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Zhu Cihong has been worried recently.

Recently, there have been cases of people dying of illness in Nanjing City, and one death is a family.

At first, Ying Tianfu Yin didn't care, but more and more people died, and he found that he couldn't hold it back, so he was in a hurry, and wrote a song to report to the Son of Heaven.

After reading the recital, Zhu Cihong's mood was extremely low.

According to the report, it is likely that there was an outbreak of plague in the city of Nanjing.

The plague was a terrible existence in the Ming Dynasty.

In the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, a great epidemic broke out in Beijing, and almost half of the people in the city died of illness.

Even the palace ladies and eunuchs in the Forbidden City died of a lot of illness, which made people panic.

Zhu Cihong came from later generations, so he naturally knew the horror of the plague.

Even in later generations with extremely high medical conditions, people who encounter the plague will seem a little panicked.

But that's not to say the plague is uncontrollable.

To control the spread of the plague, the most important thing is isolation.

Isolate sick and potential patients to prevent the spread of the plague in exponential multiples.

Zhu Cihong wrote down the key points of the prevention and control of the plague according to his impression, and asked Tianfu Yin to do so immediately.

At present, the epidemic is not in the outbreak stage, and as long as we make every effort to prevent and control it, it can still be controlled.

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Ying Tianfu Yin Tan Zhaolun paced back and forth in the study with his hands behind his back.

The song has already been handed over, but I don't know if the saint has seen it?

The stakes are very high, and Tan Zhaolun does not dare to be careless at all. You must know that there has not been a plague outbreak in Nanjing for a long time.

Tan Zhaolun is also counting on two years of prestige, and then promoted to be a six-department waiter. But if you are charged with a crime that is not good for the plague, it will be all over.

I'm not a fierce emperor today, and I can't rub sand in my eyes.

Whoever fails to do his job, or does not do anything, is not far from being dismissed.

"My lord, it's been approved!"

Tan Zhaolun was stunned when he suddenly heard his henchman shouting, and he sighed in his heart.

Yes? So fast?

Although the approval of the recital submitted by officials in Nanjing is much faster than that in other places, it is not as fast as this.

You must know that the recital must first be sent to the Department of Communications for sorting, and then handed over to the cabinet for reading. The cabinet gave a vote and sent it to the celebrant for approval. The particularly important Emperor will personally read and approve the opinions.

It takes two or three days to go through such a process. And it's just been more than a day since Tan Zhaolun went to play.

Tan Zhaolun didn't dare to slack off, walked over quickly and asked, "Where is Song Shu?" ”

The henchman presented the music with both hands, and Tan Zhaolun snatched it up and unfolded it to see.

He hurriedly swept over, and saw that there was no evaluation of him in the reply of Song Shu, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart.

When he looked closely, he saw that His Majesty had made several very specific demands on him.

One of them was to immediately send people to mark the area where the epidemic had occurred, and to isolate those infected with the disease, and no one should approach it.

Second, anyone who has recently had close contact with those infected with the epidemic will be quarantined and treated as patients.

Thirdly, the bodies of all those who die of illness shall be burned and buried deeply, and there shall be no mistake.

Fourth, all the people in Nanjing must wear face towels when they go out to prevent droplet infection.

Fifth, Tianfu must pay strict attention to this matter, and report the situation to the palace every day.

After reading these five requirements, Tan Zhaolun only felt that his head was as big as a fight.

Why was he so unlucky that he had a pandemic during his tenure.

These five requirements put forward by the Holy One seem simple, but it takes a lot of manpower and material resources to really do it.

It's hard!

But since the Holy Lord has made a request, you have to do it, and you can't just say to the emperor that I can't do it.

Tan Zhaolun gritted his teeth and ordered, "Go and invite Master Liao." ”

After that, Tan Zhaolun sat on the chair, picked up the teacup and poured it hard.

After a short time, Master Liao Yan hurried over.

