In Meng Yu's opinion, as long as Kong Hanan can lead out Marshal Wen.
There will inevitably be a conflict with Marshal Wen.
Even if it is not brought out, as long as Kong Hanan activates the summoning talisman and prays for the plague situation in Wancheng, it will cause a grudge between Marshal Wen and Kong Hanan, which will in turn affect the relationship between Kong Hanan and Emperor Dongyue.
Although the evidence in the hands of the Confucian school is not enough to prove that the epidemic in Nanjun was caused by Marshal Wen, it is more than 50% certain.
But Kong Hanan just doesn't play by the rules.
I saw Kong Hanan with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.
"Why bother the God with such a trivial matter? Brother Meng, please pass it on and see what I can do."
His righteous look made Meng Yu unable to tell the truth from the false.
"How confident are you, Brother Kong?"
Kong Hanan patted Qiao Daoling who was standing beside him.
"With him, we are 100% sure."
Qiao Daoling shyly touched the place where Kong Hanan had tapped him, leaving Meng Yu stunned.
Although Kong Hanan had introduced Qiao Daoling, Meng Yu still asked about Xie Yunhua when he was ordered to pick him up.
Xie Yunhua had investigated Qiao Daoling. Putting aside some of the sarcastic and derogatory content, Qiao Daoling's background was no different from what Kong Hanan said.
Qiao Daoling was just an ordinary woodcutter before.
Could it be that Xie Yunhua’s information was wrong?
Is this a hidden master?
Can he cure the plague that even doctors are at a loss for treatment?
Meng Yu bowed and said, "I wonder which sect you are from?"
Taoist monks are actually good at curing diseases.
There are five arts for monks: mountain medicine, fortune-telling, and physiognomy, and medicine is one of them.
Qiao Daoling responded softly, "I'm just a woodcutter in the mountains. I don't have any sect. These are just some folk remedies that might be effective."
Meng Yu was suspicious, but seeing that Kong Hanan trusted Qiao Daoling very much, Meng Yu decided to give it a try.
He asked Kong Hanan and Qiao Daoling to get on the ox cart and drive to the county government office.
This time the ox cart was not traveling at full speed. Perhaps Meng Yu wanted Kong Hanan to see the tragedy of the world with his own eyes, so he slowed down.
It was not far from the city gate before, but as we went deeper into Wancheng, there were gradually more people living there.
But this human presence might be worse than no human presence at all.
Some people's faces turned purple and blue, and it was obvious that their end was near. They became like walking corpses, and no one knew what they were thinking.
There were also families who had lost loved ones or hope, and their wailing and wailing were endless.
The city has lost its normal operation and the supply of materials is unsustainable. Grocery stores selling rice, flour, oil, grain, etc. have sky-high price signs hung in front of their doors, but long queues still form at the doors.
There were also poor people who tried to dig up the soil and roots, and the green plants in the city were destroyed.
Of course, there are still some people whose homes cannot escape, and the sound of stringed instruments continues.
The appearance of a wooden ox cart on the street naturally attracted a crowd, but Meng Yu's talent was endless, and the crowd could only follow, begging or cursing, and could not get close.
Among them were some knowledgeable and discerning people who recognized that this was the saint's vehicle and used all kinds of connections to curry favor with him, begging him to take them away.
Under the natural disaster, all living beings were in different states. The former woodcutter Ba, now Qiao Daoling, felt touched and looked sad.
If it weren't for the Lord of the Mansion, if there was a natural disaster, he might have been among them, or he might have been put on a cart and transported outside the city to be burned.
Now, Kong Hanan has given him some skills. Although there are hidden dangers, at least he can make a living.
Kong Hanan promoted him for his merits, and it was a foregone conclusion that he would become the inspector of Huangquan Division in Jiange County. As a high-ranking official, if there was a natural disaster, at least he would be safe.
"Master, thank you for your guidance and promotion. Qiao Ba will remember it in his heart and will never forget it for the rest of his life and for his descendants."
Kong Hanan also looked unhappy.
In his previous life, during the Internet era, he saw a lot of news and pictures about human suffering, but watching from afar through a screen and being there in person are two different things.
What's more, this is the Great Qi of the feudal era, not the Flower Planting Family of modern society, so it can only be more tragic.
But under natural disasters, there are many aspects of life, not just these.
Among the crowd were low-level yamen runners who were still trying to maintain order, and on the roadside, there were also families who had closed their doors and windows, not wanting to cause trouble for others.
There are shops giving out alms or selling daily necessities at affordable prices, and there are exhausted doctors running around the streets with their medical kits on their backs.
Kong Hanan pointed at them and said to Qiao Daoling, "My guidance and promotion to you are far less worthy of your memory than theirs."
"When you become an official in the future, you must always keep them in mind. With people like them, your rule will be peaceful. If you become such a person, this city will be much better than it is now."
Qiao Daoling agreed respectfully.
Meng Yu laughed in front of the car frame.
Brother Kong, the more I look at you, the more I like you.
The reason why he had never been sent out by Confucius to take up an official post was not only because he was the most talented and needed to protect Confucius, but also because of another reason.
He had some ideological differences with Confucius.
Confucius advocated respecting the monarch and emphasized status and etiquette, but he advocated that "the people are the most important, the country is second, and the monarch is the least important."
Kong Hanan's words touched his heart deeply.
Unexpectedly, I failed to touch this boy, but was touched by him instead.
Meng Yu smiled and shook his head, twisted the ox's tail, and the ox cart accelerated. The soaring energy gently separated the obstacles, quickly shook off the crowd, and finally stopped at the gate of the yamen.
"Someone come out!"
Meng Yusheng was shocked. Soon, a scholar walked out quickly.
"I am Zhang Xuan, the governor of Nanjun, and I pay my respects to the sage."
Meng Yu shook his head: "He's not a saint, but maybe he is. My teacher asked me to send him to solve the plague."
"Brother Meng, please don't praise me in a serious situation."
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