Chapter 80: The Epidemic Ends, and the People Are Grateful [Update 1]
[Host, you may not believe this.]
There was a rare hint of uncertainty in the system's words.
Wei Shengxue couldn't help but be curious about the reason behind this, which was so bizarre that even the system felt a little speechless.
'Tell me about it.'
[Combining the actual situation with the cases in the database, according to this system's calculations, those people did die from severe allergies.]
To prevent the host from interrupting, the system spoke in one breath, "They must have suddenly changed the allergen, turning the originally harmless drug into a deadly poison."
Wei Shengxue had already thought of conspiracy theories to the point of someone poisoning other cultivators and cursing them remotely, but he didn't expect the reason to be so simple.
'At this stall?'
[Viruses, drugs, diet, living environment, and other factors have played a role, and allergens have changed.]
Weishengxue knew that many people's allergens would change over time, but he happened to catch up with this process... What a unlucky guy he was!
'Are there several of these?'
The system doesn't want to admit it, but the truth is: [Yes.]
[People with close blood ties, similar living habits, and environments are likely to have similar physical constitutions.]
Wei Shengxue: ...
Where can I go to seek justice?
This matter is hard to explain even in the interstellar era. It would be strange if the family could accept such a reason.
Who would have thought that strange things would happen every year, and this year there were especially many. The family members not only accepted them, but also couldn't wait to cut ties with them.
Weishengxue: Ah?
Well, she is an outsider who doesn't understand the customs of the Qin people.
At this point, the matter was barely resolved. Because she had been keeping an eye on things, the authorities had even given the families additional compensation. The relatives and friends, who hadn't held much resentment to begin with, immediately and joyfully took the compensation and left. Even the bodies were barely wanted.
Weishengxue: Once again, I was shocked by the tough character of the people of Daqin.
When the Changyi County Magistrate arrived with the final batch of medicinal herbs, he found the atmosphere completely different from what he'd expected. Although a number of people remained unhealed and the flow of information was strictly restricted, the atmosphere was no longer the gloomy despair of his first visit. Instead, it exuded a vibrant and thriving vitality.
When passing by, you can see many people working with face masks on. Judging from their clothes, they are quarantined patients.
"The county magistrate is here."
The person in plain robes who was on duty at the door for registration had been removed, and the one who came out to greet people was Jiang Zhi, who had rarely had time.
As a teacher at a temporary training center, she has been busy teaching doctors from all over the country who have been recruited. Her main purpose is to cultivate their ability to isolate, treat patients, and prevent epidemic diseases. Her teachings are not very profound, and it can only be said that they are barely enough at this time.
This time, he was out for publicity purposes. According to the immortal's request, they designed a scroll of illustrations showing how to prevent the spread and infection of the disease. The content was not extensive, just some illustrations of key steps, showing what to do if a similar situation arises next time.
Jiang Zhi handed the poster to the county magistrate, and gave him the job of distributing it, which was not much different from posting ordinary notices.
The magistrate of Changyi County originally thought that it was some written medical instructions, and was thinking of asking a literate clerk to read it several times. However, he was surprised when he opened it.
This brochure is actually full of pictures, with only a few very simple words scattered around. The main body is still pictures, and the words are only used as auxiliary means of explanation.
When the county magistrate learned that the immortal was personally watching over the painting, he, who had long been impressed by the immortal's abilities, repeatedly assured that he would distribute the painting to each household and keep it well.
Then he was rejected.
"The immortal instructed us to hang this message somewhere crowded. Like where you put up notices, or at the entrances of villages. In short, it should be posted wherever there are a lot of people, to ensure that as many people as possible see it."
Jiang Zhi used the immortal's words to block his refusal, "This is a propaganda poster. The purpose of a propaganda poster is to promote. If no one sees it, its existence will be meaningless."
The magistrate took the painting and nodded in agreement, but he was still a little embarrassed. "It's not that I'm shirking my responsibility, but the notice has been exposed to the wind and sun. It will fall off and become dirty in less than a month. If this immortal painting is damaged, wouldn't it be a betrayal of the immortal's kindness?"
