Early morning, Qingfeng County, Zhou Shengjun Yamen.
The sky is scattered with fine snow.
Outside the walls of the meeting hall, the faint fragrance of medicine wafted from the backyard of the warehouse.
At this time, the original tall walls of the warehouse had long been dismantled, and the armor and weapons and other items originally stored had also been transported to other places, leaving a huge open space.
In the open space, a group of black-clad sergeants patrolled around and organized people. There were about a dozen large pots set up in the middle, and several gray-haired old pharmacists were boiling medicinal soup in front of the pots with arm-length ladles.
There is a huge long platform built next to it, on which steamed yellow-noodle buns and refined meat jerky are stacked.
Six or seven strong men were dividing and bagging them in front of the stage, preparing to distribute them head by head.
Outside the hospital, people with sallow faces and thin muscles were waiting.
Wearing masks and looking anxious, under the supervision of the sergeants, they stood at least a few steps apart, looking expectantly at the pharmacist who was cooking the medicinal materials and the strong man who was preparing to distribute food.
It's like looking at the hope of life.
No wonder they are like this.
The outbreak of plague in Qingfeng County was sudden and the symptoms were very special. Although it attracted attention at the beginning, it spread very quickly and the infection mechanism was special, so it was not contained at all.
Once infected, they will become "ghosts", and if one person is infected, it means that the whole family and even the neighbors will suffer.
After all, in the beginning, no one would be wary of their loved ones...
With the horror of the plague, all kinds of strange medicines are all over the streets. The effects are not yet known, but the prices are becoming more and more expensive.
Ordinary people simply can't afford it, and they don't have the courage to spend most of their lives, starving their families, and risking their lives.
Nowadays, Zhou Shengjun distributes medicine soup and food for free, regardless of the effectiveness, which makes most poor people feel hopeful and grateful.
It's noon.
According to the past, Zhou Houchen would have set up a stage in the backyard, asked a troupe to find a troupe in the courtyard, and sang a few plays to accompany the wine.
Sometimes when the mood strikes, they will go on stage and sing a few songs together to liven up their voices.
But now, he has no idea at all.
Zhou Houchen stuffed the last piece of bun into his mouth, finished his lunch simply, and then stood up.
After walking a few steps, I came to the corridor and took a look at the situation in the warehouse through the window.
At noon, the sun was up and the sky was clear, it felt a bit like summer.
But the fine snow that fell in the morning melted, and the slightest chill reminded people that it was still winter.
The dozen or so large pots on the open space were already empty, and the dozens of steamers on the long platform were also empty and were thrown into large basins to be cleaned by servants.
"Is it all over?" he asked casually.
"The morning batch has ended."
At the door, a staff member in white clothes answered.
"I hope the results of this attempt will be satisfactory."
Zhou Houchen sighed.
Because of this plague, Qingfeng County, which was originally not serious, but still prosperous, was almost in depression, with ten houses and four empty houses. White silk ribbons were hung all over the long streets, and the sound of sad music and suonas was endless every night.
In addition, most production in the city has been suspended for a long time, and outside caravans are also prohibited from entering. Therefore, we must always worry about food, medicinal materials, and panic, which can easily lead to civil commotion.
To put it bluntly, even if this crisis can be overcome, Qingfeng doesn't know how long it will take to return to normal. And this year, he will probably only get a low rating from the Beijing inspection.
Not to mention being promoted to the county, it's hard to say whether he can keep his current position...
"Write a few more secret letters to the county government and ask them to allocate some resources from neighboring counties.
For example, herbs and the like, this time... herbs that nourish blood, nourish qi, clear the heart and soothe the mind should account for the most part, and the more of these, meat, rice and noodles, the better."
Zhou Houchen pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice.
The staff member quickly took a small notebook and wrote it down. After finishing writing, he was slightly startled.
"Sir, do you believe what Xu said?"
"What else can I do if I don't believe it at this time?" Zhou Houchen replied.
Except for warriors who were bitten by ghosts, most of the victims of this plague were ordinary people suffering from the disease.
The problem has already been explained. Normally, the barrier built by one's own physical strength is enough to resist this strange plague.
