Chapter 32 is a piece of cake

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, Wangcai hurriedly took a step back and stayed away from Lu Wen.

The disgusted eyes made Lu Wen a little embarrassed, he considered it, and said lightly: "In the next Chinese New Year's Eve, there are two, in the prime of life, rarely get sick, a few days ago did have a cold and runny nose for two days, but there is no fever, cough symptoms, should not be infected." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he circled around Lu Wen excitedly, his eyes were like looking at a mascot, "Brother Lu, you are a treasure." ”

Lu Wen was about to move the hairs all over his body when he was seen by Zhang Yang, and he was uncomfortable, and asked puzzledly: "Childe, what do you mean?" ”

Zhang Yang walked over, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and said, "Brother Lu, it's the kind I just said, innate immunity is stronger than others, the virus entered your body, and it was directly dried down by the normal cells in your body. A virus that is deadly to others is a piece of cake for you. ”

"In short," he gave Lu Wen a thumbs up, "Brother Lu, your body is so powerful. ”

Wangcai on the side blinked, very puzzled by his master's actions. Since the spread of the plague, the second little grandfather has been like a cleanliness addict, and he is a foot away from the entourage around him, not to mention strangers, who are always on guard. At this moment, how can you be so intimate with Lu Wen.

Listening to the master's tone, this Lu Wen is like a chosen son, and the epidemic is not his opponent. Could it be that what is the master's intention for Lu Wen?

Indeed, now Zhang Yang has a big plan in his mind. The question is how to convert it into silver.

Although Lu Wen couldn't understand the words in Zhang Yang's mouth, he could feel that Zhang Yang's mind was beating his idea.

He smiled bitterly and said: "Childe, don't make fun of me, if I am powerful, I will not watch my children die one after another." The medicine has arrived, he arched his hand, and said: "Son, the little girl is sick at night, since there is medicine in her hand, when she goes back to the house to give her a try, let me say goodbye first." "I'm leaving.

Zhang Yang didn't stop him, handed a look to Wangcai, and advised: "Wangcai, you give the rest of the mask to Brother Lu and send it to the house." I didn't say the last half of the sentence, and by the way, I pulled back all the gauze in the warehouse.

Wangcai is a discerning person, understands the meaning of the master in seconds, and follows Lu Wen back to the house.

Soon back, empty-handed.

If you can't make Zhang Yang angry, you can't do this thing?

Without waiting for him to speak, Wangcai took the initiative to say: "Second little grandfather, there are too many gauze, hundreds of horses, the warehouse of the camp can't be put down at all, the small one told the steward over there to put it in Boss Lu's warehouse, and when you need it, just send someone to pull it." ”

Hundreds of pieces of gauze are thousands of dollars, and Lu Wen is really bold in his shot.

Zhang Yang was stunned, "Then what is the origin of Lu Wen?" ”

"Second little grandfather, have you heard of the Lu family in Zhejiang Mansion?"

The Lu family has been in business for generations, and the industry is all over the south of the Yangtze River. It is rumored that the scissors used by the lady in the Lu Mansion are made of gold.

"I've heard of it."

"Lu Wen is the third son of the Lu family, last month he brought his family to the capital to open up a new business, and soon after settling down, he encountered an epidemic, and a dozen people in a large family are now left with him and a little daughter. When I went, I happened to meet someone from the Jingxi Defense Battalion who wanted to take my little daughter to the relocation center in the northern suburbs, but I stopped me. ”

Zhang Yang squinted his eyes and glanced at him coldly, dog, are you okay, selling favors outside under the banner of the master?

Wangcai looked left and right, there were no outsiders, and he took out a bag of bulging things and presented it to Zhang Yang, "Boss Lu said that if there is anything to command the adults in the future, as long as he gives an order, he Lu Wen will do it as a cow and a horse." ”

Zhang Yang opened the bag with his fingers and glanced inside, boom, the golden light was shining, and it was a gold ingot of real value.

Jiangnan Lufu is really rich.

Zhang Yang's heart was filled with a sour feeling, I don't know when I can have the strength of Lu Wen.

"By the way, Second Little Master, are you still making masks?" Wangcai no one found someone to drag the gauze back in a car, and he still had some careful thoughts. The gauze was dragged to the camp and became a public thing. The gauze was dragged to the British Mansion, and the Praetorian Guards were interrogated halfway, so many goods, it was difficult to explain.

"Done." There was no hesitation in the flamboyant tone.

Wangcai pouted, "I can't sell it." ”

Zhang Yang glanced at him meaningfully, and said mysteriously: "Who said you can't sell it?" ”

Wangcai's right hand slashed at his neck, indicating that reselling epidemic prevention materials was a big crime of beheading.

Zhang Yang didn't explain, and ordered: "Call Wu Yong over." ”

Wu Yong was on the front line in charge of patient screening and was very busy. When I got the news, I thought something was a big deal, and I hurried back.

"My lord, what do you command?"

"I'm going to present a document to Lord Wei Zhenfu. I dictate it, you write it. "In normal times, the paperwork submitted to the superiors is undertaken by the deputy commander Wu Yong. Zhang Yang needed him to translate his words into the official dialect of Wen Crepe.

When Wu Yong heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh for a while, and sighed secretly in his heart, this commander is really an unsuccessful son, at the moment of the plague, it is okay to work for him on the front line, he is still busy submitting documents to ask for credit.

Writing and writing, Wu Yong found that he had misunderstood Zhang Yang.

In addition to eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling on weekdays, Zhang Yang, who does not have a little ink in his stomach, really has a lot of insights into the prevention and control of epidemics.

Everyone wears a mask to prevent the spread of the plague.

Establish strict contact and disinfection procedures.

Eliminate patients and isolate them according to their condition.

People with mild symptoms are concentrated in large buildings, such as temples, and are cared for by their loved ones.

One by one, there is reason and evidence.

Halfway through writing, Wu Yong couldn't believe his ears and looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously: "My lord, do you have medicine to treat the epidemic?" ”

Zhang Yang was displeased, "Have you listened to me carefully?" ”

"Adults, small ones don't dare to be distracted."

"Repeat what I just said."

"Adults say that there are drugs to make the patient's condition easier." In Wu Yong's concept, if the condition is reduced, isn't it the illness that is cured?

Not only did he think so, the document was submitted, and soon the envoy of the Tai Hospital summoned Zhang Yang.

It was a white-haired, thin old man, with a pair of sharp eyes like eagles, swirling around Zhang Yang's body.

"I heard that the conductor just visited Wang Xianming of the Huiren Pavilion as a teacher last month?" Wang Xianming is Wang Langzhong. Imperial Physician Yang had already inquired carefully about the details of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang saluted and replied honestly: "Exactly, the young general is now a closed disciple of Wang Langzhong." ”

"Then the medicine in your hand is Wang Xianming's prescription? He had a prescription to cure the disease, so why didn't he present it himself, but instead pretended to be an apprentice. Could it be that he is afraid that Fang Zi will not be effective, and he is afraid of taking responsibility? Speaking of this, a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of Imperial Physician Yang's mouth.