Jiang Zhi said, "The immortal had anticipated this and cast a spell on the painting. It will remain free from defacement for two years."
As for two years later, with the current progress, a prosperous dynasty might have been established. The emperor could mobilize the country's destiny to solve minor illnesses, disasters and plagues with just a thought.
When the Changyi County Magistrate heard this, he realized that all your problems had been taken into consideration, so he naturally nodded.
He walked into the village and found these instructions not only on his hand but also posted everywhere in the village. For example, they mentioned washing hands before eating, not leaving the net cloth unwashed, and using lime or wood ash water for disinfection.
He arrived at a very coincidental time, just when the last wave of patients were released from the village.
"Didn't they say he still needed to be treated for a while? Are you letting him out now?"
The one in charge of the evacuation today was Doctor Xia. Upon hearing this, she replied, "The Immortal said they've all recovered. Furthermore, they've been in the mountain stronghold for over ten days. If they don't return, I'm afraid the fields will become barren."
From the time they entered the village until now, men and women have been separated. The women of Bamboo Village have not seen their men and sons for more than ten days. Now that they have a rare reunion, they have endless things to say, but they dare not speak in front of the distinguished person. However, the looks they give each other are full of concern.
"Take these paintings back with you and study them carefully." Doctor Xia handed a scroll of paintings to the village chief and instructed him, "These are things you've been doing for a while now, so don't worry about not understanding or learning them."
When the last batch of sick people were sent out of the village, the haze gradually faded away. The doctors who had been busy for more than a month breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the table near the wall. The eyebrows and eyes revealed through the face scarves were also filled with relaxed smiles.
After a few days of rest, the main force was ready to evacuate the isolated village. Before leaving, the kitchen took out all the food and prepared the banquet, filling the empty space with tables and chairs.
Everyone was present, even Wei Shengxue temporarily put aside his overflowing merits and showed up.
"We were able to successfully overcome the difficulties this time thanks to your great help and the joint efforts of all parties. On behalf of the Qin Dynasty, I would like to thank you all for risking your lives to come to the disaster relief." Fusu delivered an impassioned speech standing on the high platform.
Wei Shengxue was drowsy from listening to this.
It turns out that all leaders in the world are the same. I only say three sentences, but it is equivalent to me speaking for three hours.
But this was just her idea. The others were all very excited to receive the courtesy from the eldest young master, especially when the last sentence came out, they were so angry that they wanted to repay him with their lives on the spot.
Weishengxue: Today is also a day of not understanding the Qin culture.
This internal celebration banquet did not end until the moon was at its highest point.
The next day, before the cheerful and relaxed atmosphere faded, some people were punished.
Peng Yue, the leader of the stronghold, became a bandit, killed people and robbed them, violating Qin law and needing to be punished. However, considering that he made great contributions this time and had both merits and faults, he had to return to Xianyang City for trial as to how he would be dealt with.
Fusu did not say much about the outcome. After Wang Ben took the man over, he whispered, "This man has considerable talent in leading an army."
Wang Ben understood the hidden meaning in his words and nodded slightly. He then asked, "Sir, will you not return with me?"
Fusu took two steps back, shook his head and smiled, "I've been living in the royal city for so many years, and it's rare for me to have the chance to travel and see the world. I want to see the mountains and rivers of Daqin."
Since he had already made the decision, Wang Ben did not say anything more. After all, His Majesty did not strongly demand to take Prince Fusu back.
…
After parting ways with everyone, Wei Shengxue and his party set off again.
However, compared to the previous caravan of just over ten people, this time there were more people. Ying Zheng assigned them an additional twenty guards and stated that this was the minimum number of people, and without them, the prince and princess would not be allowed to travel again.
Well, since that's what you asked, what else can I do? I can't really go back.
The group of people were not in a hurry to travel, and walked slowly along the official road. This time they did not dare to take a shortcut through any forest path.
I took a shortcut, encountered bandits, and was also infected with an epidemic. Although this was an accident, it was still bad luck.