And to be honest, if the infection mechanism of this thing is not a bit scary, just if the warriors are not harmed by it, no matter how terrifying it is, it will not be enough to make Da Zhou implement the long-awaited enclosure of the city.
But once a person becomes infected with the plague and becomes a "ghost", it will be terrible if it spreads from person to person.
Some county staff predicted through actuarial means that if no measures were taken to curb the situation, the entire Huaizhou might fall in less than half a month.
And once the ordinary people die, what will happen to the warriors alive?
Everyone knows that if the skin is gone, the hair will be attached.
Therefore, in view of the physical reasons, Xu came up with the blood-tonifying and qi-tonifying medicinal decoction as one of the means of epidemic prevention.
As for Qingxin Jingshen, some people speculate that the transmission route of this plague may be indirect, not ordinary infection methods such as eyes, mouth and nose, but simply environmental influence.
For example...aura assimilation...
When the martial arts is practiced at a high and deep level, qi and blood flourish, and the mind gathers itself. If it is not restrained, it can emit a steady stream of heat radiation.
When the divine will is strong enough to affect reality, it will form a unique aura, assimilating the divine will of the people or objects around it.
It is similar to the principle that if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black.
However, this idea is untenable.
It can affect the aura of a county. What level will the martial artist's own strength be?
It's simply unimaginable.
How could such a person appear here?
"By the way, the secret place outside Kuwahara Mountain should be opened?"
Zhou Houchen suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Yes, according to the observations and speculations of military spies, a lot of rangers have gathered in the city in the past few days."
The staff member replied.
Hearing this, Zhou Houchen couldn't help but have a headache. The more outsiders there are, the more people are mixed.
A chivalrous person who uses force to break the rules is not easy to discipline.
"Find a time to send a message to the Tian family and the Yang family in the city about the qualifications to enter the secret area with the Xu family in Ningyang. In addition, urge the soldiers guarding the city to pay attention to the security issues in the city recently.
Like the quarantine team, they conduct inspections three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, and if anyone is found to have symptoms, they will be monitored and isolated later."
Zhou Houchen thought for a moment and then ordered in a deep voice.
"yes!"
The staff responded, bowed and retreated.
"What a troubled time..."
Thinking that the universal religion in Ningyang suddenly changed from a scabies disease to a tarsal maggot, while the plague here in Qingfeng was still unable to do anything and could only barely suppress it, Zhou Houchen became worried.
"Rebellion...plague...chaotic times."
In troubled times, people are worse than dogs.
Of course, this person refers more to ordinary people...
Zhou Houchen sighed, turned around and sat down, picked up the brush on the pen holder and dipped it in ink.
He is preparing to write an inspection report for the past few days.
In the evening, Tian clan land.
The two spacious banquet halls were full of people.
The hall is not like an ordinary restaurant, with huge round wooden tables, but bar-shaped dining tables designed to be placed.
On it, there are all kinds of delicacies, exquisite snacks and fresh fruits.
The portions of the dishes are large and can be taken by anyone, similar to a buffet style.
There are also slender and beautiful maids around, carrying cooked dishes, standing aside so that the food on the table can be exhausted and the food can be filled in time.
Two of the banquet halls have slightly different specifications, one is the Jinfeng Hall and the other is the Yuheng Hall.
If anyone observes carefully, they will find that the people sitting in the Jinfeng Hall are all martial arts masters above Li Ming.
As for Yuheng Hall, they are all warriors in the Boiling Blood Realm.
As for the ones below, there are none.
Nowadays, the Yang tide has set off, and changes have occurred in the mountains and forests of various places. The wild beasts and mountain birds have become more powerful, and their species have become more diverse.
If a martial artist below the Boiling Blood Realm goes into the mountains alone, he cannot even guarantee his own safety, so what qualifications do he have to help?
Therefore, those who are qualified to be invited by the Tian family more or less have some trump cards and can be considered strong players.
Since we are all in the same situation and belong to the same circle, we don't need to be reserved or shy when eating and drinking together. It's a lively atmosphere while drinking and drinking together.
At this time, Lin Ju and another member of the Lin clan, Lin Wei, were sitting in the corner of the Jinfeng Hall, enjoying dinner.