Huai'an City, there are two heavens of water and fire.

As the city closest to Sizhou, it should have become the place with the most disaster victims. In addition to the victims, there are also turbid waves that follow closely behind.

After the rains and rains for several days finally stopped, the flood was still tenaciously spreading the earth and unable to take off. As soon as the haze faded away, the sunshine in the sky was like flames, burning the world.

This kind of heat is really like putting people on an iron plate and roasting them, making life unlost.

"Prevent the plague!"

Xin Yande led his men to walk in the gathering place of the victims outside the city.

He was definitely much thinner than when he was in the capital. His cheeks were as sharp as a knife, his eyes were covered with blood and anxiety. His official boots were stepped on the warm mud soup, and his official uniform was covered with stains.

"There is no shortage of food, and the place where you live can not be covered in a moment! The most urgent task is to prevent the plague, because the weather will get hotter and hotter!" Xin Yande's eyes swept across the faces of the victims who were like walking corpses and without any glory, feeling worried.

These victims were first soaked in the flood, then worried, tired and hungry, and now the sun is exposed to the sun. Where they live, they are next to the smelly flood ditch...

He looked over and many old people among the victims stood up one after another, as if using their last strength to salute Xin Yande.

Many people recognize this imperial envoy. It was this emperor who ordered the prefectures to take them in. It was this emperor who gave them food, clothes and clothes, and it was this emperor who gave them peace.

The elderly who are old and living for a long time know that among the disaster victims, once there are too many men, it is sometimes not a good thing...

While helping the victims, Lord Xin also selected all the young and middle-aged people and sent them to the river bank to be a civilian.

Following Xin Yande was one of the officials who followed him out of the capital, formerly the former Senator of the Tongzheng Department, Hu Lian, the current temporary magistrate of Huai'an.

"As you have told me, there is a big pot in each porridge shed for twelve hours, and I keep boiling medicine all night and sending it to the people. There are also the Ministry of Works and Yangzhou in the middle of the capital, and the doctors who have been arranged are also ready!"

Hu Lian said, "The other two disaster victim resettlement sites will be used soon. At most, five days later, the officials can distinguish these disaster victims and resettle them separately."

"Five days are too long!" Xin Yande frowned, "I will only give you three days!"

"Sir!" Hu Lian whispered, pulling Xin Yande's sleeve, "Many civilians can't hold on!" As he said, he said, "They first transferred back from the ancestral tomb construction, and then on the river bank, and now they want to build a resettlement site for the victims. Even if they work day and night, they can't stand it."

"You have to bear it if you can't stand it!" Xin Yande's body shook slightly and gritted his teeth, "Give more wages!"

"Where does the money come from? Huai'an's treasury has been emptied!"

"First find the big city owners to raise funds!" Xin Yande said, and suddenly looked into the distance.

"Woo! Woo!"

Among the victims, several elderly people suddenly bent down and vomited, and then they fell down.

"Go and have a look!" Hu Lian waved his hand and shouted.

Several yamen runners rushed over and leaned over to check.

"Sir, I'm so hot that I'm not stable!" A worker responded with a pulse.

"Take it to the south of Nanshan immediately and let the doctor there check it carefully!" Hu Lian shouted immediately.

Huai'an is a plain, and the highest place is Nanshan. Nanshan is the highest point in Huai'an, and it is not used to resettle victims, but to resettle patients among the victims, which is very puzzling.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Lian pulled Xin Yande to the side and whispered nervously, "Sir, I feel that this disease... I'm afraid I can't help it!" He said, sighing, "In the past two days, there are no less than fifty people who have suffered from fever, vomiting, and diarrhea, and died of dehydration due to dehydration due to fever!"

"I know!" Xin Yande lowered his head, "The disease is to prevent it. No matter how good the medicine is, it cannot be cured!" As he said, sighing, "This disease may not come. When we find out that he comes, haha, I'm afraid it's already spread!"

"And it will become more and more intense! The places where the victims gather are all the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and children!" Hu Lian whispered, "These people are weak!"

"That's why we must isolate them from others!" Xin Yande's eyes froze, "Especially the young and strong people of the people, they must not be allowed to contact the patients!" As he said that, he suddenly pulled an official behind him, "I passed this imperial envoy. From today on, all the people of the people of the people of the people of the country should be distinguished from the water sources used for their food. People and others are not allowed to go to the resettlement place of the victims without authorization. Those who violate the order will be killed!"

"Yes!" the man agreed and hurriedly went to send the message.

"Also, the victims and the people must not know about this, and they must not be panic!" Xin Yande turned his head again, "Block down the news, once the patient is found, you must directly drag him to Nanshan, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Then..." Hu Lian swallowed his mouth with difficulty, "Sir, what if the treatment is not properly treated, what if it is dead?"

Xin Yande didn't say anything, walked to a slightly dry place and sat down.

After sitting down, he refused the kettle handed over by He Ping'an behind him, and his shriveled lips moved, "You should know that the official chose the place in Nanshan to bury people!"

"Those who cannot be cured, and those who cannot be saved can't be saved!" Xin Yande continued, "What can be done is to try to preserve those who are not sick. Among those who are not sick, the ones who are trying to protect are young men and boys..."

"Woo!" Hu Lian covered his mouth suddenly, and tears fell silently along his fingers.

In fact, he understands the difficulties of Xin Yande doing this.

If he were the imperial envoy, he might have done more ruthlessly than Xin Yande.

Because many things are simply impossible.

Use heavy methods in troubled times, and the same is true for treating disasters, because they must ensure that most of them can survive. Even if they cannot do it, they must do their best to make valuable people survive. As for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled...

Yes, they are saints who read the books of sages, and are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality.

But at this moment, they are making more difficult choices, even if their conscience is about to be destroyed.

"Buried those that cannot be cured are buried on the spot!" Xin Yande seemed to be pressed down on his heart, and he spoke very hard. "You must never let the plague break out among the victims. If you find it, you will be taken to Nanshan, regardless of age." As he said, he looked up and said, "Buried them in Nanshan, and the bodies will not be disturbed by floods after death. This is also the last point of my official... be conscience!"

"Sir!" Hu Lian couldn't stand it anymore, "Actually, you don't need to..."

Yes, Xin Yande doesn't have to resist these things by himself.

He was an imperial envoy, and he could instruct the people below to do these things.

Some things are indeed cruel, and there is no other way to do this, but once you do these things, you will lose all your conscience and be criticized by thousands of people.

"I am an imperial envoy, of course I have to take it with all my strength!" Xin Yande smiled bitterly, "Do you want to do it? How can I make you criticize my own responsibilities?"

As he said that, he sighed, "Disaster prevention without disasters. If there is a disaster, you must think about saving more energy for the Ming Dynasty!"

Speaking of this, his blood-filled eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal clearness. "When I was young, I read the books of sages and fantasize that one day I will be the country and the world. Now, as a court official, I have many people who cannot help myself!"

Then, he looked into the distance and said nothing.

Hu Lian looked at the direction he looked at was the direction of the Ming Dynasty’s ancestral tomb.
Chapter completed!