Chapter 397

Sure enough, Feng Jin came to settle accounts with Qi Guan.

But literati, especially smart literati, do not roll up their sleeves and come and go.

Jiang Pengji looked left and right. She saw that Feng Jin and Qi Guan asked them to sit on one side respectively. No one would give way. The whole tent was full of invisible smoke. She turned her eyes and said a word to the audience in the live broadcast room.

[anchor v]: bet or not, are these two men women? Quarrel can be so literary and artistic, I also have increased my knowledge.

It was clear that she was the one who provoked the war. When things got big, she picked herself clean.

Such a brazen anchor is a clear stream in the live broadcasting industry.

[sugar free peppermint]: female controllers are not terrible. They still have brains. I thought they were chatting happily just now. After being translated by the big man in the live broadcasting room, I knew they were scolding. The ancient literati were terrible, and the quarrel could be so artistic.

[40m broadsword]: literature and art is not terrible. It's terrible because you can't understand it. It's embarrassing to think others praise you.

[jujube]: don't you think the anchor is the worst? It is clear that she started the dispute first.

Jiang Pengji holds her cheek. No matter Qi guanrang or Feng Jin, they can't take the initiative to tear her. They can't beat her again.

After tearing for most of the day, the two people, who were inseparable, tacitly chose to stop the war and cook tea. There was no smoke of war just now.

Jiang Pengji's eyes turned... She didn't quite understand the way you literati quarreled.

In ancient times, the medical technology was very backward, there were too many patients, and the doctor couldn't get busy at all. Many patients with serious conditions couldn't survive and swallowed their breath reluctantly. Those with relatively minor injuries recovered quickly. There was no problem in a normal way.

A few days later, the dead wounded were buried, and Jiang Pengji made her leave the stronghold.

Riding Dabai and wearing cool clogs on her feet, Jiang Pengji opened the road ahead, followed by several slow-moving carriages, which were filled with food, herbs and people with serious injuries. The rest can ride a horse if they can, but can't ride a horse and walk directly.

The people packed their bags and followed behind the team. Jiang Pengji specially arranged two-thirds of the episodes and the forbidden army to protect these people.

Meng Hun led the scouts to explore the way ahead and reported the situation every quarter of an hour.

Feng Jin rode a jujube horse and asked Jiang Pengji.

"According to the episode of Fengyi County, there have been people dying from the plague. Should Lanting consider changing its route to Xiangyang County? After all, these people are not suitable to go to the epidemic area. If they are infected with the disease, there will be unnecessary deaths and injuries."

Jiang Pengji understood that there were no special drugs in ancient times. These epidemics were terrible. One spread could take away countless lives.

She nodded, "change your way to Xiangyang County, settle these people first, and then we'll go to other places in Fengyi county."

After a major disaster, there will be epidemics, because we have not done a good job in sanitation and epidemic prevention.

Jiang Pengji took action in time, chose to bury the bodies and sprinkle lime to reduce the possibility that the bodies suddenly fell into the soil.

The camp is often cleaned, and the objects used by the wounded are also disinfected with wormwood leaf water. In addition, God gives face, there is no epidemic in Shangjing. However, Fengyi county is different. According to the disaster relief episode there, many corpses lie on the streets, rotten corpse water is everywhere, and wild cats and wild dogs eat the corpses. Finally, not only the river is polluted, but also the people's living water is not clean.

Under such circumstances, it is still hot summer, and it is difficult not to break out.

Jiang Pengji can only order everyone in the episode to be careful. They should pay attention to the food and water they eat every day. The water of Wormwood Leaves and reed roots have not been cut off. They can save more people only on the premise of saving their own lives.

Xu Ke frowned and added, "if you do this, you have to remember to write documents to other county magistrates or county heads, and the Fengyi Sheriff should also inform you. Otherwise, you will have thousands of episodes around you, which will certainly arouse their suspicion and panic."

Jiang Pengji is now just a magistrate of Xiangyang County, not a prefect of Fengyi county. Theoretically, she can't run around outside her own territory.

"Compared with these, let me worry more about the situation in Xiangyang County." Qi official asked him to be idle and bored to join the discussion. His face was frozen and said, "Xiangyang County was also affected by the earthquake. When the earthquake happened, there might have been a mess in Xiangyang County, and I don't know what would happen there. If there was a plague spreading, Lanting would be busy for a long time."

Fortunately, Xiangyang County is vast and sparsely populated. Even if the people are seriously killed and injured, it is unlikely to form a large-scale plague.

Qi Guan asked him to think calmly, his pure black eyes with a chilling cold.

"I've sent a team to Xiangyang County to investigate the situation. There will be news in two days."

Jiang Pengji naturally thought of these problems, and most of them had made preparations first.

To be honest, with such a reassuring future Lord, Xu Ke, they still feel very relaxed. A god like Lord is always better than a pig like Lord... If the other party can change his bad temper, it will be more perfect.

When Jiang Pengji took nearly 20000 people to Xiangyang County, Wei CI fell ill on the way. She had a high fever for two days and almost burned her brain.

"Cough, cough -"

The exquisite and perfect face quickly lost weight under the torture of disease, but beauty is beauty. Even if she is sick, she still has a distracting beauty. Wei CI struggled to get up and drank the bowl of dark medicine juice, almost spitting out without nausea.

"Oh, I don't know what you're in a hurry." Zhang Ping helplessly helped him lie down and asked the schoolboy to take some preserves. "Since the earthquake that day, you always feel that you have buried something in your heart. You travel day and night. You don't care about your body at all. Are you finally ill?"

Wei CI felt hot all over. The high fever still didn't subside. He was even confused to see people in front of him.

"Xiheng, kindness has nothing to do..."

Zhang Ping tut said, "it's all right. If the fever doesn't go down, the brain can be cooked and put on the table."

If he hadn't been on the road with Weici this time, who knows if this man would have fallen ill halfway and died in some wilderness?

He has never seen such a person who doesn't cherish his body.

Weici's body and bones are not very strong. Now he's still so reckless. Don't you die.

He still has a high fever, and the breath he spits out is hot. Wei CI doesn't even dare to sleep now. As soon as he goes to sleep, it is all kinds of nightmares, which makes him extremely tired. Instead of getting better, his condition has worsened a bit.

Now, Zhang Ping won't allow Wei Ci to continue on his way. The two people and a servant simply stay in this home stay.

The next day.

Zhang Ping heard that there was a Buddhist monk outside and seemed to want to stay. The farmer owner declined and there was no spare room.

"I venture to ask, is there a young man surnamed Wei in the benefactor's house?"

Zhang Ping was going to decoct medicine when he heard the old monk outside asking the farmer with a smile. He immediately strained his nerves.

An old monk?

Looking for Weici?