"Father, is there anything else you want to say?" Isabel stood with her hands behind her back as Baron Walton sat on the throne.

Baron Walton was pleased with the measures his daughter had just mentioned, but he had in mind the outbreak of the plague that had broken out in Bristol, a medieval commercial port town south and south-west of Nottinghamshire, last year, in 1543. According to later records, there were eight years in England throughout the 16th century when the plague broke out.

The baron's mood inadvertently became a little heavy, and he stared at the daughter of the noble lady, who had become the richest in the entire northern region, and said softly, "My daughter, maybe you don't know that there was a plague in some counties and regions of the kingdom last year. Therefore, I do not want the subjects in our family realm to be punished, a kind of God's punishment for the guilty (the plague). ”

How to cure the plague, or disease, was the last thing Isabel Walton had to face in this era. Her major was not a naval medical course, and the drugs, treatments, or medical devices she knew were emerging as human medicine advanced. Therefore, she can only come up with measures that are in keeping with the current age, ideas, and religions, according to the degree of development of human medicine in the sixteenth century.

No one spoke in the hall, so quiet that you could hear a pin falling on the floor. Isabel pondered for a long time, then glanced up at Baron and Mrs. Walton, who looked solemn, "Father, Mother, I confess that God punished people in the secular world with a plague because of their sin. Saving the sinful soul, then, is obviously more important than saving the body. ”

"Well, but, I want you to tell me what else you think." Baron Walton nodded.

"Father, Mother, my idea is that saving the body is just as important as saving the soul. While we confess and pray to God to purify our hearts and keep our souls from sin, we also clean up and clean all people's houses and roads in our territory. ”

Mrs. Walton's mind flashed a trace of her own daughter Rosalind dying of the plague, and then looked closely at the lively "Rosalind" standing in front of her, and nodded heavily, "My daughter, how do you plan to keep sin away from our souls and bodies?" ”

"I'm sorry, Mother." Isabel finished speaking and looked at her two personal maids standing on her left, "Dorothy, bring me a glass of wine." ”

When Dorothy, who comes from a farming family in the village registry, brings her a glass of wine, her instincts tell her that the valet seems to have something to say to herself. Looking at the light flickering in the other party's blue pupils, he smiled lightly, "Dorothy, whatever you want to tell me, I still have to wait." ”

Later, Isabel drank some wine and looked at her parents squarely, "Father, mother, first of all, we can build a hall in the territory dedicated to isolation and warding off the plague. The village officials of each village in the territory then assigned some farmers to supervise the quarantine hall, and forbade those infected with the plague to go out. If these people return to their families without permission, they will be whipped. ”

"What if these farmers don't do their duty to supervise those infected with the plague?" It was evident that Baron Walton was interested in his daughter's novel ideas.

"The supervisor is paid four pence a day for the duration of his supervisory duties, and this cost is borne by me. So, I don't think the subjects in the realm will refuse such benefits. Isabel smiled softly and took another sip of wine.

Mrs. Walton nodded, "Daughter, is there any way to drive away the plague other than quarantine?" ”

"Yes, Mother. The second was quarantine, which was to inspect every southerner who came to his father's domain for plague. For some people from the plague area, they should be absolutely forbidden to enter the territory area. This is true even for nobles, knights, gentlemen, or jomen infected with the plague. This duty is carried out by two armed attendants responsible for the security of the territory. ”

"No one from a family of nobles, knights, and gentlemen can enter the realm either?" Baron Walton felt a little incredulous.

In order to save the noble face of her parents, Isabel had to adopt a compromise method and said in a different tone: "Father, if you think that this will affect your reputation, you can let the people infected with the plague change their clothes outside the territory or use smoke to disperse the dirty air around their bodies. ”

Baron Walton felt that this method could be implemented, and the expression on his face became a little more relaxed, and he said with a smile, "Daughter, I think with these two methods, I can probably stay away from the plague." ”

Isabel shook her head, her expression still serious, "Father, it's not enough to do this. I think it is also necessary to clean up the villages and the families of each farmer in the territory. This duty can be performed by the village officer, who conducts inspections every Monday. Farmers who do not clean up effectively should be punished. 2 pence for not sweeping for one week, 4 pence for two weeks, and 8 pence for three weeks. ”

"Finally, when there is still a plague in the territory, I will pay for the hiring of a doctor to treat the sick, hire the poor to look after the sick, or build a hall for the treatment of the plague."

Isabel described almost everything she could think of, and the exact process required further detailed discussions with the village officials of several villages in her father's domain. Now, with the help of her parents, she feels that she is really about to become a veritable philanthropist.

Towards the end of the family meeting, Isabel called Dorothy, the maid who had something to say, into front of her, "Dorothy, now you can tell me what you want to say." ”

Because the lord and the lord's wife had not yet left the hall, Dorothy looked a little nervous and whispered, "Miss, may I tell you first?" I was afraid that I would be reprimanded by the lord and his wife for what I said. ”

Before dinner began, Isabel took Anne and Dorothy to the small school yard at the back of the manor. Carrying a military leather quiver, holding his custom-made longbow and a heavy arrow with extremely penetrating and lethal power, he stood on the beam with a smile, and said to the maid on the side, "Dorothy, can you talk about it now?" ”

At this time, the tone and expression of the personal maid became natural, and she recalled and whispered, "Yes, Miss." I remember a very strange thing that happened to me when I was in the countryside. ”

"Whoosh!" When the heavy arrow stabbed the target, Isabel casually asked, "What's weird?" ”

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