"I want to rent land and farm it. I'm the best at this..."
A refugee in his forties shouted in the crowd that although the land was rented, he still had 70% of the food left after paying for the cattle and seeds.
The other refugees who wanted to rent land nodded, it was a good deal compared with the taxes in their hometown.
Look at the smiles on the faces of the people in Fancheng. This place is simply the secret land of Taoyuan.
"I want to join the Tiger Blade Army..."
Some strong young people in the crowd were also shouting...
The benefits of the Tiger Blade Army are so good that many young people are interested in it.
In an instant, Director Zhao An's table was overcrowded, and Yue Yong's recruitment office also had a long queue.
"Fengxiao is truly a great talent."
Liu Qi saw this scene and praised it. Military advisor Guo Jia had done some pros and cons analysis before it ended up like this.
Fancheng suffered from floods before and was looted by the Yellow Turban remnants. The population was reduced to less than three out of ten. The most lacking thing now is people.
To expand the Tiger Blade Army also requires a large number of people. Although Erlongshan has a large amount of money, it is enough to support the normal operation of Fancheng.
But it is too difficult to expand the number of troops and population. You can't go under someone else's rule and post notices and recruit troops.
"Report, Mr. Zhou, people in the county are still being infected and dying of the plague, and the trend is getting worse..."
Zhou Ren, the magistrate of Ci County, was frightened when he heard the report from his subordinates. Although refugees were not allowed to enter the city, some people in the city were also infected with the plague.
Moreover, some police officers were also infected when collecting the corpses. At this rate, Cixian County will not turn into a dead city.
At that time, what use would he have as a county magistrate? Zhou Ren stamped his feet anxiously.
"By the way, go and find Master Meng quickly..."
Master Mengyi usually has a lot of clever ideas, and he has been collecting donations from wealthy households and shops in the city for many days. It is time to get the money back.
The plague crisis faced by Ci County is happening in various places. This time the infection is fast and involves a wide range of people, and all the major doctors are helpless.
Zheng County!
Magistrate Chen gathered all the famous wealthy families in the city into the Yamen.
Magistrate Chen was an upright and upright official and was deeply loved by the people. When someone in the city was infected with the plague, he took immediate measures.
But it only reduced the death rate a little, and the plague in the city was still unable to be controlled.
"Everyone, tell me what to do? The people are the root of the country..."
Magistrate Chen said with a serious face, he was afraid that he would be punished by the court this time.
Wang Zhihuan, a gentleman in the county, stood up and bowed to County Magistrate Chen above him, and then clasped his fists to signal to the people around him.
"Lord County Magistrate, everyone, I sent people to other counties to inquire about the news. The situation in our Chen County is pretty good, but doctors in other counties are also helpless against this outbreak of the plague."
After Wang Zhihuan finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed.
"Isn't there a doctor in our Han Dynasty who can find a way to cure this plague?"
The people below were talking and looking sad...
At this time, in the main hall of the Jizhou Mufu, the head of the palace, Liu Cong, was sitting directly above him, rubbing his temples.
This sudden plague struck with such force that Liu Cong, who was originally ambitious, was caught off guard.
Jizhou Mufu has jurisdiction over more than a dozen counties, with a population of one million, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Liu Cong was very happy to take over the position of head of the palace for the first time, but the plague came.
Hundreds of people died of the plague every day, and even soldiers in military camps everywhere were infected and died.
Generals from all over the place came to the city lord's palace to ask for help, but after some discussions, they were all dejected and could not find an antidote to suppress the plague.
"Uncle, what do you think we should do now? People continue to be infected with the plague every day, and the morale of the people and the military is in great chaos..."
Liu Cong, the leader of Jizhou Mufu, kept Cai Mao after the meeting. After all, he was his uncle and the general of Jizhou Mufu.
At this time, Liu Cong asked anxiously.
Cai Mao stroked his beard on his chin and thought of what Xu Ji, the military advisor in the mansion, said when he arrived.
"General, now we, the ten chief servants of the Han Dynasty, are monopolizing the power, and there are yellow turban thieves who are causing chaos in front of us. The princes in various places are separatist. According to my inference, I am afraid that there will be great chaos in the future..."
"Jizhou is already the strongest among the princes in various places, with strong soldiers and horses, but if the plague cannot be controlled anymore, its strength may be greatly damaged. I must have a plan..."
If Liu Qi had heard these words at the scene, he would have been very impressed. Military advisor Xu Ji did have some abilities, and his predictions about the chaos of the late Han Dynasty were very accurate.
When Cai Mao heard what military advisor Xu Ji said about how to deal with the plague, he remained silent for a long time.
Liu Cong is his nephew, and the entire Cai family's fortune is bet on him.
As the saying goes, if one is prosperous, both will be prosperous; if one is deprived, both will be deprived.
Cai Hao stomped out of the house for the last time. In the meeting just now, he heard the number of dead soldiers reported by the generals of various counties and counties, and the number was still increasing.
"Cong'er, I do have a magic word here that can break the plague, but this requires your consent..."
Cai Mao had a look of embarrassment on his face, and Liu Cong walked down from above excitedly when his uncle said that he could cure the plague.
"As long as it can break the plague, anything will do. Uncle, please tell me..."
Cai Mao walked a few steps closer and whispered about military advisor Xu Ji's method. Liu Cong's face changed with joy.
"Uncle, this method is absolutely unacceptable..."
"Cong'er, my uncle doesn't want to do this either, but what about the hundreds of thousands of people in our Jizhou Mufu, and what about our soldiers?"
"What's more, those who do big things don't stick to trivial matters. How can you command millions of soldiers like this in the future?"
"If you agree with this matter, Cong'er, uncle, I will go out and say it. If you don't agree, forget it!"
Hearing this, Liu Cong, the new head of the Jizhou Mu Palace, remained silent for a long time, his face uncertain.
I still remember what my eldest brother said that day in front of my father's mourning hall. If you have anything, you can ask him.
I was very unhappy at that time, thinking that the Jizhou Mufu had hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and the land was vast and rich, so I could ask my elder brother for anything.
However, Liu Cong still felt a little guilty towards his eldest brother Liu Qi. The position of palace master was too tempting, and he thought he could make up for it in the future.
How long has it been since I actually went to ask for help from my eldest brother...
Liu Cong walked back and forth in the hall and stamped his feet at the end.
"Uncle, you can go ahead and do this. It's just that the fewer people know about it, the better. After all, the impact will be too bad!"
Outside Fancheng.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
In a tent, a blind old woman coughed.
The burly man asked anxiously. At this moment, his expression suddenly changed. It turned out that his mother had red blisters on her wrists.
"plague……"
The burly man followed the refugees all the way to Fancheng. He had always been careful to guard against the plague, but he never expected that his mother would still be infected.
Because there were too many refugees, Fancheng stipulated that a certain number of people could enter the city every day, and he and his mother were assigned to the fifth batch.