Chapter 90 Sister-in-law, this is not appropriate, right?
The shop sold three more items in the past two days, and after deducting expenses, the revenue was 980,000 yuan.
After checking, He Zhiran hurried to search for medicinal herbs.
What she needs to buy now are freshly picked herbs. Only in this way will those people believe that the herbs were just picked from the mountains.
Fortunately, Taobao has a wide variety of products.
He Zhiran is now considered to be wealthy and has no pressure to spend money.
Soon, she had purchased all the herbs she needed.
It was pitch black inside the tent, and Mo Jiuye only felt that his feet were suddenly covered by something.
When I touched it, it was all grass...
At this time, He Zhiran's slightly guilty voice sounded.
"We'll take these herbs back later."
"Can these herbs of yours cure the plague?"
It’s not that Mo Jiuye doesn’t believe in her medical skills, but the plague is too strange. If these herbs can cure it, wouldn’t that be too simple?
"If it's not a late-stage, serious illness, it can be cured by taking a few doses of medicine. If it's like Li Tiezhu's, he must use my silver acupuncture." He Zhiran said firmly.
Mo Jiuye took a deep breath.
"Just tell me what you need me to do."
He Zhiran spread his hands and said, "Now that I have the medicinal materials, you just need to help me cover it up."
"That's no problem. I'll do my best."
The two fell into silence again until an hour later, when He Zhiran packed up the tent and returned with Mo Jiuye carrying the herbs.
Ever since the two men left, Peng Wang has been standing at the entrance of the cave, looking forward to seeing them return with good news.
After vaguely seeing two figures, he went to meet them in the heavy rain.
"Brother, have you gathered the herbs?"
This is everyone's only hope of survival.
"I picked it." Mo Jiuye replied in a deep voice.
Coming up to the two of them, Peng Wang took the herbs from He Zhiran's arms without any explanation and pointed to the cave where the villagers were staying.
"I saw some of them carrying iron pots when they went up the mountain, so I went there to boil the medicine."
Peng Wang didn't want to wait any longer, he just hoped that the sick person could be cured.
When several people entered the cave where the villagers were holding herbs, Liu Lizheng anxiously told He Zhiran that after they left, several more people fell ill.
The current symptoms are still in the fever and vomiting stage.
Without a doubt, He Zhiran quickly asked the head of the village to take people to put the big iron pot on the charcoal fire and prepare to boil the medicine.
However, new problems arise.
There is no water...
After all, the village head was born and raised here and is quite familiar with the environment in this area.
"Go up a little further, there's a mountain spring. You can get some water there."
However, it was pitch black outside and raining heavily, so getting water became a big problem.
At this time, the most urgent thing in Peng Wang's mind was to survive.
"I'll take someone to get some water."
He Zhiran originally thought of using the same method again, going out for a while, and then getting some water back from the space.
Now that Peng Wang has stepped forward, she has saved herself some trouble.
Those who knew about the situation understood the seriousness of the matter, so they acted without delay.
Peng Wang borrowed some water-carrying tools from the village head and called a few officials to fetch water in the rain.
Less than an hour later, just when Mo Jiuye was worried and wanted to go check it out, Peng Wang and others finally came back with water.
Liu Lizheng arranged for people to decoct medicine. At the same time, He Zhiran also checked and asked about the current conditions of the villagers.
After the first pot of medicine was ready, He Zhiran asked the villagers to take it first and gave the rest to the officials.
The second pot of medicine was for these exiles.
The current situation is that those who are sick are treated, and those who are not sick are prevented.
By the time everyone had taken the medicine, it was already dawn.
Fortunately, the heavy rain had stopped by this time.
Peng Wang immediately sent people down the mountain to check the situation.
The news brought back by the officials was more serious than imagined.
The village has been submerged by floods, all the houses have collapsed, and countless corpses are floating on the water.
Hearing this, everyone sighed.
Faced with such a situation, Peng Wang was completely at a loss. He even regarded Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran as his backbone.
"Brother, sister-in-law, do you have any good countermeasures?"
Mo Jiuye also felt powerless for a while about this.
"In this situation, I'm afraid we can only wait for the government to deal with it."
He Zhiran didn't think so.
"After a great disaster, there will always be a great plague. Now some people in the village have contracted the plague. If those corpses are not dealt with in time, I'm afraid the plague will get out of control."
"What should we do then?" Mo Jiuye and Peng Wang blurted out the same words at the same time.
"The best way is to salvage the bodies as soon as possible and cremate them, so as to effectively prevent the spread of the epidemic."
In He Zhiran's opinion, this is the most effective way to control the situation.
Peng Wang and Mo Jiuye both widened their eyes. They really couldn't accept the idea of cremating the corpse.
In the eyes of these ancients, the dead are the greatest, and only by burying them in peace can the living feel more at ease.
Cremating corpses is the greatest disrespect to the deceased, and their relatives will not agree.
"Sister-in-law, this is inappropriate, isn't it?"
He Zhiran could understand his feelings. It was not easy to change a person's deeply rooted thoughts.
But for the sake of the overall situation, or for the sake of more survivors, she could only continue to persuade.
"Brother Peng, I understand everyone's desire for their loved ones to be buried in peace.
But think about it, if those corpses carrying the virus are not handled in time, in addition to emitting a strong stench, they will also affect the air and water sources, and even cause more epidemics.
Don’t you think this is a big threat to living people?”
After hearing what He Zhiran said, Mo Jiuye's original thoughts were immediately shaken.
"Right now, saving lives is indeed more important. If the plague spreads widely, the consequences will be disastrous."
After all, Peng Wang is not an old stubborn man, and he will not be vague when it comes to interests and trade-offs.
"I'm sure this heavy rain hasn't just affected this village. There are so many bodies. How can we ever deal with them all?"
This problem was indeed very tricky, and even He Zhiran couldn't come up with a better solution.
What she just said was just a general suggestion, and she had no idea how to implement it specifically.
In the end, Mo Jiuye came up with a pretty good suggestion.
"It would be best to communicate this matter with the government and have them do it. Of course, the prerequisite is that we can convince the officials in charge."
Peng Wang pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't I give it a try? I'm quite familiar with the county magistrate here. I hope he's not a pedantic person."
At this point, He Zhiran felt that he had done everything he could.
At present, it seems that the only possible way is for Peng Wang to persuade the county magistrate. As for whether the result will be satisfactory, it all depends on luck.
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