In the evening, after returning to the Su mansion, Ning Yi took out a pen and paper and began to write down some regulations and clauses related to disaster relief and epidemic prevention. In the past few days, he had thought about these problems many times, so it was not difficult to write them down.
The modern disaster relief strategy was naturally different from the ancient disaster relief strategy and could not be copied. But in many aspects, the supervision and restrictions were more powerful, the sequence of things was more orderly, and many aspects were more forward-looking and far-sighted. There was no doubt that this was also the case. These things could only be used after combining them with the reality of the Wu dynasty and adjusting them. Of course, there were many ways to prevent and control the epidemic. On the other hand, there was also a pyramid structure and system on how to command, deploy, and manage these disaster victims. This kind of management philosophy was also what Ning Yi was good at, so he wrote them all together.
Part of the reason why he wrote these clauses was probably because of a certain degree of compassion. As a modern person, even if he was really used to the darkness of the world, it was still a little uncomfortable to think that many people would die of illness or starvation in a few months like this. He was not a really cold-blooded person. It was just that his strong sense could often see many things clearly and suppress many emotions. Of course, compassion was only part of it. The other part was some of his plans for other things, which was the second thing he would give to Elder Qin tomorrow.
That night, he was busy writing all night. When Xiaochan came in with iced tremella soup to urge him to drink it quickly, he stopped and said a few words to Xiaochan, "If you don't eat it, the ice will be gone …"
In the past, Xiaochan probably would not disturb him when he was concentrating on his work, but the ice was really precious in summer, so Xiaochan said a few words with some grievance. After drinking the tremella soup, he concentrated on writing again. Xiaochan took a needle and thread and sat in the corner of the room quietly making a shoe sole. Su Tan'er also came to see him once. Seeing that he was writing quietly, she smiled at Xiaochan and left.
The next morning, when they ran to Nie Yunzhu's house, Nie Yunzhu drank tea and talked about Yuan Jin'er's recent affairs.
"Jin'er has actually been talking about you for a long time. I didn't expect that the first time you two met would be like yesterday. Hehe, Jin'er is too willful, Liheng shouldn't blame her. "
"Not at all. She's pretty straightforward." Ning Yi smiled. "Has she been going to the store a lot lately?"
"That's not true. How could she have so much free time? I would go and look for her occasionally. Recently, she seems to be in low spirits."
"What's wrong? Are you not happy that Qi Lan won the title of Top Beauty? "
Yuan Jin'er was actually a good person. Because of the century egg incident, Ning Yi had a good impression of her. He began to think of many poems to help people hype up their reputation. Nie Yunzhu shook her head.
"No, Jin'er didn't want to win the title of Top Beauty in the first place. She was in low spirits, probably because she saw what happened to Feng Xiaojing not long ago."
"Huh?"
"Liheng was outside the city a few days ago, so he might not be very clear about it. After the Top Beauty competition, Chen Yong, the commander of the Brave Army, went to pester Feng Xiaojing again … This has happened before. At that time, Feng Xiaojing was the Top Beauty and was almost forced to jump off a building. This time, it happened again. Chen Yong's wife thought that Feng Xiaojing always seduced her husband, so she took some guards to beat Feng Xiaojing and forced her to run away. In the end, I heard that Feng Xiaojing was almost beaten to death on the street. Now she is still in bed recovering. There are also rumors that she is disfigured and crippled, but it's not clear yet. Feng Xiaojing filed a lawsuit in Yueran Restaurant. The reason is self-evident. That day, Jin'er happened to pass by and saw it. She probably … felt some self-pity. "
"Oh." Ning Yi nodded. "No wonder she wants to go to Takeshi to be a waitress … If she really wants to be a waitress, I think we can give her double the salary, or even triple the salary. I can guarantee that she won't be beaten."
Nie Yunzhu laughed. "I can't believe you thought of that."
"Haha, let's get her married soon."
Nie Yunzhu smiled and lowered her eyes slightly.
Not long after, the sky brightened. Ning Yi left the small building. After watching his figure disappear into the distance, Nie Yunzhu sighed softly, picked up the tea tray, and went back. In the room, Hu Tao was looking at her with hidden bitterness. "Miss, do you know that if this goes on, if Su Tan'er from his family comes looking for us, we will also be beaten to death. Miss, you still talk about friendship between gentlemen. If he really misunderstands, he won't care about these things. "
Nie Yunzhu glanced at her, then smiled happily and even playfully. "Okay, let him beat me to death. If I am really beaten to death, he will definitely come …" She thought, then sighed and put down the tea tray. "But if that is really the case … it will make things difficult for him."
Hu Tao said bitterly, "Miss, don't be crazy. Men are all like that. Don't look at how flowery he is now. If his wife really comes knocking on his door, he won't come. Besides, he's marrying into her family! That Su family's miss is so powerful! Miss … "
"Don't talk about him like that!" Nie Yunzhu glanced back. She didn't seem angry at all. In her mind, she imagined what would happen if she was beaten to death. Hu Tao looked like she was about to cry, still worried. After a while, Nie Yunzhu took a deep breath and turned back. She took the peasant woman's headscarf and wrapped it around herself. When she walked past Hu Tao, she pinched the maidservant's face.
