Four Hundred and Two: Move the Capital to Chenzhou (8)

As expected, Feng Jin came over to ask Qi Guan to settle the score. HunterΩ文Ω网Ww W． 『LieWen． CC

However, literati, especially smart literati, do not roll up their sleeves to settle accounts.

Jiang Pengji glanced left and right, only to see Feng Jin and Qi Guan sitting on one side respectively, arguing with each other. No one would give in, and the whole tent was filled with invisible smoke. She rolled her eyes secretly and said: said something to the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Anchor V]: Is it a bet or not, are these two men controlling women? Even if we can quarrel in such a literary and artistic way, I have gained a lot of knowledge.

It was clear that she was the one who started the war, but when the matter got serious, she took it all off herself.

Such a shameless anchor is a breath of fresh air in the live streaming industry.

[Sugar-free mints]: Female control is not scary, but it is scary that they still have brains. I thought these two people were chatting happily just now. After being translated by the boss in the live broadcast room, I found out that they were quarreling. The ancient literati were really terrible, and their quarrels could be so artistic.

[Forty Meter Sword]: Literature and art are not scary. What’s scary is that you don’t understand it, and you think others are praising you. That’s embarrassing.

[Big Red Date]: Don’t you think the anchor is the worst? She was clearly the one who started the dispute.

Jiang Pengji held her chin, no matter if it was Qi Guanrang or Feng Jin, they couldn't take the initiative to tear her apart, and they couldn't beat her again and again.

After fighting for a long time, the two people, who were inseparable, tacitly agreed to a truce and made tea, without any trace of the smoke and flames of the war.

Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes... She didn't quite understand the way you literati quarreled.

Medical technology in ancient times was very backward, and there were too many injuries for doctors to handle. Many seriously injured patients could not survive and died reluctantly. Those with relatively minor injuries recovered quickly and continued their normal journey. It's no problem.

A few days later, after burying the dead wounded, Jiang Pengji ordered people to leave the camp and set off.

Riding Dabai and wearing cool clogs on her feet, Jiang Pengji opened the way, followed by several slow-moving carriages. The carriages contained food and herbs as well as people with serious injuries. The rest of the people rode horses if they could, and walked if they couldn't. .

The people packed their bags and followed the team. Jiang Pengji specially lined up two-thirds of his troops and the imperial army to protect these people.

Meng Hun led his scouts to explore the road ahead.

Report the situation every quarter of an hour.

Feng Jin rode a bay-red horse and stepped forward to ask Jiang Pengji.

"I heard from Fengyi County that 66 people there have died from the plague. Should Lanting consider changing the route to Xiangyang County? These people are not suitable to go to the epidemic area after all. If they are infected by the epidemic, they will have to go there. Sometimes there will be unnecessary casualties.”

Jiang Pengji understood that in ancient times there were no specific medicines. These diseases were very terrible and could take away countless lives once they spread.

She nodded and said, "Change the route to Xiangyang County, settle these people first, and then we go to other places in Fengyi County."

Epidemics will inevitably follow major disasters, and that is because health and epidemic prevention work was not done well.

Jiang Pengji took action in time and chose to bury the corpses and sprinkle lime on them to reduce the possibility of the corpses suddenly falling into the soil.

The camp was cleaned frequently, and the objects used by the injured were disinfected with mugwort water. Thanks to God's grace, there was no epidemic in Shangjing. However, it was different in Fengyi County. According to the disaster relief department there, many corpses were lying on the streets, rotting corpses were everywhere, and wild cats and dogs were eating the corpses. In the end, not only the river was polluted, but also the rivers were polluted. People's living water is no longer clean.

Under such circumstances, it is still hot summer, and it is difficult not to break out the epidemic.

Jiang Pengji could only order everyone in the tribe to be careful with the food and water they passed every day, and the mugwort leaf water and reed root water were never cut off. Only by saving their own lives could they save more people.

Xu Ke frowned and added, "If you do this, Lang Jun must remember to write a document to other county magistrates, and the Fengyi County Sheriff must also notify him. Otherwise, Lang Jun will have thousands of songs with him. It will definitely arouse their suspicion and panic.”

Jiang Pengji is now only the Prime Minister of Xiangyang County, not the Sheriff of Fengyi County. In theory, she cannot run around outside her own territory.

"Compared with these, I am more worried about the situation in Xiangyang County." Qi Guan Rang joined the discussion in idle boredom and said solemnly, "Xiangyang County is also affected by the earthquake. When the earthquake occurs, there is no one in charge in Xiangyang County. People may have already been in chaos, and I don’t know what the situation will be like over there. If the plague spreads, Lanting will be busy for a while.”

Fortunately, Xiangyang County is vast and sparsely populated. Even if the people suffered heavy casualties, it would not be possible to cause a large-scale plague.

Qi Guanrang thought calmly, with a chilling coldness in his pure black eyes.

"I have sent a team to Xiangyang County to investigate the situation. We will have news in two days."

Jiang Pengji naturally thought of these problems and had already made advance preparations for most of them.

To be honest, with such a worry-free future lord, Xu Ke and the others feel quite relaxed. A god-like lord is better than a pig-like lord... If the other party can change his bad temper, it will probably be even more perfect. .

When Jiang Pengji took nearly 20,000 people to Xiangyang County, Wei Ci fell ill halfway and had a high fever for two days, which almost burned out her brain.

"Cough cough cough——"

The exquisite and perfect face quickly became thin under the torture of the disease, but a beauty is a beauty, even if she is sick, she still has a beauty that makes people lose their minds. Wei Ci got up with difficulty and drank the bowl of black medicine juice, almost vomiting out of nausea.

"Alas, I really don't know why you are so anxious." Zhang Ping helped him lie down helplessly and asked the servant to bring some candied fruit. "Since the earthquake that day, I always felt that you had something in your heart. You traveled day and night without caring about your body. Finally, you fell ill, right?"

Wei Ci felt hot all over, and the high fever had not subsided. Even the people in front of him were blurred.

"Xiheng, Ci is fine..."

Zhang Ping sighed, "It's still fine. If the fever doesn't go down, this brain will be cooked and served on the table."

If he hadn't set out with Wei Ci this time, who knows if this person would fall ill halfway and die in some wilderness?

He has never seen someone who doesn't care about his body so much.

Wei Ci's body was not very strong to begin with, and now he is still acting so recklessly, isn't this courting death?

He still has a high fever, and the breath he exhales is scorching hot. Wei Ci now dares not even sleep, and once he falls asleep, he has all kinds of nightmares, which makes him extremely tired. Not only has his condition not improved, but it has worsened.

In this state, Zhang Ping will not allow Wei Ci to continue on his journey, and the two of them and the servant simply stay in this B&B for a while.

The next day.

Zhang Ping heard that a monk came outside to beg for alms, and it seemed that he also wanted to stay overnight, but the farmer declined, saying that there were no extra rooms.

"I would like to ask, is there a young man named Wei in the donor's house?"

Zhang Ping was about to boil the medicine, and heard the old monk outside asking the farmer with a smile, and he immediately tensed up.

An old monk?

Looking for Wei Ci?