The eldest daughter of the peasant family just wants to start a career

Chapter 142 Chapter 41 Chapter [-]

Compared to Chen Zhi, who has eaten delicacies from mountains and seas before, Mu Zhixu, who has passed through the soul.

Mu Zhilan and Mu Zhiliu have never eaten white flour steamed buns before. This is the first time they have eaten since they were young.

When she was at home before, Mrs. Mu disliked the two as girls and didn't want to see them at all, not to mention giving them white flour steamed buns, and she didn't even want to give them a cornmeal steamed bun every day.

The white flour at home is for Mu Guang Muyao and his second uncle Mu Yunda.

Even their father, Yunsong, couldn't get enough of it.

Every time Mu Yunsong came back from work in the town, Granny Mu would lock all the white rice and noodles she bought into the cabinet in the house in advance.

Mu Zhixu sat beside her and rubbed the heads of the two little guys, and said softly,
"Yes, we will not only eat white noodles but also meat in the future, and we will live a good life."

Mu Zhilan and Mu Zhiliu nodded, their eyes full of anticipation for the future.

I thought the hard days were over, and the days were getting better today.

But I didn't expect the misery to come again the next day,

In the refugee camp, many people began to grow red spots on their bodies.

At the same time, I had a fever, and the high fever did not go away. The family members took care of me carefully, and found that I also started to have a fever, with red spots.

The accompanying doctors went to check first, then backed away in astonishment,

"Smallpox! It's smallpox!"

……

"Are you sure it's smallpox?"

Listening to the doctor's report, Feng Wu frowned tightly.

"I'm sure, I have seen the infection process of smallpox before, and I also read about it in books. In the early stage of smallpox infection, patients will have high fever, fatigue, headache and back pain, and symptoms will also appear on the face, hands and legs. Red rash. In the middle stage of infection, the pox rash begins to swell and turn into pustules, and then the pustules dry and crack into hard shells or scabs, and the mental state of the sick people is also very poor."

The doctor said, but at the same time he was worried.

"My lord, this smallpox is not an ordinary plague. It can be transmitted by saliva and touch alone, and the death rate is extremely high. With so many refugees in the city, the consequences are unimaginable,"

Feng Wu understood.

Once a refugee has smallpox and is not found in a short period of time, it may develop into ten or even hundreds of people, and then the cycle repeats, and others may be infected with smallpox.

After all, illness takes time.

"Let people count how many people in the refugee camp have smallpox, and separate them according to the severity of the disease."

Feng Wu quickly gave the order.

He also ordered the soldiers to build a few thatched huts as quickly as possible, and then moved all the refugees who had already been infected to the outside of the city.

Others who did not have smallpox were quarantined for the time being.

Smallpox also takes time. If there is a case of smallpox infection, move out of the city immediately.

At the same time, Feng Wu wrote a letter, asking Qi San to hurry back and hand it over to Emperor Rongqing, who asked him to send a special imperial physician over.

I never thought that smallpox would break out among the refugees before, so there were not many doctors with me, and I didn't have any special research on smallpox.

The imperial physicians in the imperial hospital are the most skilled in Fengchao, and some of them have done research on smallpox. Let them come here, maybe there is still some hope.

From morning to night, according to statistics, thousands of refugees in this city were infected with smallpox on the first day alone.

The numbers are frightening.

The inn where Li Sanniang lived also received news that some of the refugees were infected with smallpox.

Several people were startled immediately,
"You don't have any discomfort in your body?"

Li Sanniang was still among the refugees yesterday to collect rice. Fortunately, she was not infected with smallpox.

Neither did Mu Zhilan and Mu Zhiliu.

"Smallpox, it's terrible."

Chen Zhi murmured.

She remembered that her two elder brothers, that is, the emperor's two princes, both died of smallpox.

In just a few days, a fresh life passed away like this.

"Don't worry about you and the rest of you. We just came down from the mountain yesterday. We haven't come into contact with a few refugees. We'll be fine."

Mu Zhixu comforted her mouth, her brows were so frown that it would kill a fly.

The plague came before the drought was over. Did God really want them to die?

Smallpox, this virus was the oldest virus in ancient times, with a mortality rate as high as 90%.

It is very dangerous, almost a plague that will kill you if you get it.

In modern times, many children are vaccinated against vaccinia at birth, so smallpox can be said to have been extinct in modern times.

But it was different in ancient times. In ancient times, where the medical conditions were generally not high, the outbreak was frighteningly fast.

I hope Fengwu can control the refugees as soon as possible, so that the number of people suffering from smallpox will not increase.

Otherwise, one-third of the people in Linzhou City would not be spared.

The only way to avoid smallpox infection is to vaccinate, but unfortunately, it is not acceptable to vaccinate those who have already been infected.

However, in addition to those infected with smallpox in Linzhou City, there are also many people who have not been infected with smallpox.

If you can pass this news on yourself, you can save many people.

Mu Zhixu is not the Holy Mother, she just does what she should do.

What's more, she is just talking. As for whether Feng Wu believes it or not, and whether she is willing to try it, she can only look at herself.

Fengwu announced the news that every household closed their doors.

The inn where Li Sanniang and the others lived was naturally also closed.

But the old man was not angry.

"You'll be fine."

"My old man still has some food in his hand. If you don't mind, I can deliver food to you every morning and evening."

"Thank you, old man, but aren't you afraid that we will also be infected with smallpox?"

Seeing that the old man dared to approach them, Mu Zhixu wondered.

"My old man sees quite a few refugees in a day. As for whether you will get smallpox or not, it depends on your fate. It depends on whether God wants your life or not."

The old man said.

"By the way, there are five guests in our inn besides you. They are all from outside. I don't know if they have been infected with smallpox. So you should at least go out less, and it is best to stay in your room every day."

"Thank you old man."

Mu Zhixu nodded his thanks.

Before the old man left, Mu Zhixu asked the old man for some things and sent a copy to Li Sanniang and Chen Zhi's house.

Before, I just planned to make do with two days in the inn, but now I don't want to leave if I don't have ten days and half a month.

If you can't go, then you have to live your own life,

Of course, she won't take the old man for nothing, including food, drink and useful things.

After closing the door, Mu Zhixu pulled a stool and sat by the window to look down.

The once bustling street market has now become deserted, with only occasional officers and soldiers patrolling the road.

The officers and soldiers all wore white cloths on their faces.

He should have been suggested by a doctor. This white cloth is equivalent to a modern mask to prevent the spread of spit.

(End of this chapter)