This cholera started in the camp where the refugees were staying. The governance of Qingyuan didn't even have time to start, and cholera was already raging.
Thousands of people died in a short period of time, and cholera also triggered a frantic flight across the city.
The situation in Qingyuan is comparable to hell on earth.
In the Qingyuan County Mansion, Prince Wei Cheng and others had all covered their mouths and noses, and were also wearing the sachets that Jiang Qi had privately taken from the space.
Jiang Qi sternly said: "Your Highness, we must leave as soon as possible!"
Wei Cheng disagreed: "But the people of Qingyuan cannot be ignored, and the absconding officials must be arrested!"
Jiang Qi looked sad.
"Your Highness... look at this Qingyuan, where are there any traces of common people!"
The wind blew up the garbage on the ground, making the deserted streets look particularly lonely.
Even the lanterns under the countless eaves looked shaky.
Die or die, run or run.
Qingyuan has almost become an empty city. Everyone around has fled in all directions, and it is futile to continue to stay.
Wei Cheng gritted his teeth, and for the first time, he felt real sorrow for the people in his heart, as well as the helplessness of his own inability to do anything.
He said in a deep voice: "Let's go back to Guifeng!"
Several towns around Qingyuan have long since lost their livelihood, and the spread of cholera will only gradually kill people.
People could only go to the southwest to seek help from Guifeng, and Wei Cheng and others had to go to the southwest to seek help from Guifeng.
Southwest, Guifeng.
Fu Bao sat on the horse. Under Yu Wenyan's patient guidance, she was no longer so scared and could ride on the horse by herself and circle the city slowly.
After bypassing the Chenghuang Temple, there is a mountain.
There are two roads at the bottom of the mountain, one is the official road of Guifeng, which is where you usually walk, and the other is the dirt road that goes up the mountain. Occasionally, local people go up to worship. The mountain is a tomb.
Fubao suddenly thought, "If there is not enough space near the City God's Temple, can the barren hills behind be reclaimed to accommodate the refugees?"
Yu Wenyan pondered: "Yes, but it will require a large number of manpower to open up barren mountains."
"Let the refugees clear up wasteland and build their own land - there are more than 30,000 refugees outside the city."
Fubao thought, when he passed by the City God's Temple, he saw the refugees who were sweating profusely and refused to stop under the leadership of Zhou Dashan. They were all full of energy.
Yu Wenyan did not allow Fubao to get too close to them. He only allowed Fubao to stand far away and gave her the mask, "Put it on."
Fu Bao was holding the reins, so he raised his head and said, "Help me put it on."
The tips of Yu Wenyan's ears were red, and he wrapped the hemp rope on the mask around Fu Bao's little head and put it on her.
This outfit is not unusual for Guifeng today.
Not only the refugees have taken protective measures, but also the soldiers in the city and even ordinary people are rushing to buy these masks and other supplies - this has caused places like Guifeng City's tailor shops to be in short supply day and night.
It was Hou Hong who issued the death order, and each household was not allowed to receive more than two per capita per day.
This can ensure that everyone in Guifeng City has protective masks.
There are also a lot of people rushing to buy other supplies, including medicinal powders. Hou Hong also issued a death order to ensure that everyone in the city can use them. Now there are many people queuing in front of the shed where potions are distributed for free.
Moreover, everyone is wearing protective masks, blouses, etc., all dressed in white, which makes all Guifeng people quite supernatural, and the atmosphere in Guifeng is also quite dull and solemn.
It seemed like something was about to happen.
Zhou Dashan is quite discerning. When he saw Fubao and Yu Wenyan from a distance, he consciously did not come up to him. Instead, he stood at the construction site in the distance and saluted directly to the two of them, "A thousand years old for the princess! A thousand years old for the prince!"
Yu Wenyan nodded coldly.
At this time, deputy Qi Lin came over with the cleaned women and several children of Zhou Dashan. Although they were skinny, their eyes were full of defense and vigilance for the unfamiliar environment. But they were already rare clean existences among the refugees.
They also all wore masks, and Zhou Dashan was stunned for a moment at first, not recognizing them.
Then, his daughter-in-law cried out: "Big Mountain!"
Zhou Dashan, a tough-minded man, burst into tears all of a sudden! He even knelt down with his legs weak: "Osmanthus! Osmanthus, is it you? Osmanthus! Big head, two heads and three heads! Spring flower! Is it you!"
