Empress work daily

Chapter 170 Talking
Qin Sangluo's choked-up appearance made Yin Buli's mouth tense, and she seemed to be able to feel his feelings.

Few people in the world can understand Qin Sangluo, a man who has been tortured in the palace, who has lived on for decades because of his unfulfilled ambition of water control.

At the beginning, on the way to the south of the Yangtze River, he was ridiculed by many people, and some people even openly talked about his incompleteness in the court.

Just like nowadays, everyone is talking about her status as a woman, attacking her for being deviant, and mocking her for being overconfident.

So what?

Didn't Qin Sangluo also build the Dajiang Canal in the end?

Didn't she also walk down the south of the Yangtze River in the end?
If they didn't have His Majesty's support and encouragement back then, perhaps those shining ideals were still at the starting point.

Therefore, Yin Buli understood Qin Sangluo's thoughts and feelings for His Majesty, which was a natural expression of His Majesty's kindness.

All of this made Yin Buli couldn't help laughing and said: "It's okay, I just miss you and Jiangnan."

"I miss you too..." Qin Sangluo choked up again and didn't continue.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Yin Buli changed the subject and said, "It means that His Majesty will not be happy if he sees you like this."

Hearing the sound, Qin Sangluo lowered his head to look at himself, and replied cheerfully: "It's muddy everywhere outside, brocade clothes can't save face. When this flood is over, I will go back to Beijing to meet His Majesty. I will dress beautifully."

No matter how beautiful he is, he can't hide his thinness and haggardness.

Yin Buli was not referring to the coat, and Qin Sangluo also knew that she was not referring to the coat.

But no one said any more.

Qin Sangluo introduced the situation in Jiangxia County to her and Ban Zhuojia.

The plague has not been completely eradicated so far, only because the plague that originally only spread among the river workers suddenly spread among the people.

The reason is that a few river workers who were so afraid that they lost their minds quietly fled back to their villages. They never thought that they had already contracted the plague when they fled. In this way, one infected two, and two infected four... When the government found out, More than a dozen villages have been engulfed by the plague.

What Qin Sangluo was most afraid of at the beginning was this kind of situation, so he took very strict measures to confine the river workers, especially those infected with the plague.

After the plague spread, he became even busier. He ran to the canal during the day and the village at night.

In order not to worry His Majesty, every time he plays, he will say seven points and three points, especially the spread of the plague to the village, which he has kept until now.

Although Qin Sangluo was downplaying the whole process, Yin Buli and Ban Zhuojia fully understood his hardships and hardships.Asked about the current situation, Qin Sangluo replied with a sigh of relief: "The situation is getting better."

"Thanks to the arrival of the divine doctor, if it weren't for his symptomatic prescription, relying on the traditional anti-drug prescription, I couldn't control it at all."

Physician!

This is a name resounding throughout the ruling and opposition parties.

Don't mention how excited Yin Buli was when he first heard the miracle doctor's deeds from his father.

Qin Sangluo is still very excited so far.With the wonderful prescription of the miraculous doctor and the help of the imperial hospital, the prescription is passed on to ten and ten to a hundred.

Even later, under the guidance of the genius doctor, the Tai Hospital took care of everything, directly turning the prescriptions into barrels of medicinal juice, pushing a wheelbarrow around the streets every day, and giving them to people who were infected with the plague. Fill two bowls.

Not to mention, the effect of this method is amazing, the scale of the infected area and the number of people are shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Today, there are only two villages and dozens of people who have not recovered.There are still seven or eight people left in the river worker, and the imperial physician diagnosed that these people are all fine, and it will be a matter of time before they recover.

At this point, Yin Buli and Ban Zhuojia breathed a sigh of relief.

The two proposed to pay homage to the divine doctor, but Qin Sangluo sighed and said, "Since the divine doctor came here, he has worked day and night, and his body became weaker and weaker, and he was accidentally infected with the plague a few days ago..."

Yin Buli and Ban Zhuojia were shocked.

"Don't worry, the miraculous doctor took the medicine for three days, and the plague on his body has completely dissipated, but his body is still a little weak, and he is recuperating in the back room of the county office. When he is better, I will take you to visit."

This is very good, thank you both Yin Buli and Ban Zhuojia.

The two then settled the army properly and still lived in the post.

On the way to the posthouse, God started to rain again, and the two of them inevitably got wet again.

However, they are used to it.

When they arrived at the posthouse, the two went back to their rooms, changed into dry clothes, went downstairs and met in the lobby.

The postmaster ordered the postman to cook four small dishes for the two of them. With the small dishes, the two wolfed down more than ten bowls of brown rice. With that posture, the postmaster and several postmen were stunned.

After managing the post for many years, they asked themselves that they had received countless officials from south to north, and they had never seen such a mess, and they were still Beijing officials!
And it's a man and a woman!
And female officials eat crazier than male officials.

Seeing that the four dishes were all swept away, the postmaster hurriedly ordered two more dishes to be brought into the kitchen. Not long after they were served, they were all eaten up again.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Yin Buli sighed: "I really want to eat the shortbread baked by my mother, and the soft and fragrant steamed buns she steamed."

Ban Zhuojia: "..."

"Isn't the rice delicious?"

After being out for more than 20 days, today is the first time for the two of them to eat and drink. There was no chance before.

Yin Buli nodded, "Of course it's delicious. I just miss the food in my hometown."

In fact, it is a little homesick.

Before, I was scrambling to get on the road and provide disaster relief the whole time, so I don't have the time to think about it when I'm busy.The current situation is very good, even Jiangxia County, which is the most concerned, is not as serious as imagined, and people will miss their loved ones as soon as they relax.

Ban Zhuojia was right when he thought about it. He was born in Wudi, and going to the south of the Yangtze River was like going home for him.Yin Buli is an authentic northerner, and what he is most used to is pasta.

After a moment of silence, Ban Zhuojia suddenly said: "My favorite food is the glutinous rice dumpling made by my mother. It is delicious, tender, soft and delicious."

Postmaster: "..."

Two adults who came to Jiangxia for disaster relief suddenly sat face to face, talking about what kind of food they like to eat from their mothers... The painting style is really weird.

Yin Buli was speechless for a moment, she knew that Ban Zhuojia's parents were gone when she was very young.

Ban Zhuojia took the initiative to mention, "When I was five years old, my father died, and my mother supported me by washing yarn for rich households. Every time my mother washed yarn by the stream, I would go down the river to fish. Mom would cheer for me and say hello. Later, I learned how to insert fish with a bamboo pole, and I inserted more and more, so that in the end, I could earn a lot of money every month just by selling fish."

"Mother is very happy. Every time I bring home the money from selling fish, she will make glutinous rice dumplings for me..."

Yin Buli has never listened to Ban Zhuojia's talk about these things. After walking for more than 20 days, the two of them discussed various disaster relief plans and dealt with various difficult problems. .

Unknowingly, she was fascinated by it.

The postmaster who was standing at the counter pretending to sort out the account books also listened with gusto.

"When I was 12 years old, my mother suddenly fell ill and left after two months. After that, I entered the military camp. I was very lucky to meet the king of the county and became his soldier."

"There is an old man in the camp who can also make glutinous rice dumplings. The taste is exactly the same as that made by my mother. Since then, I have fallen in love with the military camp..."

Yin Buli held back his sorrow and asked, "Who gave you your name?"

"My mother." Ban Zhuojia excitedly said: "I was born in the reeds, my mother specially named me such a name, saying that it will be easy to support."

"What a good name." Yin Buli praised.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which did not affect the chattering of the two young people living in a foreign land.

(End of this chapter)