and several classmates from the Imperial Medical Office died of the plague.
But the people in Taiyuan Prefecture are still thinking about how to save money, and even how to make money from the plague.
We are still indifferent to the dangers of plague.
How ridiculous, ridiculous, and sad.
"Okay."
Li Ang raised his hand tiredly to stop Ouyang Shi from talking any more.
He took a deep breath and said to the confused teenagers: "Don't catch mice with your hands anymore. Follow the plague strategy, wear masks and gloves, and use pliers, shovels, hoes and other tools.
And after eradicating mice, the tools should be cleaned promptly."
He turned to look at the government officials and said: "If people send rats in the future, if they don't wear masks properly, they will not be paid.
In addition, after catching a mouse, it must be burned immediately and cannot be placed in a cage or placed on the street."
The boy surnamed Zhuo and the children didn't know why, they just thought it was strange for Li Ang - who are you to give orders here?
The government servants who were good at observing words and expressions as they wandered around the streets all changed their faces.
Li Ang's tone had an unmistakable commanding tone. He didn't look like a descendant of a big family in the city, but rather like a serious court official.
Could it be...
The government officials stood up straight one after another, not daring to look down upon them.
Sun Er swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Is the young man..."
Li Ang waved his hand without explaining anything, "Take me to the prefect's mansion."
This chapter has been completed!