He cried bitterly, and Osmanthus fragrans and the children also ran towards him happily.
"father!"
"The boss!"
"Dad, it's us!"
The whole family hugged each other and cried together.
Countless refugees stopped what they were doing to watch their families reunited, feeling either envy, nostalgia, or sadness... Each thought of their separated family members, and some even began to cry.
However, these people are rarely jealous of Zhou Dashan.
Zhou Dashan's strength was there, and what happened with the poison before, made them a group of refugees who were really convinced. Seeing the family reunion, they just felt that capable people can really protect their families.
Zhou Dashan was only emotional for a moment. He quickly put away his tears and asked, "How did you get here after so many days? Are you hungry?"
Chunhua argued: "Thanks to Dad for the few black-faced steamed buns you left behind! Let's eat them secretly! Share them! We're hungry, but we won't be!"
As the little girl said this, she took out the only remaining piece of dry flour bun from her arms. She didn't know what it was made of, but it was probably mixed with chaff or something like that. It should be quite loud.
Osmanthus fragrans is also a capable woman. As soon as she wiped her tears, she said loudly: "Children, the government has given us food! We have to work! Get moving!"
"Yes! Mother!"
"I will definitely work hard!"
Zhou Dashan's family are hard-working people and they started to take action.
The surrounding refugees saw them moving and began to continue working.
I was still thinking silently in my heart: I don’t know if my family is okay outside now, dead or alive...
Countless pairs of eyes looked longingly at Yu Wenyan and Fubao.
Fubao understood that these people not only longed for food, drink, and a place to live, but also wanted to be reunited with their families. They were also human beings, and they also had things they couldn't let go of emotionally...
Fu Bao pursed his lips: "Yu Wenyan, when will people from outside the city be allowed in..."
She was also worried that if the delay continued, people outside the city would be unable to survive, and they would really die in large numbers...
Yu Wenyan frowned, and then said: "Soon. Go back and rest first, the sun is too strong."
Yu Wenyan got on the horse again, this time he rode the horse himself, and returned to the mansion very quickly.
He dismounted, then caught Fubao, let her land smoothly, and then led Fubao back to rest, "Fubao, be good, take a nap, I promise to open the city gate in the afternoon and let people from outside the city come in."
Fu Bao nodded, "Okay, I'll be good, Yu Wenyan, you have to keep your word."
Zuo Su twisted the cold water handkerchief and wiped Fu Bao's sweat. Fu Bao changed his clothes and lay on the bed before letting go of Yu Wenyan's hand.
Looking at him with obsidian eyes, "You will do what you say."
Yu Wenyan nodded, "I will do what I say."
Seeing Fu Bao obediently closing his eyes, Yu Wenyan pulled away and left.
Standing outside the door, the anger on the young man's brow reappeared.
First, if the powerful people in Guifeng dare to provoke Hou Hong and provoke his mouthpiece, they are provoking him and must pay the price.
Second, letting people from outside the city come in will inevitably require more silver taels... I am afraid that the supplies in Guifeng City will not last long. We still need to find a way to transport supplies from elsewhere, so we need to leave a channel for the supplies...
Yu Wenyan was living every detail in his head.
His voice became colder, "Nigger!"
The right guardian black ghost was dressed in black and flew down like a shadow. He knelt down on one knee and said, "Master!"
"Follow me to Zhao Qiansun Li's house!"
Yu Wenyan was surrounded by cold air.
Master Zhao's house.
"This is so unreasonable! You idiot! You can't even do such a simple task! What's the use of you!"
He angrily picked up the tea cup and smashed it into the boy's face. The scalding hot tea made the boy scream: "Master! Master, please forgive me, master! It's that Zhou Dashan! That Zhou Dashan is so cunning! The little one was also momentary."
Ignore it!"
Mr. Zhao was furious, and Mr. Qian below him said: "Brother Zhao, what should we do now? Mr. Hou must have found out and will definitely come to us to punish us! And the prince——"
Mr. Zhao fearfully whispered: "...The prince is that son, and his methods will only become more ruthless. I'm afraid none of us will get any good results!"
Mr. Zhao, however, sneered disapprovingly: "Huh! It's just an eight-year-old boy! What can he become? He has been in Guifeng for several days and I haven't seen him do anything! Why are you so afraid of a little baby!"