The villain powerful minister pitted his tech house

Chapter 636 The Plague
The black-red blood mixed with the river water, diluted it, and flowed downstream.

There was one more person in the fleeing team.

Every day, there will be one or two more people in the fleeing team, and one or two fewer people. If you can't take care of your own life, why should you care about others.

"Cough cough."

Someone started coughing softly.

During the night, such coughing sounds came and went.

"Mother, I can't sleep." The little girl was held in her mother's arms, looked at her mother and said, "The uncle with the big knife, he is gone."

Among the fleeing crowd, people who disappeared were usually dead.

How many people will die along the way, women are used to it.

"Hey, go to sleep. We will arrive in Yu Country soon, and we will have hot porridge to drink and nice new clothes to wear." The woman whispered, and coughed several times after she finished speaking.

"Mother, you are sick."

"Mother is not sick, she is just a little uncomfortable, don't talk nonsense, go to sleep!"

The sound quickly died away.

Ahead is the border town of Yu Country.

Outside the tall city walls, there was a long line of refugees who wanted to enter the city.

The officials are registering one by one, where they come from, how old they are, whether they have any previous criminal records, whether they have any special skills and skills.

Not everyone can enter the city.

But even if they can't enter the city, they won't be said to drive them away.

30 meters away from the city gate, they were allowed to build thatched huts, and all the refugees could get a bowl of porridge on the first day they came. In the following time, they could also get food by reclaiming farmland in the wasteland in the south of the city.

When the fleeing people heard this, there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

The woman followed the crowd and finally reached the gate of the city.

"People from Qiliang Kingdom?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any good skills?"

"Does embroidery and weaving count?"

"Forget it." The official took up a pen and wrote, "Try it in a while, and you can enter the city if you pass the test."

"Thank you, my lord!" the woman said in surprise, followed by a violent cough, spittle spattering the unsuspecting official's face.

"Hey, wait a minute." The official wiped his face with a handkerchief, "You're sick."

"My lord, I just have some cold, and I will recover soon." The woman said hastily.

"If you are sick, you can't enter the city." The official took out a pen and drew on a wooden sign, "There is a doctor on the left, let the doctor see, come here when you are cured."

The official waved his hands and ignored the two mothers and daughters, and said to the people next to him, "A lot of people in that group just now caught cold, let the doctors pay attention."

Attention is useless.

More and more people are coughing.

It spread from outside the city to the inside of the city, and even doctors and doctors were not spared.

A piece of news was rushed to Bianjing——

"Your Majesty, there is a plague in Fucheng!"

When Fu Xuan knew about it, he immediately ordered the city to be closed, and no one outside or inside the city could leave.

For a while, Fucheng became panic-stricken.

Especially those who are fleeing, they are here to escape, not to die!
The people in the city hated these refugees to death. They were the ones who brought the plague to Fucheng, and they were all implicated by these people.

Will the emperor come to rescue them?

Will the emperor kill them in order to prevent the plague from spreading outside?
Death, anxiety, contradictions, and fears filled this city.

Many officials and soldiers in Fucheng also got the plague, and they wanted to manage the city, but they were powerless.

(End of this chapter)