Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

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"To prevent the flooding of the turbid river, we must first control the sand flowing down from the middle and upper reaches of the turbid river."

"But the middle and upper reaches of the Zhuo River are all in the Nine Sides, so it's not easy!"

The spring of the eighth year of Enlightenment.

The fields hit by floods in the Central Plains Provincial Government finally came back to life.

It took more than half a year, and the dams on the north and south sides of the Zhuohe River were covered with cement.

This means that, at least in the next five years, the flooding of the muddy river will no longer be a problem.

"Master Zhao, good news! Your Majesty asked me to return to Beijing immediately!"

"What are you still worrying about here?"

"You've taken a fancy to Jiubian! Your Majesty asked me to return to the capital to send troops with King Yan to wipe out the last remnants of Beiyuan's strength!"

When Zhao Zheng was worrying, Lan Yu broke in for a meal.

"Then Zhao will be waiting for the news of General Lan's victory!"

Zhao Zheng had no doubts about Lan Yu's combat effectiveness, and immediately congratulated him in advance.

"Then it's settled. When Lan returns triumphantly, let's have a drink together!"

Lan Yu, who had also been on the embankment for more than half a year, had already longed for battle to the extreme, bid farewell to Zhao Zheng, and rode on a fast horse to the capital.

Zhao Zheng, thus lost the only one on this embankment to talk to.

"If Mao Xiang is here, at least there are a hundred thousand reasons. This Wu Feng is just like a piece of wood."

Glancing at Wu Feng who was standing still behind him, Zhao Zheng couldn't help feeling helpless.

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Days passed by like this.

Until the end of local spring planting, the time has come to the end of April.

Zhao Zhengcai can finally return to Beijing with peace of mind.

"Wu Feng!"

"The end is here!"

"I'm planning to return to Beijing. Has Your Majesty ordered you anything else?"

"Your Majesty Zhao, His Majesty does not allow you to return to Beijing!"

"Oh, then I'll go back now... what? No? Why?"

Zhao Zhengdu had already got up, ready to pack his things and go back to the capital, but he was rejected.

"My lord, in the camp, many soldiers have shown signs of fever, and there are also local people."

"In order to keep the capital safe, my lord has to wait for a while for someone from the imperial hospital to determine whether it is plague or plague."

It's over, Zhao Zheng knows it's over.

Of course, what he was worried about was not himself, but the tens of thousands of people under him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Also, didn't this official give an order to prevent and control the plague in advance!"

Facing Zhao Zheng's anger, Wu Feng still didn't change his expression at all, and replied with a dull face:

"Your Majesty has a will. No one can tell about this matter! As for Mr. Zhao, we will wait until you ask about it."

"Master Zhao, please rest assured that your personal safety is guaranteed."

"As long as you stay near the command tent, there is no problem! The tent is covered with wormwood, and the ground is covered with lime."

"Even the last general is passing the news to you now, and he is separated from his subordinates by dictation."

Wu Feng's words made Zhao Zheng feel at ease.

Because he clearly knows that in this era, once a plague occurs, there is only one way to deal with it.

The place where it happened will be directly fenced off until there are no more dead people.

In addition to the common people, he also has 2 people under his command!

"The officer is going to check the situation!"

"No! Master Zhao! The imperial court has ordered that spreading the plague is a capital offense!"

"Hasn't it been decided yet? Also, I know the regulations better than you. I want to stay with the soldiers and the common people! It's not to let them go!"

"Master Zhao can't do it! Your Majesty told the general to protect your safety! Please don't make it difficult for the general!"

With a wave of Wu Feng's hand, two people rushed in outside the tent.

"Do you dare to be rough on me?"

"Haha, I forgot, you are Jin Yiwei."

"But I insist on going!"

Zhao Zheng took a step forward, Wu Feng and his two men could only take a step back.

Then, two Jinyiwei fans entered the tent.

"If Mr. Zhao persists in his obsession, the final general can only tie you up until the imperial physician arrives, or the plague is over."

The two Jinyiwei fans who came in were not carrying knives, but ropes.

Zhao Zheng had no choice but to pick up a writing brush from his desk, break it in the middle, and point the sharp end to his neck.

"This official said, this official wants to be with the common people!"

"This possible plague is caused by the flooding of the muddy river, and the official will take responsibility for it!"

"You want me to live in a meager existence, I can't do such a thing!"

Wu Feng finally had no choice.

"Then I will go with Mr. Zhao!"

Emperor Zhu Chongba made people have to desperately protect Zhao Zheng's life, but now, he has nothing to do with Zhao Zheng.

"No need! General Wu!"

"It just so happens that I have something to do, and I need your cooperation!"

"As long as Mr. Zhao puts down his pen, everything is easy to talk about!"

Snapped!

"I don't intend to die, on the contrary, I want everyone to live together!"

Zhao Zheng threw away the pen, squeezed Wu Feng away, and left the tent.

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"Wu Feng!"

"The end is here!"

"The only order I've given you is to bring your subordinates to boil the water! You can boil as much water as you can! Then use the bamboo with the knots through to transport it out!"

"The last will obey!"

"Xu Qi'an from a thousand households!"

"The end is here!"

"Take all your brothers and patrol the tents. Once you find someone with a fever, gather them all in one place for isolation! It's best to cover your mouth and nose with cloth scalded with boiling water, and change it every hour!"

"The last will obey!"

Zhao Zheng knows that the plague is a protracted battle, a battle that is destined to be more tragic than the flood control of the muddy river.

Under the current conditions, he has no other options.

He could only use the remaining medical knowledge in his head to issue these orders.

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A few days later, the doctor came.

That day, after checking the symptoms of all the febrile patients, the imperial physician shook his head.

The plague is officially confirmed!

"Master Tai Tu, the lower officials can only prescribe the right medicine, but can't cure it. You should hide for a while."

The imperial physicians sent from the capital were also instructed by Emperor Zhu Chongba to persuade Zhao Zheng that protecting his life was the first priority.

Zhao Zheng naturally continued to refuse.

"Master Zhao! I won't die!"

"My brothers all said that if you contract the plague, you will definitely die!"

"I haven't married a wife yet, ahem, Mr. Zhao, help me!"

In the isolated area, every time Zhao Zheng saw a commoner or soldier, he would ask him for help.

But he really can't help it.

This is Zhao Zheng, for the first time, truly powerless.