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Chapter 420 Pingzhou (Part )

A few days later, Emperor Taihe's handwritten letter and Wang Jin's letter were delivered to Nanyang County together.

After inspecting the Nanyang military camp, Jiang Shaohua received these two letters on his way to Wan County.

Jiang Shaohua first read the letter from Emperor Taihe, in which Emperor Taihe highly praised Jiang Shaohua for sending his personal guards to deliver medicine and food to Pingzhou, and promised to reward Dr. Sun and his son.

As for Wang Jin's letter, it was much more tactful. It implicitly described the situation of the people arguing in front of the emperor that day, and reminded her to be careful of the cold arrows from behind...

Jiang Shaohua curled the corner of his mouth and put the letter aside.

No one knew Zheng Chen's temperament better than she did. From the moment she chose her own path and said goodbye to him, he would never be her "backer". She was always wary of him, even more than Prime Minister Wang.

Chen Jinyu carefully noticed that Jiang Shaohua was not in a good mood and did not dare to ask more questions.

Jiang Shaohua was silent for a moment, then took the initiative to speak: "The matter of Nanyang County sending medicinal materials and grain to Pingzhou has been made clear in the court. The emperor wrote a personal letter to comfort me, and no one will attack the Nanyang Palace for this matter in the future."

A trace of worry flashed across Chen Jinyu's eyes. "Not at the moment. Once the plague in Pingzhou is completely under control, it's hard to say. When the time comes to reward the merits, I'm afraid the faces of the important officials in the court will be very ugly."

Jiang Shaohua said calmly: "It doesn't matter. This princess doesn't care about the reward from the court."

What she wanted was to cure the plague in Pingzhou and save the people.

What she wants is the hearts of the people in the north.

Jiang Shaohua would not say these words that could not be spoken, and Chen Jinyu gradually understood them.

Chen Jinyu glanced at the princess and changed the subject casually: "This is the first time that the Fourth Master Wang has written to the princess. He is also interesting. Prime Minister Wang and his party have been making things difficult for the princess. He and the princess are naturally hostile. Why did he write to the princess?"

Jiang Shaohua didn't want to mention Wang Jin any more, so he evasively replied, "I'm going to write a letter back to the emperor."

Since I didn’t mention Wang Jin, it naturally meant that I had no intention of writing a reply.

Chen Jinyu understood and said no more.

……

April, Pingzhou.

Spring ploughing had already ended in various places, but in Pingzhou, very little land was cultivated. Large tracts of fertile land had become wasteland.

The strong stench of corpses in the air had slowly dissipated, replaced by the smell of lime scattered all over the ground and the ubiquitous smell of medicine.

The people who struggled to survive the plague gathered outside the governor's mansion and lined up in several long queues to receive their daily medicine.

There are ten sheds here, each with a large iron pot under which a brown medicine soup is boiled. Each person can get a bowl of the medicine, which is said to prevent the plague after drinking it.

In addition to applying pesticides, there is also a porridge stall in another place, which is dedicated to distributing porridge. The porridge in the porridge stall is quite thick, and sometimes some wild vegetables are mixed in with some oil and salt for seasoning.

After drinking the medicine, most people would go to the porridge stall to get another bowl of porridge. No matter what, they survived another day and lived another day.

"Look, Imperial Physician Sun is coming." "Everyone, kneel down and kowtow to Imperial Physician Sun."

There was a commotion in the crowd. No one knew who was the first to kneel down, but soon a group of people knelt down, kowtowed and shouted to Doctor Sun.

Of course, the first thing people shouted was "Long live the princess". Every day when they received medicine and porridge, someone kept telling them that these were the medicine and food given to them by the Princess of Nanyang. After a few months, in the hearts of the surviving people, the Princess of Nanyang was the one who saved them from suffering.

The shouts of "Long live the princess" rose and fell one after another, deafening.

Doctor Sun, who was out in official uniform to comfort people, listened to the cries that became louder and louder, and a smile broke out on his thinner face.

The young man following Doctor Sun had red and blue eyes from staying up late, and he yawned every time he opened his mouth. Of course, it was Sun Guangbai.

"Father, the princess has sent a large amount of grain seeds to allow the people of Pingzhou to make up for the spring ploughing. This matter cannot be delayed, should the grain seeds be distributed quickly?"

In just two sentences, Sun Guangbai yawned three times.

Doctor Sun glanced at his son with disdain: "This matter is handled by Commander Qin Hai, you don't have to worry about it. Look at you, you've been up for a few nights and you're so sleepy?"

Is it a matter of staying up all night?
He hadn't had a good night's sleep in Pingzhou for more than three months. There were endless patients to see, endless medicine to make, and endless scolding...

Sun Guangbai complained wildly in his mind, but of course he didn't dare to say a word and just took the scolding obediently.

"Imperial Doctor Sun, Military Doctor Sun," Lin Huiniang, whose face was thin and haggard, came hurriedly, her face full of panic, her voice trembling constantly, "There's news from the epidemic area that three patients who had already recovered suddenly died."

Doctor Sun's expression suddenly became serious, and he didn't bother to scold his son anymore: "I'll go over now."

Sun Guangbai followed without saying a word.

Those who could queue up to receive medicine and porridge were all people who had not yet been infected with the plague and were in good health. Those who had already been infected with the plague were concentrated and isolated together, which was convenient for care and also helped to control the plague within a certain range.

Over the past few months, people who contracted the plague died one after another. Some survived, but the death rate was extremely high, in fact, far exceeding the number of survivors.

Doctor Sun and his son stayed in the plague area almost every day, treating patients and prescribing medicine, comforting and encouraging people to live. In the hearts of these people who were infected with the plague and waiting to die, Doctor Sun and his son were like gods.

When the figures of Doctor Sun and Sun Guangbai appeared, the people who had been crying in despair stopped crying spontaneously and looked over with eager eyes.

Doctor Sun felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and heart, but he looked calm and said loudly, "Don't panic, everyone. Our Princess Nanyang has sent a large batch of medicinal herbs and grain seeds. When everyone's illness is cured, go get the grain seeds and plant another crop of grain, and there will be a harvest in the fall."

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I will go and write a new prescription and boil a new decoction. When the decoction is ready, everyone will drink a bowl and you will get better soon."

The people infected with the plague, some with a foul odor, some with pale faces and thin bodies, and some even staggered when they walked, all knelt down and kowtowed to Doctor Sun.

Doctor Sun knew that he couldn't stop them, so he didn't try to stop them and quickly went to the tent to write a prescription.

Sun Guangbai followed his biological father and sighed in a low voice when he got to the tent: "The previous prescription still didn't work. What medicine does father plan to prescribe now?"

Doctor Sun also sighed: "Let's add two more herbs and see!"

No matter what, we have to prescribe a prescription and make a decoction to give the people infected with the plague hope of survival.