"Hu Tao, you are so cute. You are getting more and more beautiful … It's time to get married."
She said this happily. When she walked out of the room, she lowered her head and murmured playfully and willfully to something in her heart.
I won't get married …
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After class in the morning, they went to the Qinhuai River after eating. Kang Xian was already waiting there. He was actually quite interested in what Ning Yi brought out every time, but he didn't expect it to be a manuscript like this.
Poems, some novel and interesting ideas that were unavoidably deviant, chalk, century eggs, and so on. Whether it was Qin Siyuan or Kang Xian, although they were interested, these were all unorthodox things. Most of the time, they might think that Ning Yi was quite talented and that if he really went to manage something, he wouldn't let them down. However, these were all hypotheses and had never been truly proven. But after this thing was brought out, their views became somewhat different.
At this time, the Wu dynasty also had similar disaster relief and epidemic prevention regulations. However, there were many differences from what Ning Yi had written. Most of them focused on stability. Once something happened, the army would forcibly suppress it, or let the victims fend for themselves, and so on. In short, the main thing was not to hurt the foundation. The few of them were still talking and laughing. After opening the booklet and seeing the title, they became serious. Then, their expressions became solemn. After reading it, they were silent for a long time. Kang Xian then asked Lu Agui to find the disaster relief provisions of the Wu dynasty and compared them one by one. Then, he asked about the hygiene in the text, and Ning Yi explained it by the side of the Go board.
"Things like epidemics often spread from dirty hygiene, so the first thing to do is to try to solve the problems in this area … With the resources at hand, there are often not enough managers. An area is a mess with disaster victims. Ask officials at all levels to suppress their power step by step, select one or two managers from the disaster victims, and quickly tell them what to do …"
"It's still summer now. Find an open and ventilated place and quickly put up a shed that can shelter people from the sun and rain. Try to maintain order and choose suitable places in the surroundings to dig tunnels and build unified latrines and drainage ditches. Quickly transport the quicklime that can be found to the disaster area. Sprinkle it inside and outside the gathering points and disinfect it. Arrange for people to do propaganda. Rats, dead fish, and dead shrimp must not be eaten! Once dead rats are found, find a place to burn and bury them … "
"Open up an area outside the order. As long as there are any illnesses, such as headaches, fever, coughing, diarrhea, and so on, immediately send them in. They are divided into areas with serious and light illnesses, and they must be isolated. I know that many places can't keep up with the supplies, so this is the order that needs to be ensured. As long as cloth can be found, doctors must wear masks. Clean water is very important. Dead fish, dead shrimp, and dead rats must not be eaten … "
"As long as order can be maintained, then arrange for officials to be selected level by level. This is a matter of manpower. Someone needs to publicize the harm of rotten things, the harm of rats, and the harm of things that are too dirty. It can't be helped if they are a little dirty, just try to make sure that they don't enter their mouths. As long as clean water can be found, they can wash their hands. Arrange for people to publicize the measures of the court, how much disaster relief food funds are coming, and so on … Of course, all of this must be based on the lowest standard of rations they can get. Most places in our dynasty shouldn't have reached this level yet …"
Ning Yi said some things, and Kang Xian also nodded. "In most places, there is still a certain amount of disaster relief food reserves. They can always get some if they are stingy."
"That's good. Make sure that they don't starve to death. If they can get one or two bowls of porridge every day, they won't riot, and they won't eat those rats or dead things. If the first step doesn't go wrong, the later steps can be controlled. If there is a disaster and an epidemic, then it will be out of control. They can basically only live and die on their own.
We can't even stop them … "" So some of the methods of personnel management and distribution of disaster relief food funds are simple recording methods. Find some people who can read and count, strictly implement these procedures, and make a ranking … The amount of work shouldn't be too much. With this data, it will be easy to trace after the event. Of course, settling accounts after autumn is part of it. The most important thing is to make the most efficient distribution in the first place. "
"If there are really corrupt officials at the top, at Brother Shaohe's level, they can't even get a single grain of food. Then there is no other way. No one can quench their thirst by looking at plums. But as long as there is a certain amount of food, everything will be fine. Even if we can't guarantee the top, we have to guarantee the bottom. Catch a few examples and kill one to warn the others! It doesn't matter if we kill a few more. "Use this recording method to arrange for some trustworthy people to check the accounts every day or a few days. I have already written down a few key points for checking the accounts. If there are problems with these points, depending on the seriousness of the case, they will be killed! There shouldn't be many people who can take advantage of this method in the short term. Even if some do, it won't be a big problem. We must ensure the highest efficiency … "
In the afternoon, a breeze blew by the Qinhuai River. Ning Yi spoke with fervor and assurance, smooth and calm. He picked up the Go board to make a diagram and demonstrated it. In front of him, Elder Qin, Elder Kang, Lu Agui, and the others were watching silently, comprehending and thinking. No one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a little strange. At the tea stall next to them, the owner of the tea stall and his daughter whispered a few times. Occasionally, they would poke their heads out to look, not understanding what these people were discussing …
Looking at how smoothly the Young Master Ning played, it was probably some new type of chess game, the owner of the tea stall thought.
In the leisurely afternoon, the world was as usual.
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