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However, the literati, especially the clever literati, do not roll up their sleeves and come and go.

Jiang Pengji's eyes glanced left and right, only to see Feng Jin and Qi Guan let the two of them sit on one side, arguing with each other, no one would take a step back, the entire tent was filled with invisible gunsmoke, she secretly rolled her eyes, and said a word to the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Anchor V]: Gambling or not, these two men are both women?

It was clear that she was the one who started the war, and when things got bigger, she picked herself up cleanly.

Such a brazen anchor is simply a clear stream in the live broadcast industry.

[Sugar-free mints]: Female control is not scary, scary people still have brains. I thought these two were chatting happily just now, but after the translation of the big guy in the live broadcast room, I realized that they were scolding, the ancient literati were really terrible, and quarrels can be so literary and artistic.

[Forty-meter Knife]: Literature and art are not terrible, the terrible thing is that they don't understand, and they think that others praise themselves, which is embarrassing.

[Big Red Date]: Don't you think the anchor is the worst one?

Jiang Pengji held her cheeks, whether it was Qi Guanrang or Feng Jin, they couldn't take the initiative to tear her, and they couldn't beat her.

After tearing up for most of the day, the two people who were inseparable from each other tacitly chose a truce, brewed tea and tasted tea, and did not see the smoke of war at all.

Jiang Pengji's eyes rolled...... I don't really understand the way you literati quarrel.

In ancient times, the medical technology was very backward, there were too many injuries, Lang Zhong couldn't be busy at all, many seriously ill patients couldn't survive at all, and swallowed their breath unwillingly, and those who were more minor were healed quickly, and there was no problem with normal rushing.

A few days later, the dead wounded were buried, and Jiang Pengji set off from the village.

Riding Dabai, wearing cool clogs on her feet, Jiang Pengji opened the way in front, followed by several slow-moving carriages, which contained food and herbs and people who were seriously injured, and the rest of the people could ride horses, and they could not ride horses and walk directly.

The people packed their bags and followed the team, and Jiang Pengji specially lined up two-thirds of the troops and the forbidden army to protect these people.

Meng Hun took the scouts to explore the way ahead, reporting the situation every quarter of an hour.

Feng Jin rode a jujube red horse and stepped forward to ask Jiang Pengji.

"Listening to the song of Fengyi County, there are already people dying of the plague one after another, should Lanting consider changing the route and going around to Xiangyang County? After all, these people are not suitable to go to the epidemic area, if they are infected with the epidemic, there will be unnecessary deaths and injuries at that time. ”

Jiang Pengji understands that in ancient times, there was no special medicine, and these epidemics were very terrible, and a single spread could take away countless lives.

She nodded and said, "Let's go to Xiangyang County instead, settle these people first, and then we will go to other places in Fengyi County." ”

After the catastrophe, there will be epidemics, and that is because we have not done a good job of hygiene and epidemic prevention.

Jiang Pengji acted in time, chose to bury those corpses, and sprinkled lime to reduce the possibility of the corpses suddenly soiling.

The camp is often cleaned, and the objects used by the wounded are also disinfected with mugwort leaf water, and God gives face, so there is no epidemic in Beijing. However, this is not the case in Fengyi County, according to the disaster relief department there, many corpses are strewn on the streets, rotting corpses are everywhere, wild cats and wild dogs gnaw on the corpses, and finally, not only the rivers are polluted, but even the people's domestic water is not clean.

In such a situation, it is still a hot summer, and it is difficult for the epidemic not to break out.

Jiang Pengji could only order everyone in the tribe to be careful, and pay attention to the food and water that they ate every day, and the mugwort leaf water and reed root water were not broken, and only on the premise of saving their own lives could they save more people.

Xu Ke frowned and added, "If you do this, Lang Jun has to remember to write documents to other counties, and the Fengyi county guard will also notify you." Otherwise, Lang Jun would have thousands of parts by his side, which would definitely cause them to suspect and panic. ”

Jiang Pengji is now only a county guard in Xiangyang County, not a county guard in Fengyi County, and theoretically can't run around outside her own territory.

Compared with these, Jean is more worried about the situation in Xiangyang County. Qi Guan let him join the discussion in a boring manner, and said with a solemn face, "Xiangyang County is also in the scope of the ground movement, and when the ground movement occurs, there is no one in charge in Xiangyang County, maybe it has already become a mess, and I don't know what the situation will be over there." If there is also a plague spreading, Lanting will have to be busy for a while. ”

Fortunately, Xiangyang County is vast and sparsely populated, and even if the people suffer heavy casualties, it will not be able to form a large-scale plague.

Qi Guanrang thought calmly, his pure black eyes with a chilling coldness.

"I have already sent a team to Xiangyang County to investigate the situation, and there will be news in two days. ”

Jiang Pengji naturally thought of these problems, and most of them had already made preparations.

To tell the truth, with such a worry-free future lord, Xu Ke and they feel quite relaxed, a god-like lord is better than a pig-like lord...... If the other party can change that stinky temper, it is estimated that it will be more perfect.

When Jiang Pengji took nearly 20,000 people to Xiangyang County, Wei Ci fell ill halfway through, with a high fever for two days, almost burning out his brain.

"Ahem, ahem—"

The delicate and perfect face quickly lost weight under the torture of the disease, but a beauty is a beauty, even if she is sick, she still has a distracting beauty, Wei Ci got up with difficulty, drank the bowl of swarthy medicinal juice, and almost vomited it without nausea.

"Well, I don't know what you're anxious about. Zhang Ping helplessly helped him lie down and asked the scholar to fetch some candied fruit, "Since that day, I always feel that you have buried things in your heart, and you have traveled day and night, and you have no regard for your body, and you have finally fallen ill, right?"

Wei Ci felt that his whole body was hot, and the high fever still did not subside, and he was confused even when he looked at people in front of him.

"Xiheng, mercy is nothing......"

Zhang Ping sighed, "It's okay, if the fever doesn't go away, this brain can be cooked on the table." ”

If it weren't for him and Wei Ci on the road together this time, who knows if this person would have fallen ill directly halfway and died in which wilderness?

He had never seen someone who didn't care so much about his body.

Wei Ci's body and bones are not very strong, and now he is still so nonsense, isn't this a death.

He was still having a high fever, and the breath he spit out was all hot and hot, Wei Ci didn't even dare to sleep now, and as soon as he fell asleep, he was extremely tired, and his condition not only did not improve, but worsened a little.

Now like this, Zhang Ping will not allow Wei Ci to continue to hurry, and the two of them and one servant simply stay at this homestay.

Day 2.

Zhang Ping heard that a monk from outside seemed to want to spend the night, but the farmer refused politely, and there was no room to spare.

"The old man took the liberty of asking, is there a young man surnamed Wei in the donor's mansion?"

Zhang Ping was about to decoct the medicine, when he heard the old monk outside ask the farmer with a smile, he suddenly tensed his nerves.

An old monk?

Looking for Weici?