He first bowed to Tan Zhaolun, and then asked, "What is Dong Weng worried about?" ”

Tan Zhaolun smiled bitterly, clicked on the song and said, "Let's take a look first." ”

Generally speaking, the officials approved by the Son of Heaven cannot be easily revealed. But Liao Yan is Tan Zhaolun's confidant, Tan Zhaolun is very relieved of him, and even the original manuscript submitted to the Son of Heaven was drafted by Liao Yan, so that he can see the approval without any problems.

Liao Yan took the song and unfolded it, and nodded after a long time.

"Dong Weng, it seems that Your Majesty is going to reuse Dong Weng."

Tan Zhaolun was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "Binzhi, when is this, you are still looking for happiness with this official." This epidemic is like a hot coal, everyone hides for fear of burning themselves, and the official wants to hide, but he can't avoid it. ”

This statement is true.

Tan Zhaolun, as the Yin of Yingtianfu, has a major epidemic in the territory under the jurisdiction of Yingtianfu, who will govern if he doesn't go to govern?

It is not so much that the Son of Heaven is reusing him, but that the burden of Qianjun is on his shoulders.

Although the Son of Heaven did not say it explicitly, Tan Zhaolun knew that if he did not do this errand well, he would definitely be severely punished.

Tan Zhaolun felt as if a sharp sword was hanging over his head, and it might fall down at any time.

It was a terrible feeling.

Dong Weng's words are wrong. Although the epidemic is terrible, it is not impossible to prevent. If Dong Weng handles this matter well, he will win the favor of the Son of Heaven. Didn't Dong Weng always want to be Jane in the emperor's heart? Here's your chance. His Majesty has already made the key points of prevention and control clear in the reply to the song, and Dong Weng only needs to do it. ”

Tan Zhaolun sighed and said: "Jian is good in the emperor's heart, but if he takes the future, it will be too much of a loss." Your Majesty has listed all the key points of prevention and control, but it may not be effective. If the official follows His Majesty's method to treat the epidemic but the effect is not good, can it be said that it is His Majesty's problem? If you want to carry the black pot, it must be the official who will carry it. ”

Liao Yan said lightly: "Dong Weng doesn't seem to have much confidence in His Majesty's method of curing the epidemic. ”

Tan Zhaolun shook his head and said, "There are no outsiders here, and this official said something disrespectful." Although His Majesty is a nobleman, his status is extremely noble. But after all, he was born in the deep palace and grew up in the hands of women. How could he possibly know how to deal with the disease? Even if these are the advice of the courtiers to him, they may not be effective. In short, the official has fallen into the quagmire, and it is impossible to escape. ”

Seeing that Tan Zhaolun was in such a depressed mood, Liao Yan stepped forward and comforted: "Dong Weng doesn't need to be so worried, in a certain humble opinion, Your Majesty's method of curing the epidemic is very right." ”

"Binzhi, do you still know how to cure the epidemic?"

"It's not a secret, before the contemptible people took refuge in Dong Weng, they used to be sitting in the hall."

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"But you never mentioned it to me."

Tan Zhaolun looked helpless.

"Adults have never asked."

Liao Yan brought it over with just one sentence.

Tan Zhaolun waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about this, you said that Your Majesty's method of preventing and controlling the epidemic really works, isn't it comforting me?" ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, I don't dare to say that I am nine out of ten, but I am always sure that there is fifty or sixty percent."

Tan Zhaolun heard that most of the breath he had just mentioned was released.

It's only fifty or sixty percent.

However, five or six percent is better than one percent at all.

So far, I can only choose to do as I am told.

If this errand is done well, he will be a capable minister in His Majesty's heart, and his future will be bright.

If this errand is failed, he will be a scapegoat thrown by His Majesty, and there is no hope of promotion from now on.

Tan Zhaolun had never faced such a situation, and he only felt that the whole person was like a tight bowstring.

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