For the rest of the day, she didn't know how it had passed.

Here, everyone forgets who they are and only wants to do their part to save the lives of these people.

Sang Xiaoxi still didn't find a way to heal, so he could only prescribe a prescription to alleviate the control first. Ouyang Shuo brought in people from the military camp to surround the entire village, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

This is the best way to control the epidemic!

It's just that there are more and more corpses on the ground. Sang Qingrou saw that this situation was wrong, and these corpses would also become a source of transmission, and they must be dealt with as soon as possible.

"Lord Wang, these corpses can't be piled up here forever, they must be disposed of immediately. Otherwise, the situation will be more difficult to control. When they get sick and die, they themselves become a source of infection. ”

Ouyang Shuo had this intention, but he didn't expect that the pampered daughter of the prime minister's mansion would still be able to cope with such a picture.

It seems that he underestimated Sang Qingrou before.

"I've got the soldiers digging the pit. ”

"They died of the disease, and burying them won't solve the problem. Corpses will rot in the soil, and plagues will remain in the soil. Once it rains, the pathogen spreads with the rain. At that point, how are you going to control it?"

"Pathogen, what's it?"

Sang Qingrou almost forgot, he couldn't understand these words.

"Pathogens are the things that make these people sick, and it is present in the bodies of these people. The corpse decays, the pathogen remains in the soil, and once it rains, it follows the rain and flows into the river, you think about the consequences. ”

Ouyang Shuo thought about it carefully, and thought about it carefully.

Sang Qingrou could actually think of this, he hadn't thought about it before.

"What do you mean, what should these corpses be disposed of?"

"If you want to control the epidemic, these people who have died of the disease have to be cremated on the spot, sprinkled with lime around them, and no one is allowed to come close. Encircle a place as a place to concentrate on the disposal of corpses, and these corpses are to be disposed of in the shortest possible time. ”

Ouyang Shuo seemed to have some scruples, but thinking of the possible consequences, he could only nod.

"Just do what you want!"

At his command, the soldiers wore gloves, covered their faces, and carried the bodies for disposal.

Sang Qingrou guarded them to destroy the corpses, and just as she was about to order the fire, Sang Xiaoxi hurriedly ran over, and there was a six or seven-year-old boy beside her.

He grabbed Sang Xiaoxi's skirt and hid behind her, only revealing a pair of eyes, waiting for Sang Qingrou fiercely.

"That's her! she's going to destroy her mother's body. Sister Xiaoxi, her mother can't be burned, she said that the dead should be buried in the ground. ”

Sang Xiaoxi gasped, glanced at Sang Qingrou, and looked straight at Ouyang Shuo.

She knew that Ouyang Shuo had the final say in this matter. He wanted to burn the corpse, it must have been Sang Qingrou's intention.

While she was busy looking for a cure for the epidemic, Sang Qingrou began to sprout moths again.

"Eldest sister, I said before that if you are restless here, I will drive you away. Are you forcing me to let you go now?"

"What did I do to be restless?"

"Aren't you restless that you're going to burn these corpses? What kind of heart do you have?"

Sang Xiaoxi pointed at Sang Qingrou and scolded angrily: "Don't you see that so many people have died?

"It is precisely because I have seen so many people die that I will suggest that the prince do this. Burn the corpses, it's all for the good of the villagers. ”

"For their good? Don't you know, everyone dies and wants to be buried in peace. You burn their bodies, what do you make the living think? They all died so badly, you don't want to leave them with a whole corpse. ”

"What do you know? If the corpses are left here, they will become a new source of infection, and if it rains, the epidemic will only break out in a large area, and then the water source will be polluted, and the epidemic will not be controlled at all, and more people will die. Can you calm down and think about it?"

Sang Qingrou was in no mood to quarrel with her, in the original book, Sang Xiaoxi was not so stubborn, why did she see Sang Xiaoxi stubborn and stupid.

At this time, can't she be a little more sensible?

Sang Xiaoxi was stunned, she really hadn't thought about this problem.

Sang Qingrou said: "Your top priority is to find a way to heal, and other things are not your business." Everyone's lives are in your hands, are you going to waste your time here?"

Sang Xiaoxi was stunned, this time, she had nothing to say.

The child next to him grabbed Sang Xiaoxi's hand: "Big sister, I don't want my mother to die without a body, you can help me!"

He said and began to cry in front of the big guy. For such a young child, the loss of a loved one is already painful, and it is necessary to watch the body of his mother burned.

His mood, Sang Qingrou can understand. Now, however, there is no better choice.

"Don't cry yet! This matter ......" Sang Xiaoxi was also embarrassed for a while, the little boy looked very pitiful, but she had to focus on the overall situation.

Just when everyone hesitated, Sang Qingrou snatched the torch from the soldier's hand without hesitation, and ignited the corpse without blinking her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the corpses piled up into a small mountain were suddenly engulfed in flames, and it was too late for anyone to stop it.

At this time, the little boy suddenly broke free of Sang Xiaoxi and ran towards Sang Qingrou.

Sang Qingrou was defenseless and was bitten on the back of her hand by him. She frowned, saw the hatred in the little boy's eyes, and said nothing.

He endured pain that he shouldn't have at this age, but there was no better choice for everyone.

"I won't forgive you! You're all bad people. He cried and put it away, Sang Qingrou frowned, staring at the bite marks on the back of her hand, and her heart was mixed.

She didn't even know what motherly love was, and this little boy was much happier than she was.

Taking a deep breath, Sang Qingrou regained her indifferent appearance.

"Okay! I don't have time to be sad now, I should look for a prescription to find a prescription, and if I should take care of the villagers, take care of the villagers, don't stick here. ”

Sang Qingrou covered her hands, ignored anyone, and walked to the house where she lived. The wound on the back of her hand was still aching, and when she went back, she took a closer look, and the child showed no mercy and was bleeding.

She washed her wound desperately against the water, fearing that she too would catch the disease. When I looked up, I saw the villagers outside being tormented by the epidemic, and my heart began to waver.

If she had taken out the prescription, these people would not have to suffer. However, this affects the pace of the story, and everything after that, will it be affected?

What the hell is she going to do?

When the prescription is taken out, how many people will believe in themselves?