As expected, Feng Jin still came to settle scores with Qiguan Rang.
However, literati, especially smart literati, did not settle accounts by rolling up their sleeves and going back and forth.
Jiang Pengji's eyes darted left and right. She saw Feng Jin and Qiguan Rang sitting on one side of the tent, engaged in a war of words. No one was willing to take a step back. The whole tent was filled with invisible smoke. She secretly rolled her eyes and said to the audience in the streaming room.
Host V: "Are you willing to bet that these two men are feminists? Their quarrels can be so artistic. I've learned a lot. "
Clearly, she was the one who started the fight. Now that things have gotten out of hand, she's the one who took the blame.
Such a shameless streamer is a breath of fresh air in the streaming world.
Sugarless Mints: "Feminists aren't scary. What's scary is that they have a brain." I thought they were having a pleasant conversation. After the translation by the expert in the streaming room, I found out that they were actually quarreling. The ancient scholars are really scary. Their quarrels can be so artistic. "
Shimi Dadao: "Artistic is not scary. What's scary is that you don't understand and think they're praising you. That's embarrassing."
Dadao: "Don't you think the streamer is the worst one? She was the one who started the quarrel. "
Jiang Pengji rested her chin on her hand. Whether it was Qiguan Rang or Feng Jin, they wouldn't take the initiative to fight her. They couldn't beat them.
After arguing for half a day, the two of them, who were evenly matched, decided to stop fighting. They brewed tea and enjoyed it. There was no sign of the previous fight.
Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes … She didn't really understand the way scholars quarrel.
The medical technology of the ancient times was very backward. There were too many patients, and the doctors could not handle all of them. Many of the more serious patients could not hold on at all and breathed their last unwillingly. Those with lighter injuries recovered very quickly, and it would not be a problem for them to continue their journey.
After a few days, Jiang Pengji buried the dead people and ordered people to set off.
Riding on White and wearing cool wooden clogs, Jiang Pengji cleared the way in front. A few slow carriages followed behind. The carriages contained food, herbs, and the more seriously injured people. The rest of the people rode horses if they could. If they couldn't, they walked.
The people packed their bags and followed behind. Jiang Pengji specially arranged two-thirds of the troops and imperial guards to protect them.
Meng Hun led the scouts ahead and reported the situation every fifteen minutes.
Feng Jin rode a maroon horse and went forward to ask Jiang Pengji.
"I heard from the troops in Fengyi County that people have succumbed to the plague. Do you want to consider changing the route and detour to Xiangyang District? The people behind us are not suitable to go to the epidemic area. If they get infected, there will be unnecessary deaths and injuries. "
Jiang Pengji understood that in ancient times, there was no specific medicine. These diseases were very scary. Once they spread, they could take away countless lives.
She nodded and said, "Let's change our route to Xiangyang District. Let's settle these people down first before going to other places in Fengyi County."
Epidemics were bound to occur after major disasters, but that was because they had not done a good job in sanitation and epidemic prevention.
Jiang Pengji acted in time and chose to bury the corpses. She sprinkled lime on the corpses to reduce the possibility of the corpses burying into the soil.
The campsite was frequently cleaned, and the injured's belongings were disinfected with mugwort water. Coupled with God's grace, there were no epidemics in Shangjing. However, it was different in Fengyi County. According to the troops in charge of disaster relief, many corpses were strewn on the streets. Water from rotting corpses was everywhere. Wild cats and dogs gnawed on the corpses. In the end, not only was the river polluted, but even the people's daily water supply was not clean.
Under such circumstances, it was difficult for epidemics to not break out in the scorching summer.
Jiang Pengji could only order the troops to be careful. They had to pay attention to the food and water that passed through their mouths every day. The mugwort water and reed water had not been cut off. Only by protecting their own lives could they save more people.
Xu Ke frowned and added, "If we do that, Langjun must remember to write a letter to the other district magistrates. You must also inform the chief of Fengyi County. Otherwise, with thousands of troops by your side, it will definitely arouse their suspicion and panic. "
Jiang Pengji was now only the district magistrate of Xiangyang District. She was not the chief of Fengyi County. In theory, she could not run around outside of her own territory.
"Compared to these, Rang is more worried about the situation in Xiangyang District." Qiguan Rang joined the discussion out of boredom. He said with a solemn expression, "Xiangyang District is also affected by the earthquake. When the earthquake happened, there was no one in charge in Xiangyang District. It may have long been in a mess. We don't know what the situation over there is. If the plague spreads, Lanting will be busy for a long time. "
Fortunately, Xiangyang District was vast and sparsely populated. Even if there were heavy casualties among the people, it would not be able to cause a large-scale epidemic.
Qiguan Rang thought calmly. His pure black eyes carried a chill that sent chills down one's spine.
"I have already sent a small team to Xiangyang District to investigate the situation. There will be news in two days."
Jiang Pengji naturally thought of these problems. Most of them were already prepared.
To be honest, with such a worry-free future lord, Xu Ke and the rest felt rather relaxed. A god-like lord was always better than a pig-like one … If she could change her bad temper, it would probably be even more perfect.
When Jiang Pengji brought nearly 20,000 people to Xiangyang District, Wei Ci fell ill on the way. He had a high fever for two days and almost burned his brain.
"Cough, cough, cough …"
His exquisite and perfect face quickly thinned under the torture of illness. But a beauty was a beauty. Even if he was sick, he still had a beauty that made people lose their minds. Wei Ci got up with difficulty. He drank the bowl of black medicine and almost vomited it out of disgust.
"Sigh, I really don't know why you are in such a hurry." Zhang Ping helplessly helped him lie down. He asked the boy servant to bring some candied plums. "Since the earthquake that day, I feel that you have something buried in your heart. You have been traveling day and night without caring about your health. You have finally fallen ill, haven't you?"
Wei Ci felt his whole body heat up. His high fever had yet to subside. Even his vision was blurry.
"Xiheng, I am fine …"
Zhang Ping tutted. "You are fine? If your fever doesn't subside, your brain will be cooked and served on the table."
If he had not gone on this journey with Wei Ci, who knew if this person would have fallen sick halfway through the journey and died in some desolate wilderness?
He had never seen someone who did not take care of his body.
Wei Ci's body was not strong to begin with. Now that he was acting so recklessly, he was courting death.
He still had a high fever. The breath he exhaled was boiling hot. Wei Ci did not even dare to sleep. Once he fell asleep, he would have all kinds of nightmares. It made him unusually tired. Not only did his condition not improve, it worsened.
With his current condition, Zhang Ping would not allow Wei Ci to continue traveling. The two of them and the servant simply stayed in the guest house.
The next day.
Zhang Ping heard a monk begging for alms outside. He seemed to want to stay for the night. The owner of the house declined politely. There were no more spare rooms.
"May I ask if there is a young man with the surname Wei in your house?"
Zhang Ping was about to boil the medicine when he heard the old monk outside asking the farmer with a smile. He immediately tensed up.
An old monk?
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