You are the only one who dreams back to the previous life

Chapter 37

Li Wei and I were silent at the same time, yes!Faced with such a situation, laughing and cursing is simply disrespectful to the deceased.In such a situation, it seems like a sin to have joyful emotions.When we arrived in Jiaodong Province, no one spoke, and the silence in the carriage was suffocating.The biting cold wind opened the door curtain, rushed into my neck, and poured into my heart.I'm shivering from the cold, shivering...

After walking for a month and a half, I finally arrived in Jiaodong Province.As soon as we got off the bus, we were busy listening to the county magistrate's story.The floods here occurred in May last year, and it has been more than half a year since the accumulation.I am very different, why I didn't hear anything about what happened for more than half a year.Thinking about it more carefully, we were also in Mongolia for most of last year, and the prince probably suppressed this matter.The news is so tightly sealed, it seems that the prince must have something to do with the trickery.

Before I could recover, they proceeded to tell us about a catastrophe—a full-blown plague.It can be said that all the people who are infected with the disease have the same goal by different routes - they either died of illness or were burned to death.

"Are you divided into one area?" I seemed to ask a silly question, but I had to.Hearing the number of dead and property losses reported in the magistrate's newspaper, everyone in the house fell silent in unison.I try to break the ice.

"If you go back to Gege, it's done." The magistrate said respectfully.

"Prefect Ling! Have you found a cure?"

"Back to Gege, not yet."

"Then..." Fourth Master interrupted before he finished speaking. "I haven't found a way yet... What do you think should be done?"

The magistrate didn't hear the implication of these words, he said: "The officials will try their best to find famous doctors to solve this plague."

"Then, what should I do if it still doesn't work?"

"This..." The prefect understood.Big beads of sweat came out of his forehead, one by one, slid across his cheeks and dripped to the ground.His hands were trembling on the ground, as if he had Parkinson's disease. I thought he was about to have a heart attack.

"You come and see me." Fourth master's complexion changed, he stopped talking with him, gave the order to die and left in a huff.I followed up and took a look at the magistrate before leaving, the bastard, he was so scared that he wet his pants.

"Okay?" Fourth Master asked, "Yeah" I replied in a daze, this mood changed too fast!
"After a few days of turbulence, the wound did not open."

Sometimes I really doubt that he has facial paralysis, such as this moment.He always has a cold face, and even the greetings of concern are made like orders by him.

"Yes, the cut is not that deep." In fact, the imperial doctor told me that day that if the cut was a little deeper, my arm would be useless, and according to modern terms, the nerve line was almost injured.

He didn't say anything, just kept looking at me.He looked at me with hairs all over, and turned my head away uncomfortably.Li Wei, who went out to investigate, happened to come back, and he took Siye to check the disaster situation and victims.I went back to the inn and immediately sent Xiao Er to buy wormwood.I plan to fumigate their clothes with wormwood and disinfect them when they come back.

I turned into men's clothing and asked passers-by on the street about the flood, but got an unexpected version of the story.First, the river embankment has been in disrepair for a long time, and this year it has hardly been repaired, only the river embankment at the old man Gao who is resting here;

Second, the medicine to suppress the plague has been found, but it has to be bought from the government at a high price.Heh, do you want to buy the medicine to suppress the plague?Hehehehe, it's really ridiculous, no wonder some people say: "One Qing magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflakes in silver." This kind of greed for ink is not counted, and there are still expensive medicines, which is extremely ridiculous.

(End of this chapter)