Chapter 107 It's Late Autumn Again
"Liu Renguang! Do you know what evil cultivation is? Also, do you know how to practice dual cultivation?" Qin Mo asked her head bodyguard slowly and deliberately.
Liu Renguang's face instantly turned bright red. "This subordinate doesn't know... this subordinate doesn't know either."
"You don't know? If there's anyone in our army who knows, it's definitely you. How can you not know?" Qin Mo leaned down, staring intently at him.
"Your subordinate... really doesn't know how." Qin Mo forced tears down the burly man's face.
"Get out of here, you useless thing, don't get in my way." Qin Mo waved his hand, and Liu Renguang ran out as if he had been granted a pardon.
Watching Liu Renguang escape, Qin Mo thought, "It seems that the Qin Mo of the past was really innocent! It's obviously a cultivation method, but he didn't leave me with any impression of it. It seems that these things are not important information to him at all."
"Your Highness, ...this subordinate...knows some...about dual cultivation." Just as Qin Mo was sitting in the chair, resting her chin on her hand in deep thought, Kaihime suddenly spoke up from behind her.
"How do you know all this?" Qin Mo suddenly woke up and turned to look at Kaihime, whose face was flushed.
"Dual cultivation is a practice method of Taoism in the Great Xia Dynasty. Later, for some unknown reason, the Japanese royal family obtained a copy of it, and gradually some minor details were spread. Many Japanese nobles know a little bit about it."
Kaihime straightened her posture, her face no longer flushed, and openly explained to Qin Mo, just like an old teacher answering a child's questions.
"Don't tell anyone about this in the future, okay?" Qin Mo quickly stopped Kaihime from speaking.
"Yes!" Kaihime bowed in agreement, but in her heart she thought, "Me, tell others? Apart from giving orders, what are others... anyway?"
Summer in the Rakshasa Kingdom is pleasant, with a refreshing climate. The walls of Ulan-Ude are stained with blood; the corpses emit strange stench. The blood of the Xia people, orcs, and Rakshasa has turned the walls a nauseating blackish-red.
The Great Xia was determined to launch this northern expedition. Emperor Zhaowu sent the noble private army recruited in the fifth year of Zhaowu to Ulan City three months in advance. Even Qin Mo's two best friends who had been playing a minor role in the rear were sent over. They could be deployed to Ulan-Ude in a month at most. Qin Mo finally received the order to be rotated back to the Great Xia.
"Uncle, these are some epidemic prevention strategies I've summarized. Please send someone to supervise the implementation by all armies to prevent disease." Qin Mo, knowing that the Prince of Chenliu, who was rotating his duties, had arrived in Wulan City, wrote a Great Xia version of the "Hygiene and Epidemic Prevention Regulations" overnight and handed it to Zhao Qirui, also resigning from his post at the academy.
"Are you sure these things are all beneficial for epidemic prevention?" Zhao Qirui asked, looking at the booklet Qin Mo had given him.
"Yes, my troops live and fight strictly according to these rules, and there have never been any cases of them being unaccustomed to the local environment or suffering from disease."
Qin Mo understood Zhao Qirui's meaning because she had discussed these things with several close commanders, including Wu Ningjun. In the end, although they agreed on the surface, they secretly thought that their entire army had been corrupted by the elves and had developed obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Zhao Qirui looked at the dozen or so pages of the booklet, which was full of strange content: "The garrison must dig wells, and the well water must not be drunk directly; it must be boiled before drinking." Aren't they afraid of being scalded to death?
"Soldiers must bathe regularly to ensure they are free of fleas. Those with fleas must soak in lime water." Seriously, are you getting married, meeting a lover, or what? Bathing so frequently?
"Weeds in the military camp must be cleared away to eliminate mosquitoes and flies. Ditches must be filled and covered. There must be no sewage or mud in the camp. Lime must be regularly sprinkled around the tents."
"There must be toilets in the barracks. No one is allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere. Toilets must be paved with lime and cleaned regularly."... The barracks are full of men. Building a toilet is like taking off your pants to fart.
Looking at these strange rules, Zhao Qirui was at a loss for words. He didn't remember the elves having these kinds of quirks! As for the isolation measures after an outbreak, Zhao Qirui agreed with them, but could covering one's mouth and nose with several layers of gauze really prevent the spread of disease?
"Where did you learn this... knowledge, my dear nephew?" Zhao Qirui thought of Qin Mo's strong liquor and decided it was better to be cautious. If someone else gave him this advice, he would spit on them and kill them.
"It's some miscellaneous knowledge my mother left me, nothing respectable." Qin Mo's scapegoat changed, and she dragged her mother into it.
“I knew it was an elf.” Zhao Qirui was immediately discouraged. He knew Luna all too well: strong, stubborn, disliked noisy cities, and preferred the tranquility of the countryside and forests.
“Actually, Uncle can select two armies, one to live according to my method, and the other to remain unchanged. Compare the two and then make a decision. But we need to be quick, as the weather is hot and it’s easy for epidemics to break out.” Qin Mo saw Zhao Qirui’s hesitation and offered a compromise.
Seeing Zhao Qirui finally nod, Qin Mo finally felt relieved and asked, "After my nephew leaves, what are your plans regarding this strong liquor, Uncle?"
"Someone will naturally discuss this with you. Until then, everything will remain the same." Zhao Qirui's casual remark put Qin Mo at ease. Maintaining the status quo was indeed Qin Mo's expectation. Unfortunately, he didn't see Zhao Qirui's subtle glance at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
It took Chenliu Wang's private army more than two months to travel from Wulan City to Wulan-Ude, causing Qin Mo and others great anxiety, because the epidemic in Wulan-Ude had finally broken out. Although the army had closed the camp gates and guarded against it, no one could guarantee that they could prevent the spread of the plague.
Zhao Qirui initially selected only a few noble private armies and two imperial guards, totaling less than 100,000 men, to implement Qin Mo's hygiene regulations. At the time, the selected private and imperial guards complained bitterly, cursing the officials' spirits vehemently. If Qin Mo hadn't uttered a famous saying that would be remembered in later generations, Allen probably would have killed several of the commanders and princes before he would have stopped.
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