She, Jian Xiu, was a renowned post-apocalyptic agent. One day, she suddenly transmigrated and found herself in the body of a poor and shabby farmer’s wife. To make matters worse, she ended up in ...
So after laying the lime, he ordered people to pick mugwort, dry it, and then burn it around it.
If the weather is bad, put it in the fire to dry.
Just like when they come to the charity cemetery now, they will fumigate their whole body with mugwort.
This was also what Zhang Feimo requested. No matter whether it was him or anyone else, as long as they approached the charity cemetery, they had to be fumigated.
The same goes for the doctors outside the city gate.
"The master is coming, the master is coming..."
A weak voice was heard from inside the charity cemetery.
After this sound, there was a burst of noise inside.
This charity cemetery is for those with mild symptoms, so their minds are still clear and they can still speak.
I just feel tired and have a fever...
Afterwards, several people rushed to the door and stared at Zhang Feimo closely.
The anticipation in his eyes is clear.
They hope Zhang Feimo can bring them medicine and hope...
Looking at them from afar, each of them had a pale face, cracked lips, and kept coughing...
Some people even coughed and spurted blood.
There are old people, middle-aged people, women, and children...
Their eyes were empty, but even so, they still knelt down in front of him.
They begged themselves to save them...
Looking at such a person, Zhang Feimo didn't know how to react.
At this moment, he felt helpless.
After studying hard for more than ten years, he was powerless at this moment.
He didn't know what else he could do for them.
He watched them from afar every day, but he could not do anything for them.
Outsiders all said that he had a great family background, but at this moment, he was helpless.
He hated himself for being incompetent...
"Brother, don't think about it, there is always a way." Chi Feixuan comforted him.
He could understand Zhang Feimo. Just by looking at his expression, he knew what he was thinking.
Isn't he the same?
These were the people of his Heshan County. They had to flee from famine and survived through untold hardships.
They originally wanted to settle down in Heshan County and become the people of Heshan County.
They even prepared their hoes and were ready to start reclaiming the wasteland.
They wanted to reclaim wasteland in exchange for household registration in Heshan County.
But a plague deeply shattered their dreams.
They are all poor people. They have no other demands, they just want to survive.
But even so, God did not let them go.
"Mom, mom, wake up, look at me... Open your eyes quickly... cough cough cough..."
Before I could collect my thoughts, I heard a child crying in the charity cemetery.
Mixed with coughing...
Then a little girl who was only four years old ran to the door and knelt down directly in front of Zhang Feimo.
But what was waiting for him was a new charity cemetery.
From a mild point of relief to a medium point of relief...
This kind of thing has happened countless times in the past three days.
If you are unwilling, the yamen runners will burn it down.
In the past, there was still a chance of survival.
If you are burned, there is no other way to survive and you will eventually turn into ashes.