Suddenly, the villagers rushed forward and surrounded Hu Changan.
"Great Immortal, please save our family! This epidemic is so serious, we can no longer survive!"
"Yes, Master, please show mercy and save our village!"
Suddenly, shouts like this could be heard endlessly.
Of course, some villagers stood watching from a distance and did not come forward.
After all, this village had always believed in other sects, and now a wild Taoist suddenly appeared, so naturally everyone didn't believe it.
Only those who are really desperate will easily believe in this foreign Taoist priest.
However, there are indeed many people who are desperate right now. After a while, a large number of people gathered in front of Hu Changan. Everyone knelt down and begged, waiting for Hu Changan to distribute the life-saving sacred water and holy stones.
And Hu Changan was not stingy. He took out a large bottle, some small porcelain bowls and some round "pebbles" from his backpack, and shouted to everyone: "Come on, come on, everyone has a share. Everyone has a share."
A person is given a bowl of divine water and a sacred stone, so remember not to receive too much, otherwise it will have no effect!"
"Everyone can apply this sacred water on their body or in the environment, so that it can effectively kill the disease and prevent everyone from getting sick again."
"Please remember that this sacred water must not be drunk, otherwise it will have no effect!"
"This holy stone is specially used for washing hands. You can apply some holy stone powder when washing your hands, and then rinse it with clean water, so that the disease can be kept away from everyone."
"The items are free, but the quantity is limited, everyone is on a first-come, first-served basis!"
In order to better distribute things, Hu Changan even started hunger marketing.
Sure enough, not only did the surrounding villagers happily receive the sacred water and holy stones from Hu Changan, but even several nearby villagers watching the fun were attracted by the free and limited quantity, and took them from Hu Changan with a skeptical attitude.
Got something.
After a while, all the things Hu Changan brought were snatched away by enthusiastic villagers.
Hu Changan also packed up his things and walked to the county government office with leisurely steps.
Since there is no specific medicine, nor can we use force to enforce quarantine, the only way to go now is through diligent disinfection.
Although it's better than nothing, it's still better than no disinfection at all.
The divine water in Hu Changan's hand is distilled and concentrated rum.
As an ordinary person, Hu Changan naturally drinks a little wine from time to time.
Once he traveled through time, everything he saw was inferior wine. Now that he had mastered the method of wine making, Hu Changan would not treat himself badly.
Although the brewing method has been handed over to the state, it is normal for you to secretly brew a few barrels to satisfy your taste.
Now, the private wine brewed in Hu Changan's mansion is put to use.
Although the alcohol content of this rum is only about 65%, it can be barely used for medical purposes once it is purified after distillation.
Yersinia pestis is not only sensitive to commonly used antibiotics, but also to some disinfectants such as chlorine-containing disinfectants, iodophors and medical alcohol.
Applying Hu Changan's home-made alcohol at home can not be said to kill 100% of pathogens, but it is enough to provide a level of resistance.
The holy stone in Hu Changan's hand is a finely tuned disinfectant soap.
Hu Changan Ming added some Chinese herbal powder to the original soap formula on Monday, so that he could effectively distinguish anti-epidemic soap from ordinary soap.
In fact, you can also use ordinary soap. After all, the function of soap is only to remove oil stains with germs attached to your hands. It does not essentially disinfect or cure diseases.
But if ordinary soap is used, it would not be good if these common people find out that the soap they begged from the immortal can be bought in the market for only 60 cents.
So to be on the safe side, Hu Changan added an extra step.
At the same time, Hu Changan wrote another letter and sent someone to deliver it to the Prince's Mansion.
After all, this method is only a drop in the bucket now. If we want to control this epidemic, the most critical thing is to isolate.
At present, only by deploying troops from Zhu Yuanzhang or Zhu Biao can we quickly restore order in the village and pull out the sick people to isolate, thereby achieving the root cause of the disease.
Everything that needs to be done has been done, and Hu Changan no longer worries about it. He just continues to produce medical alcohol in large quantities in the county government office, and goes out on the streets every day to pretend to be a master.
However, in the eyes of others, what Hu Changan did was no different from the real Taoist Dance.
Among the doctors, Hu Changan neither studies medicinal materials like them nor handles paperwork like Feng Qing. Instead, he scrubs tables and chairs with the so-called sacred water every day, and wears a Taoist uniform every day to go to the world to deceive the people.
Outrageous.
And because Hu Changan wanted to distill rum, everyone could smell the strong aroma of wine emanating from Hu Changan's yard every day.
Everyone is now criticizing Hu Changan.
Even Feng Qing suspected that Hu Changan was frightened by the epidemic, and even asked Hu Changan in a vague way whether he should go home to recuperate first, as it would be bad if he got hysteria.
However, Hu Changan was not afraid at all and still insisted on following his own path every day, regardless of the gossip of others.
However, in addition to the confusion among the people in the yamen, there is also a greater test waiting for Hu Changan.
Since Hu Changan's method did not have immediate results in a short period of time, many villagers turned back to their original sect in the village and clamored to reorganize their rituals.
Some of them were so resolute that they even knelt down at the gate of the county government office.
Public grievances are like a pot of boiling water. If you are not careful, you will lift the lid and release the huge water pressure inside.
Not only was the county magistrate Feng Qing troubled, but Hu Changan was also having a hard time.
Yesterday, a radical actually knocked over Hu Changan's bottle of medical alcohol in front of him and called him a fake Taoist priest.
If Hu Changan hadn't run so fast, he probably would have been shot by the sturdy villager.
On this day, Hu Changan was refining medical alcohol in the hospital, and there was a bustling sound outside the door. Listening to the sound, it was not too noisy.
Hu Changan quickly walked out of the courtyard to see what happened.
Following the sound, Hu Changan came to the square in the center of the village.
At this time, some villagers had returned to their old business and continued to build altars.
The county magistrate Feng Qing stood aside and was arguing with a group of villagers.
Seeing Hu Chang'an coming, Feng Qing trotted towards Hu Chang'an and said anxiously: "Brother Hu, I'm afraid the people's resentment can no longer be suppressed. How about we let them sacrifice."
"This has been a tradition in the village for many years, so the problem shouldn't be too big." This chapter has been completed!
