Zhao Ji didn't speak for a long time, just quietly observing the people in the pit.

They don't even feel scared like Tian Zhao. Zhao Ji thinks these people are just waiting to die.

Even when Zhao Ji and his group appeared at the edge of the pit, these refugees basically just glanced at them and didn't care at all.

“What do they eat every day?”

Zhao Ji was silent for a long time before he asked.

Tian Zhao was slightly stunned: "It seems that they were not given food, and some of them slowly starved to death."

Nearly a thousand soldiers were silent when they heard this.

Zhao Ji said, "Come with me to wipe out the evil dogs of those corrupt officials, and then get the disaster relief food we transported here, and make porridge and medicine!"

"I promise everyone here that I, Zhao Ji, will share weal and woe with my brothers. If anyone gets sick, I will not abandon anyone who gets sick."

These words were like fireworks across the darkness, or like thunder in spring, inspiring people's hearts.

Those guards were no match for these angry soldiers. Even with someone who tipped off, they were still caught off guard.

Especially Zhao Ji and his men, who came from the pit, which was equivalent to going around from the back, and basically caught the enemy off guard.

Zhao Ji only left a dozen people alive as witnesses, and killed the rest of the beasts.

Because anyone with a conscience would not do such a cruel thing as leaving their fellow villagers to sit and wait for death or even burying them alive.

"Bring those two corrupt officials to me now." After clearing out the external forces, Zhao Ji still didn't feel comfortable.

The two corrupt officials struggled in every possible way and were unwilling to get close to the pit. They knew that being infected with the plague would mean meeting the King of Hell.

Zhao Ji had asked the soldiers to build some temporary sheds in the purple bamboo forest, and pulled the refugees out of the pits and temporarily settled them there.

Now the only things left in that big pit were the sick corpses that had not yet been buried.

Zhao Ji brought the two corrupt officials over and pressed their necks to make them look directly at the bottom of the pit.

"Look at the evil you have done!"

[Ahhhh, stay away, I can't open my mouth, there are so many disgusting people here! ]

[This madman, this guy from Kyoto must be a madman! ]

[Isn't he afraid of being infected with the disease? ]

[Oh my God, I don't want to get involved. A good man can bend and stretch. I'll just give up the Minister of Revenue. If I had known that this was so complicated, I wouldn't have helped to forge the receipt of the disaster relief money...]

Zhao Ji was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the corrupt official would have such an unexpected gain after being so bold.

It turns out that there is something fishy about the Minister of Revenue.

Zhao Ji found that the two corrupt officials were stupid and bad, and it seemed that he could not dig out anything else, so he kicked them down one by one.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The two corrupt officials tumbled to the bottom of the pit.

They had a close contact with the sick corpse that they least wanted to come into contact with.

There were constant shouting in the pit, and the two corrupt officials even started pulling each other's hair. The relationship between people was broken so easily.

Zhao Ji ordered Tian Zhao: "First, deprive these two fat men of their food and water for three days. Be careful not to kill them."

"Their heads are left for the Emperor to chop off!"

Zhao Ji didn't care about the corrupt officials for the time being. He knew that Tian Zhao would not let these two people have an easy time.

The most urgent issue now is the epidemic.

Zhao Ji found a patient and used his internal energy to examine the patient. The patient was weak and there seemed to be a dark shadow in his body, mainly in his lungs.

Zhao Ji looked at the black shadow and suddenly an idea came to him. He used his inner strength to wrap the black shadow.

Squeak~

Zhao Ji was startled and quickly removed his internal force. Just as Zhao Ji's internal force had just wrapped around the black gas, the black gas melted away directly like a knife cutting tofu.

Zhao Ji was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his internal energy.

Even so, Zhao Ji's internal force dissolved a large mass of black air.

Wang Yang was originally waiting to die, and even after being pulled out of the pit, he was still too lazy to muster up any energy.

The man in front of him, who looked like a senior executive, didn't despise him and even put his hand on his back. Wang Yang's mood fluctuated briefly.

[But so what? Isn't it still the same as waiting to die? ]

Zhao Ji suddenly took his hand away, and Wang Yang was just about to get up and leave.

As a result, Wang Yang felt a lot more relaxed all over as soon as he stood up. Even his dizzy head felt a lot more relaxed, and the symptoms of chest tightness were relieved a lot!

He looked at Zhao Ji in surprise. Zhao Ji blinked, feeling a little guilty.

But Wang Yang didn't say anything and just turned and left.

"Bring me all the medicine shipped from Kyoto. I'll write you a prescription and boil the medicine. Tomorrow morning, line up these people and bring them to my tent. I'll watch them drink the medicine one by one!"

After Zhao Ji gave the order, Tian Zhao did not move for a while, but his eyes were filled with tears.

"Sir! Sir!" Tian Zhao shouted twice, and finally left with admiration in his heart.

Zhao Ji scratched his head, feeling confused.

The bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine permeated the air, mixed with the aroma of rice porridge.

"Mom, I'm hungry..." The child's voice rang out, and the next moment Zhao Ji handed a bowl of hot porridge to the child.

The child hesitated for a moment, took it, and wolfed it down with his hands.

This is not a thin soup with only two grains of rice, but a rice porridge so thick that you can hold chopsticks upright!

The sound of people wolfing down food could be heard everywhere. After most people had finished two bowls of porridge, the dead silence finally broke. Then, a cry suddenly came from somewhere.

First there were soft sobs, then there were loud wails. The deafening cries around the pit seemed to be expressing suffering, but also seemed to be another kind of catharsis.

Only now did Zhao Ji breathe a sigh of relief. As long as these people still had emotions, things would be easy to handle.

Anyway, Zhao Ji is now in the epidemic area and basically cannot return to the court. He might as well seize this opportunity to improve the emperor's favor.

The next day, early in the morning, Zhao Ji collected the medicines that had been boiled over low heat as required into a large jar.

There was a pile of ceramic bowls on the table next to it.

Tian Zhao originally wanted people to come and take the medicine, but to everyone's surprise, some people ate the food, but no one was willing to come forward to take the medicine.

Tian Zhao greeted for a long time, and the mother of the child who drank the porridge that Zhao Ji personally brought to her yesterday said, "Sir, we can't cure it. Don't waste your medicine. Drink it yourself."

"We live one day at a time. Let's just wait here to die."

As soon as this topic was opened, more people echoed: "Yes, why bother, sir? If it can't be cured, I will be the only one left in my family to die. I don't want to live anymore."

"Sir, we are very grateful that you let us have a full meal before we die, so that we don't starve to death. Please don't waste the medicine on dying people like us!"