After Bai Ling negotiated with the government officials, a government official took Lao Wu to Fucheng to buy grain, medicinal materials and things to keep out the cold.
The reason why this village is uninhabited is because the land is thin and the harvest of crops is not good.
A few years ago, a heavy snowfall destroyed the houses and killed most of the people in the village. The remaining people either went to seek refuge with relatives or sold themselves into slavery.
Therefore, in a radius of more than ten miles, apart from this abandoned village, there are only cemeteries.
"Girl, we only need to transport a cart of food and supplies first, and prepare dozens of pairs of herbs, and the rest will be delivered tomorrow." When Old Wu saw Bai Ling standing at the entrance of the village, he immediately shouted.
"Thank you for your hard work." Bai Ling nodded and said to the government servant: "Can you please move the things to the entrance of the village? After everyone has exited, I will have people move the things to the village."
"We brothers all admire the girl's righteousness. As long as we don't let anyone out, we will try our best to cooperate with whatever the girl wants to do." The leader of the Yamen said with a cupped hand.
"Bai Ling has thanked you all on behalf of everyone." Bai Lingfu thanked him and winked at Old Wu.
These government officials were ordered to guard the village, but they were actually terrified, fearing that they might accidentally lose their lives.
Now that the government officials are willing to cooperate, Bai Ling is naturally willing to give them benefits so as not to be hindered in their actions.
The contents of a carriage were quickly unloaded, and the government officials immediately retreated to a safe area.
Lao Wu took two lists of medicinal materials to purchase, one of which was for preventive purposes, so he asked the people who brought him to boil the medicine for the government officials to drink.
Moreover, Lao Wu was also a very transparent person. When purchasing, he did not forget to buy some wine and meat for the yamen servants, and even let the carriage out for everyone to take turns to rest. Soon he and the yamen servants established a relationship.
The victims transported all the supplies to the village and cooked porridge and medicine in the courtyard. More than 200 people crowded into the largest courtyard. Finally, they were no longer waiting to die.
When Bai Ling was checking the decoction, he quietly put a few drops of spiritual liquid in without anyone noticing.
Afraid that these victims would be on guard, Bai Ling was the first to try it, whether it was decoction or millet porridge.
However, because there were not enough cutlery, everyone had to take turns eating, but there was enough thick porridge, so there was no fighting over it.
"Girl, can we really survive?" After everyone had finished eating and drinking, an old man pulled his little granddaughter and asked tremblingly.
"As long as everyone helps each other and cooperates with my treatment, anyone who can stand in this yard now can walk out alive." Bai Ling said loudly.
After hearing Bai Ling's words, everyone in the yard fell silent.
After a long time, a woman patted her chest and cried loudly: "Master, why can't you bear it for two more days? If you hold on just a little longer, we can live together. What should I do if I am left alone?"
"My dear, did you hear that? Will our child be alive?"
"Son, don't worry, dad will pull your blood and grow up."
"father……"
"mother……"
"Woooooooo..."
For a time, everyone burst into tears, all mourning their families.
Bai Ling sat quietly by the fire. At this time, she couldn't say words of comfort, and even if she did, they would be feeble.
Extreme sadness needs to be vented, and you need to cry before you can start over.
After an unknown amount of time, the crying gradually stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on Bai Ling again, as if she was the mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens descending to earth. Only by keeping an eye on her can there be any hope of survival.
"I know that everyone has come to the Northland all the way, and they have suffered a lot, and everyone has their own misery. But now the situation is pressing, I hope everyone can cheer up, for the sake of yourself or the living
Relatives, even in order to hope that you can live well, my relatives who have passed away to another world can rest in peace."
Bai Ling stood up and shouted in a loud voice:
"The disease you have will be transmitted to people who are in poor health. However, it is not incurable with the right medicine, but it requires a lot of money to recover. So, for the sake of the living, I hope everyone can unite and listen to me.
s arrangement."
"One thing is very important right now, and that is that there are a lot of corpses in the village that urgently need to be dealt with. If we leave it alone, even if it will cause a big problem, the virus will spread in the future and new epidemics will arise.
, let more people get into trouble."
"So, I suggest that those who have passed away be cremated! Even if you don't do it now, when you recover and can leave this village, the court will do the same. By then, you may not even get the ashes of your relatives."
Bai Ling cannot explain it with words such as viruses. He can only explain it in the words of local people. I hope everyone will accept and understand it.
But when Bai Ling finished speaking, no one answered.
The dead were large, and some of the corpses in the village were relatives of these people, as well as strangers.
However, the ancients believed that cremation would cause the deceased to have no peace after death and fall into the eighteenth level of hell, so they were unwilling to do anything that would harm their moral character.
"Here I go, is there anyone willing to work with me?" A man stood up suddenly and shouted: "It's not easy for us to live. Do we have to die again because of dead people?"
"I do!" Another person stood up one after another, obviously they were all people who did not know the deceased.
Between living and respecting the unknown dead, most people choose to live.
"No, you can't burn my boss. I don't want to be cured. No one can touch my boss!"
"You can't burn it! If the body is burned, it will go to the eighteenth level of hell after death. Can it still be reincarnated?"
"Woo, don't burn my mother, no!"
Those whose relatives had died in the village expressed their resistance.
Bai Ling looked at these people with a headache, but he also knew that it was not easy to convince them.
People who want to live don't want to take risks anymore, and people who have lost loved ones don't want to have no peace after their loved ones die.
Rubbing his swollen temples, Bai Ling's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted: "Stop arguing! Everyone, listen to me."
Everyone looked towards Bai Ling. The person who could give them the possibility of survival was the one with the most say.
"If you don't burn the body, none of us will leave here alive, and the court will not allow you to take the body away. What everyone is most afraid of is that after the cremation, our loved ones will suffer the pain of hell. Then after we leave, I will ask the temple to
The eminent monks here can come and give them salvation, is that okay?"
Bai Ling thought of a two-pronged solution and didn't want to force anyone to make a painful decision.
"Benefactor, I kowtow to you on behalf of my family!" A woman knelt down towards Bai Ling.
"Woo hoo, I'm kowtowing to my benefactor too."
One after another, people knelt down, and Bai Ling felt powerless.
It was still a great kindness for the fire saver to kneel down and perform deeds to save the dead. Could she refuse?
"Everyone, get up quickly. Those who are in mild condition can help take care of the old and the weak. Everyone should rest early and start tidying up the village tomorrow. Don't take medicine and blow the cold wind to make the condition more serious. Wait for the big guys to get sick.
It’s all ready, I’ll treat you all to dumplings on New Year’s Eve!”
Bai Ling couldn't bear this kind of scene the most, so she hurriedly raised her voice.
The victims responded with tears or laughter, and soon organized their own rest.
After all, Bai Ling was a weak woman, and because of her status as a doctor, the victims consciously prepared a room for Bai Ling that could be sheltered from the wind, lit a fire for her, and brought her the thickest quilt.
As for other people, they naturally have to squeeze in, but the situation is much better than before, at least they won't freeze to death in their sleep. (To be continued)