"Thank you, Master!"

A disaster victim held a broken bowl in his hand, which contained steaming porridge. The other party was grateful.

Next to Fang Dou, there was Long Nu, followed by officials of all levels of Weiyang County.

The prefect did what he said and immediately sent people to assist Fang Dou, and the limited money and grain he promised was also in place.

Although Weiyang County has canal water conservancy and is also the center of weaving in the world. Although its wealth is profound, it is not a grain-producing land.

After flooding, even the few grain fields were flooded, and the granary of the government's government had long been empty.

The officials behind Fang Dou were quite worried. There was not much food, so according to Fang Dou's method of making porridge, I was afraid that it would not last ten days.

Since ancient times, porridge sheds must be set up to gather refugees to avoid scattered among the people.

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Regardless of the amount of food, you have to make porridge instead of cooking, which is very particular about it.

The refugees were hungry and full, and their stomachs were already weak and could only be maintained with soft hot porridge. If they ate rice, they would not scratch the stomach and vomit blood and die.

Besides, no matter how peaceful and turmoil, there is not enough food in the world. The same handful of rice is much better than cooking.

However, there are ways to make porridge, with more water and less water. It is nothing more than the difference between the thin and sticky hot porridge that comes out of the pot.

The officials sent by the prefect have more or less experiences with only the disaster victims and originally wanted to persuade them.

But Fang Dou is honest and according to the TV series in his previous life, he requires that "the vertical chopsticks do not fall down."

In this way, the people were satisfied with their food, but the food they transported was not enough.

In front of the porridge shed, the people who lined up to make porridge were endless, which made people feel numb when they saw it.

Most of the day later, an official finally couldn't help but secretly talk to Fang.

"Mr. Fang, there is not enough food!"

Fang Dou nodded, "I understand."

The official was stunned, "Then..."

"I'll find a way to find a way for not enough food!"

Fang Dou had a conspiracy in his heart, and the people were not without food, but were all in the hands of wealthy families.

"Also, after a major disaster, there will be an epidemic."

Fang Dou looked at the official for a few seconds. It seemed that he was not a mediocre person, but a talented man!

Floods are flooded, sewage, feces are mixed, and humans and animals are soaked in it, which breeds countless bacteria.

In this case, the victims are freezing and hungry, and are more likely to get sick if they are weak.

Large-scale infectious diseases can be regarded as a weapon of killing genocide before the modern medical system was established!

"What advice do you have?"

Fang Dou's eyes fell into the crowd, and many people looked sallow and their steps were floating, and they were shaking while walking.

Some people hold hot porridge and vomit while drinking. Some even get diarrhea on the side of the road, which is stinking.

This situation is very bad!

"Did you see the rice placed next to me?"

The official's eyes followed Fang Dou and saw the pile of rice next to the porridge shed, packed in straw bags, and wrapped in oil cloth to waterproof.

Such strict measures are usually used to store precious medicinal materials.

"From the porridge, put ten grains of rice in each pot, remember, remember!"

The official was stunned when he heard this. What is the use of ten grains of rice?

"Stop asking, go do it!"

Next, there was a change when cooking porridge. When the hired workers took out the rice, they took out a red cloth rice bag and counted it carefully to put the rice inside.

Someone was surprised, "It seems that these are just ordinary rice, why don't you put more?"

How could the porridge in the pot be full of rice, mixed with beans, wheat, and even sweet potatoes?

"Don't talk too much, it's just what the officials ordered!"

The newly-cooked hot porridge has no other changes except for ten extra rice.

However, huge changes happened quietly in a subtle way.

The family of three sat around the ground, serving hot porridge with broken tiles, but no one ate it.

The reason is that the male owner of the pillar is very ill at this moment and vomits whatever he eats. He has diarrhea for seven or eight times last night, and finally it was clear water and he is already dying.

The woman held the child and kept wiping her tears. She could still stutter in the porridge shed, so she didn't have the money to invite the doctor to see a doctor.

"Afen, I'm afraid it won't work anymore. You and the child eat the porridge and run away quickly!"

The male owner also knew it, "If I don't do it properly, it will be contagious. Never harm you and your children!"

"father!"

The child cried and wanted to pounce on him, but was grabbed by the woman, with a look of horror.

"Don't you get out of here, will you all die in the whole family?"

Listening to the male owner's urging, the woman nodded with tears in her eyes, "Okay, I'll leave!"

The male owner retching a few times and couldn't spit out anything. He nodded with a smile.

After struggling over and over again, the woman held a piece of broken tiles and carefully held the porridge, "His father, I can vomit at least after taking a few bites."

The male owner raised his hand and pushed it away, "Don't waste it, leave a few mouthfuls for the child!"

"Dad, I have it here, you can eat it!"

The male owner put his mouth close to the broken tiles and barely made a swallowing move, and the hot porridge flowed into his mouth.

Seeing that his breath was weak, the woman knew that she was not far from death, so she held back and didn't cry.

"Gudong!"

The swallowing sound suddenly became powerful.

When the woman saw that the hot porridge filled with broken tiles had been eaten up, she showed a look of surprise, "His father, you?"

Surprisingly, the male owner did not vomit, and the dark aura on his face diminished a little.

"I'm hungry!"

The woman was ecstatic and held a tile of hot porridge, "His father, you eat it."

The male owner ate a few more bites of hot porridge, and his spirits improved and his breathing became stronger.

"Afen, I can't die!"

The woman cried with joy and hugged the male owner and cried out loud.

The same scene was performed by countless families around the porridge shed.

In the environment of sewage flowing, the victims were sick from their mouths, and various miasma qi were rampant, and they had already fallen into many illnesses.

In addition, the post-disaster environment is simple, which is conducive to the transmission of epidemics, and it is about to usher in explosive transmission.

However, Fang Dou used spiritual rice grown by Dongtian to mix it into the hot porridge for disaster relief.

Unexpectedly, the effect is better than expected.

Ten spiritual rice in each pot is boiled and boiled so that it is spread into dozens or even hundreds of hot porridge.

The victims drank a few sips of hot porridge to drive away evil and avoid the invasion of the epidemic.

Eliminate those who are seriously ill and difficult to recover, and those who are not sick can strengthen their bodies. Those who are sick can also cure the disease.

After a pot of hot porridge was gone, the next day, the officials also found something was wrong.

You should know that in order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, the officials and employees in the porridge shed all wear facial towels to cover their mouths and noses.

According to experience, a few days after the disaster is the time for the outbreak.

But at present, although the people around the porridge shed are still in the middle of cold and hunger, there are fewer and fewer patients.

Not only did a group of patients die of illness, but the remaining patients miraculously recovered and completely cut off the possibility of infection.

"It's strange!"

The official who handled it himself remembered the ten meters ordered by Fang Dou, and was extremely shocked, as if a storm was set off.

"Is this rice really the spiritual rice that the gods take?"

At this moment, Fang Dou and Long Nu had left the porridge shed and went to find food.
Chapter completed!