Zhao Jin looked solemn and squatted down to check.
The man's body was still warm, so he obviously died not long ago.
He was not a liar, he just relied on experience to recognize that the man died of illness, but the woman should not lie.
Medical skills in ancient times were too backward. Typhoid fever and fever were just minor illnesses in modern times, but now they are demons that can kill people.
Qin Heng and others, who were still laughing and joking, were speechless for a moment when they saw the tragedy in front of them.
The woman began to cry again, and the sobbing sound made the children who were not yet sensible also cry together.
Chu Weiqing was the only woman in their group. She hugged the woman from the side and stroked her back to comfort her.
Zhao Jin sighed, "Your child still needs you."
Any words of comfort are pale at this time.
This family can only have a future if they can hold on and survive the current difficulties.
So Zhao Jin didn't say much else, he just reminded the woman that she could only support the family now. If she fell, her children would really be helpless.
A word of advice to wake up the dreamer.
The woman stared blankly at the ignorant, pea-sized child, and suddenly hugged them.
"Don't cry, don't cry, and mom, it's okay."
She suppressed the sadness in her chest and comforted the two scared children softly.
Zhao Jin stood up, lowered his head and looked down at the woman who was strong enough to carry all the burdens. The fingers hanging down on the sides of her legs curled up slightly.
"Liang Qian." Zhao Jin called in a low voice.
After being made such a fuss, Liang Qian's drunkenness had almost dissipated, "Sir."
"Help them give the person a good life and bury him. The burial expenses will come from my private treasury."
The woman comforted the two children. When she heard Zhao Jin's words, she kowtowed to Zhao Jin with red eyes, "Thank you, sir!"
The mainstay of the family fell down, and she could only rely on her to support her future livelihood.
Zhao Jin helped pay for the burial, which saved them a considerable amount of money.
Until Zhao Jin led everyone away, the women's thanks could still be heard.
Not far away, the lantern market is dazzling and lively, and you can still vaguely hear the joyful laughter of people.
There is a dead silence here, filled with the sadness of death.
This incident made them no longer interested in having fun. They were in high spirits when they arrived and felt heavy when they returned.
"It's too cold." Yang Xu took a long breath, and a touch of white air rose.
After the Chinese New Year in previous years, the weather will gradually get warmer.
Although it won't be as fast, it will be warmer than a year ago.
This year was originally cold before the New Year, but unexpectedly, after the New Year, the weather did not warm up for two days, and it became even colder in vain.
Takeda was distraught, "I don't know when the weather will get warmer after this bad weather."
"If this continues, I don't know how many people will freeze to death."
Hearing this, Zhao Jin was slightly startled, "Do many people die every winter?"
"Yes." Qin Heng pursed his lips and said with some difficulty: "My family is poor and I don't have money to buy coal. I accidentally fell asleep at night."
Zhao Jin frowned slightly, "Can't you even buy charcoal?"
"Hey, charcoal has always been cheap, and most people can afford it." Xu Qi felt helpless, "But they couldn't bear it and couldn't bear it!"
Zhao Jin was in disbelief, "I can't bear to part with you? But wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable if I had to freeze to death at night?"
"Think you can survive this? Ordinary people always want to save money."
Zhao Jin closed his eyes, feeling a little regretful.
Because he knew that charcoal was available here and was cheap, he was not in a hurry to put the fire pit on the agenda.
Now that I have some free time these days, I find time to think about how to build this fire pit.
The second day.
Zhao Jin directly asked the craftsmen to be called over and they thought about it together.
The craftsman was better at this kind of thing than him. After Zhao Jin drew out his ideas and the parts he vaguely remembered, the craftsman went back and tried bit by bit.
However, there was no result yet on Huokang, but something big happened in Yunzhou City.
Six or seven days have passed since the Lantern Festival.
This day, Yunzhou City.
Suddenly, several vehicles took the body out of the city.
The soldiers guarding the city were a little strange, "What's going on today? How many times has this happened? So many people just died, it's just as good as the better."
Today happens to be Xu Qi's shift, responsible for defending the city.
As soon as he came to inspect, he heard what the soldiers said. He stared at the plain white figures pushing corpses in front of him, and frowned, "A lot of people pushed corpses out of the city today?"
"Sir." The soldier became energetic and replied quickly, "Yes, this is already the seventh vehicle."
Xu Qi had some bad premonitions in her heart.
Before noon, seven people died one after another?
How could it be such a coincidence?
If everything is too coincidental, there must be something fishy about it.
"Please take note of the number of vehicles transporting corpses. I will report to the adults."
Xu Qi went directly to Zhao Jin without reporting to each level.
This thing is so weird, I'm afraid the day lilies will be cold by the time the reports are reported.
"Seven?" Zhao Jin threw away the pen in his hand, "Go and find out why he died."
Xu Qi moved quickly and came back half an hour later.
He looked very bad. When Zhao Jin saw Xu Qi's expression, his heart skipped a beat.
really.
"It's all because of typhoid fever."
Zhao Jin stood up suddenly, "All seven people died of typhoid fever?"
"Yes," Xu Qi's voice was low, and his heart felt tight, "Not only seven, but eight people have died due to typhoid fever today."
"My subordinates went to check and found out that since the person we met who died of typhoid fever during the Lantern Festival, nearly twenty people have died due to typhoid fever."
In just a few days, this number was extremely shocking.
at the same time.
Yunzhou Military Camp.
"Cough! Cough!" Several violent coughs came from a camp.
A soldier lifted up the curtain of the camp tent and went in. He frowned and said, "Why is it getting worse? Has the doctor come to see it?"
The camp was filled with a strong smell of medicine, "Ahem, I've seen it, you don't know, I've been taking medicine for six or seven days."
The coughing soldier was thin, his face was pale, and his lips were lifeless, dry and peeling.
But half a month ago, he was considered relatively tall in the military camp.
Since he contracted the cold half a month ago, he didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking that he was in good health and would be fine.
Who knows, it will get worse and worse, and people will start to lose weight quickly.
Comrades in the same camp took him to see the doctor in the military camp. He took medicine for six or seven days, but he still wasn't feeling better and he was getting thinner and thinner.
"How could this happen? The same goes for Lao Liu, who was also infected with typhoid fever a few days ago."
"It's not just Lao Liu!" Another soldier in the camp opened the curtain and walked in. He smelled the smell of medicine and couldn't help but frown.
"This damn weather is really killing people. At least ten people in our camp are infected with typhoid fever. The whole camp is filled with the smell of medicine."
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