When we were halfway there, we saw many people gathered on the side of the road.
The guards leading the way saw them sitting or leaning on the roadside and thought they were moving their entire village and taking a break from the long journey. Seeing they had no intention of attacking, they ignored them and led the convoy through. Then they heard a shout from the crowd:
"The Immortal is here! The Divine Envoy in White is here too!"
This shout woke everyone up.
The guard drew his knife in a flash and looked warily at the crowd that suddenly stood up.
The flash of the knife forced the originally excited people to calm down and retreat in unison.
The two sides stared at each other for a while before someone peeked out from behind the curtain: "What's going on?"
The person who stuck his head out to ask was none other than Doctor Yao from the team.
After staying here for a month or so, he got used to wearing the plain outer robe that represented the identity of a doctor in the village. It was simple in workmanship and easy to clean, which was perfect for someone like him who dealt with herbs all year round.
"It's the divine messenger in white!" The crowd became excited again.
A representative stepped out from among the common people. He cautiously stepped forward and pointed at the hill-like group of things behind him. "Lord God's Messenger, this is the best thing in our family. I give it to you. Thank you for saving my life."
He tugged nervously at his clothes. The sturdy running clothes he'd worn when he left had been carefully packed up and placed in a closet. Even the posters he'd taken with him had been posted in the ancestral hall, where they were offered three sticks of incense daily.
These are the best things they have kept in their closets, including Qin Banliang, eggs, and even live chickens and ducks raised at home.
"It's not a good thing. I'll add a dish for you gentlemen."
"No need, everyone, take it back. You are all citizens of the Great Qin, and saving you is our duty." Fusu lifted the curtain and said from the shaft of the carriage, "Without the guidance of the immortal, we would be helpless. If you want to thank someone, thank the immortal."
Wei Shengxue didn't expect that just because she showed up a step late, all the credit would be put on her head.
She wouldn't refuse it if it was hers, but this success was the result of everyone's efforts, not just hers. She felt embarrassed to take the credit.
So he also lifted the carriage curtain and stood out. "I was just talking. It was you doctors who risked your lives to save people, and it was the Emperor of Qin who assisted with all his might. If you want to express your gratitude, just farm well and live a good life. Don't worry too much about the rest."
The others in the convoy also expressed their opinions, with similar ideas to what the two said. That is, if the common people want to remember the favor, they don't need to remember them. They just need to remember the kindness of the immortal and the grace of His Majesty.
The convoy slowly passed them and moved forward.
They were walking on the official road, but the common people did not dare to go up it, so they could only watch them go away.
But just remembering the favor is not enough, we have to find a way to repay it.
If Ci Fang had not been rescued, their entire village would have died out. There would have been no one to burn incense and worship in the future.
"Why not burn incense and offer sacrifices to the immortal?" someone suggested.
"The immortal said that he doesn't need it and can't use it."
To repay a favor, one must always do something that benefits the other person. Otherwise, it is just for the sake of repaying a favor, which does not reflect their intentions at all.
After returning, several village heads and pavilion chiefs met and discussed the matter for several days.
Let’s build a temple for the immortal, oh, and put His Majesty in there too.
"Isn't this immortal unnecessary?"
Others argued, "If the immortals don't need it, doesn't Your Majesty need it too? And don't you want the immortals' blessings to stay with us forever? You can go and worship them whenever you want. Even if you don't ask for everything to go smoothly, you can pray for good health."
There is something very good and powerful here, so let’s build it.
Along with the establishment of the temple, countless legends have emerged.
Even though they could not read, they were very good at making up stories. As time passed, the rumors became more and more bizarre, spreading rapidly from Changyi, sweeping across the entire Dang County, and then spreading out from Dang County.
As the story has been passed down, it has evolved into countless versions.
When the news reached Xianyang City, the immortal was still a god who could send down magic medicine with a wave of his hand, but Ying Zheng had already grown eighteen pairs of eyes and six hands, with Qin Law in his left hand and lightning in his right hand, and he would kill anyone who violated Qin Law.
Ying Zheng: ???
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