“It’s not terrible to eat to your heart’s content and ruin your stomach, but it’s to suffer from dysentery!”

War often comes with a pandemic.

Zhang Junlin, who lived in peace in his previous life, was not aware of this problem at all.

He has not experienced the great epidemic after the war, but the great epidemic in peacetime has already made him tortured.

If we catch it at this juncture when there is no medicine or doctor, a rain will cause dysentery again.

Now there is no need to consider the small goals of farming, enlightenment, and defending the city for revenge. The first priority is to lead the whole city to survive!

Huhuhu...

The evil wind kept blowing with coolness.

Zhang Junlin looked up and saw the starry sky covered by dark clouds, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

The house leaked and it rained all night!

"The moonlight is hazy, and it's either windy or rainy. Congratulations, Your Highness. As soon as it lights up tomorrow, the spring breeze that cleanses away the filth will turn into rain."

Zhang Junlin glanced at the prisoner who was speaking.

This boy was the one who led the escape when he caught the rabbit. He was called Shi Lei by his companions.

It's okay if you feel scared and want to kneel down and lick her, he likes this behavior very much.

But if you flatter a horse by patting him on the leg, he deserves a spanking.

"Shi Lei, I remember that you just said that you will unconditionally abide by any orders from me?"

Zhang Junlin's sly smile made Shi Lei shudder.

Smelling the lingering stench of shit in the air, he thought of Prince Zhang's precedent of treating them as farmers, and his face turned pale.

"Your Highness, you don't want us to clean the streets, do you?"

This is the responsibility of the shit-sweeper.

And they are soldiers!

"Your Highness, our hands are used to hold weapons, and using farm tools is our final bottom line!"

oh?

That's great!

"You think so too?"

Zhang Junlin looked at the others.

Everyone who had a bad intuition nodded quickly.

Compared with picking up manure on the street, they think it is better to do farm work in the fields.

"I am grateful for your contribution to South Vietnam."

"Don't worry, I will never trample on the bottom line of your self-esteem."

Zhang Junlin solemnly bowed and thanked him.

It made Shi Lei and others blush and felt embarrassed.

"Come here, go to Jingzhao Mansion to deliver an order to mobilize the people in the city to shovel and remove excrement."

The soldiers guarding the city who had just returned from the military camp had a sad face when they heard this order.

His Highness the Crown Prince defeated the powerful enemy and robbed food for everyone to eat. Everyone expressed their gratitude to the Crown Prince.

But the matter of shoveling and removing feces is quite complicated.

"Why don't you leave? But there are difficulties?"

Zhang Junlin saw the soldiers guarding the city hesitant and asked questions.

"Go back to Your Highness...where do you shovel this shit and dung? If you throw it into the river, everyone will stop drinking the water. Even if the water is boiled, it will cause diarrhea. To transport it outside the city, you need to carry it on your shoulders or use a car.

Who doesn’t find it troublesome?”

"Besides, even if it is piled outside the city, it will probably flow back into the river in the city. It can be piled into a depression, but the depression where the government piles dung is thirty or forty miles away from the main city."

No one can stink the royal family and dignitaries in the capital.

Because of this, the original person had no impression of the smell of feces and urine in the city.

"I hope Your Highness will think twice."

The soldiers guarding the city were thinking very clearly and their words were reasonable and meaningful.

Zhang Junlin looked at the other party carefully.

He is in his twenties and looks very upright.

He is a good candidate for an official position.

"May I have your name?"

"Go back to your highness, little Lin Goudan."

"..."

I know that untouchables are easy to make a living on, but this name is a bit too easy to make a living on.

Dogs’ balls will ache when they hear it.

"Have you read any books?"

"I haven't read it, but there was an old man who lived next door to my little one and taught me how to read and learn etiquette."

Well, not bad.

Zhang Junlin was very satisfied and appointed him on the spot.

"Lin Goudan, from now on you will be the official of Jingzhao Prefecture. Your immediate supervisor, the official Yin, has run away. You will temporarily take over the post of governor and organize the officers and soldiers of Jingzhao Prefecture to inform the people in the city immediately."

"I want to exchange a pound of grain for a cart of dung. The dung will be piled on the wasteland of the Imperial Manor. I will explain how to pile it up later."

Huhuhu...

The wind roared louder.

Zhang Junlin saw that Lin Goudan was confused and wanted to ask a question, so he waved his hand to interrupt.

"Go quickly! We must send all the shit and urine piled up in the city to the Imperial Mansion before it rains."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I, Lin Goudan, swear to follow His Highness the Crown Prince to the death!"

Lin Goudan was extremely moved.

Who in Jinling doesn't know that His Royal Highness does not live in the palace but in the imperial village?

In order to find a reason to distribute food to everyone, His Royal Highness also wanted to prevent everyone from being affected by the stench.

To make such a big sacrifice.

And he made an exception and made him a high official!

It's like smoke is rising from the ancestor's grave.

"Stop talking nonsense and do it now."

Zhang Junlin urged.

Lin Goudan, who worked quickly, quickly took his waist badge and ran towards Qian Jingzhao Mansion.

"Nanfeng, follow me, lest everyone doesn't believe what he says and keeps going back and forth."

"Open the city gates, there is no curfew tonight."

There are tens of thousands of people in the city, plus more refugees.

With the food and grass as motivation, we should be able to send it to the Imperial Mansion before dawn.

Although exchanging one pound of grain for one cart of manure was Huang Shiren's behavior in his opinion, it was already a premium in terms of local wages in Jinling.

A gust of wind blew away the south wind, and Zhang Junlin checked Yang Kai's situation again.

Thanks to Yang Kai's fortune, the fever gradually subsided.

The pain of cutting flesh made Yang Kai tremble even in his dreams.

"Hold Yang Kai steady and follow me back to the Imperial Mansion!"

Zhang Junlin took a bold step forward, and there was silence behind him.

Turning around, he saw that Shi Lei was about to speak but stopped.

"Your Highness, we are not afraid of Xun, but Brother Yang is seriously injured, why not just leave him in the city?"

"Yes, yes."

All the generals quickly agreed.

The Imperial Mansion will no longer be the same as when they arrived.
To be continued...