Chapter 83

Shen Anyan accepted several pairs of jade bracelets and left the palace with Yin Chenlang. But it's not that there are already two pairs of eyes staring at it in the dark.

Yin Chenlang ordered people to lead two carriages and let Shen Anyan get on the back one.

"Now we go to the censor's station to pick up Shen Bingde. Many people in the censor's station haven't really seen the situation in the isolation area. I think Shen Bingde can have a look." Yin Chenlang explained and looked at the snow on the roadside. "I'm afraid Shen Bingde thinks too much, so we are divided into two carriages. The road is a little bumpy. Be careful."

"Good." Shen Anyan replied. "Leave me alone."

Yin Chenlang takes Shen Anyan to the censor's desk to meet Shen Bingde.

People along the Yushitai saluted Yin Chenlang. Yin Chenlang sent someone to call Shen Bingde and took Shen Bingde to the isolation area for inspection.

"Who's in the back carriage? Why don't you show up?" an official said, looking at the distant carriage.

"The real person doesn't show his face. It's probably the fifth miss of the Shen family. She thought of the auxiliary plan received by the censor yesterday." another official was surprised.

After getting off the carriage, Shen Anyan looked around, much better than the last time.

Shen Bingde was still frightened. He looked at the hell like place. Although the bodies were cleaned up a lot, he still called it "corpses everywhere".

On the roadside, officers and soldiers lifted the scattered bodies on the ground and piled them on the wooden cart. A wooden cart pulled several bodies and moved forward slowly.

Officers and soldiers may feel cruel at the beginning, but there are too many, and they become insensitive, pale and weak. They just feel tired and have no heartache. However, there are still a few officers and soldiers who have taken great pains to maintain respect for the dead.

"Don't look, sister." when several officers and soldiers came to pull a wooden cart in the distance, Shen Bingde rushed to Shen Anyan, hugged Shen Anyan and covered her eyes. He didn't want her to see the bodies of the same kind.

Yin Chenlang looked gloomy and walked towards Shen Bingde and Shen Anyan.

"The officers and soldiers are already cleaning up the bodies of patients, but the number of bodies is too large. It will take a few days. As for insects, it will take a lot of time and effort," Yin Chenlang said.

Shen Anyan nodded. It seemed that the imperial court was very concerned about the people's problems and acted very quickly.

"That's good. If it continues, there will be results." Shen Anyan came out of Shen Bingde's arms and said to Yin Chenlang. In the distance, another wooden cart was pulled by officers and soldiers. Shen Bingde opened his mouth to say something, but he still didn't say it. It's not a matter to always hold Shen Anyan in front of Yin Chenlang. Shen Anyan saw Shen Bingde's hesitation and simply stopped looking at the road outside.

Several cries cut across the sky, and the hoarse voice lacked vitality.

"My poor son! Please leave him a whole body!"

"My husband was a soldier and worked for the country! You can't respect him so much!"

“……”

Walking inside, you could hear a cry higher than a cry, but they were stopped in the distance from the wooden cart.

"What's the matter?" Shen Anyan looked at those crying people.

Shen Bingde explained: "the corpse maggots bred from the corpses have the virus of plague. The Taiyuan hospital said that the best way is to burn the corpses, but they think cremation is disrespect for the dead."

"People will be dissatisfied with what they do. The idea of the imperial court is that they don't intend to pay attention to it." Yin Chenlang explained that he was very clear about the situation of the imperial court. He couldn't do more. He treated the body and then buried it. Everyone wanted to do that, but he didn't have the strength.

Yin Chenlang continued to walk inside with Shen Anyan and Shen Bingde. "There's a quarantine area ahead, so we can't get in."

Shen Anyan looked around. Many people from the imperial court were burning Wormwood Leaves and other drugs to disinfect the isolation area.

"Yin Chenlang, look there..." Shen Anyan pushed Yin Chenlang and pointed to the distance.

A child, only three or four years old, can't walk steadily. He sleeps in the isolation area, but the alternative is that he doesn't sleep in the house or tent, but on the roadside.

Shen Anyan stepped aside and looked inside through the railing.

"How did the child sleep on the roadside?" Shen Anyan shouted to the manager next to her.

"Maybe there are not enough beds and mattresses..." the manager said, then ran in and ordered people to look for mattresses.

The child is still asleep. Yun sucks his little hands as if he is hungry. His face is stained with mud and dust.

Although I slept in the snow and sand, I slept very sweet.

Shen Anyan's inner softness seemed to be touched, and her eyes turned red.

Yin Chenlang walked near Shen Anyan and whispered, "I can't bear to see you, right?"

Shen Anyan turned her head and looked at Yin Chenlang.

No, I comforted you.

Yin Chenlang turned around and asked someone to call the people in charge of the isolation area and said, "when changing shifts, tell the censor's desk that the king will donate quilts and mattresses today. You help the king settle the child first and let him enter the room to squeeze with others."

When Yin Chenlang came back again, his eyes seemed to be slightly sour. He blinked and looked at the isolation area.

The child was called up, rubbed his eyes, sneezed, saw Shen Anyan and giggled.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Anyan smiled and asked.

"Not hungry, but I miss my mother." the child said and was led in by others before Shen Anyan answered.

From beginning to end, she has been soft hearted and broke the rules. Shen Anyan doesn't know whether she will put herself in a dangerous situation.

"Shen Bingde." Shen Anyan shouted.

Shen Bingde seemed to be in a daze. She didn't hear it. Shen Anyan shouted twice before she reacted and walked over quickly.

Shen Anyan tore open a smile and asked, "what do you think?"

"Ah?" Shen Bingde shook his head. "Nothing, sister."

Shen Bingde suddenly thought of something. His eyes lit up and looked up at Yin Chenlang. "By the way, Lord, I just wondered if the Ministry of rites should publicize it when educating everyone not to believe in witchcraft. Cremation is also a way of burial. It's also magnificent and can be passed."

Yin Chenlang nodded and praised Shen Bingde's method. He replied, "OK, you should draft one first and send you back first. Shen Anyan and I have to go to the Palace first."

After the three discussed, they finished the inspection, got on the carriage and left the place.

"After writing, you don't have to give it to the censor's desk. Just give it to me directly. I'll give it to the Ministry of rites in front of my father tomorrow." Yin Chenlang said.

Shen Bingde promised to come down, turned around and went to the place set up by the censor's desk specifically for the cold epidemic, and began to read the materials and archives.

Sit at your desk and start writing.

"Nothing is capable of exceeding this." the ancient people buried the bones and buried the bones. In the modern times, the Yuan people were vulgar, the dead or burned with fire, and threw their bones in water. The injury was bad and vulgar. It was awesome. It forbids them. If the poor are not, the lawsuits will be chosen as the rest of the tomb for burial.

Shen Bingde suppressed a burst of doubts in his heart, went back and asked again, and then continued to revise the draft publicity.