It turned out that at this time, the plague was called pimple plague, Zhiwen said secretly, but it was also an image, and the place with lymph was indeed full of pimples.

"How did you deal with it?" Doctor Sun suddenly became excited, and grabbed Zhiwen's arm tightly with both hands.

"Sprinkle lime." Zhiwen patted Dr. Sun and motioned for him to let go, "However, five or six days ago, the lime ran out, so we looked for you and eight thousand everywhere." ”

Unexpectedly, Dr. Sun not only did not let go, but grabbed Zhiwen and shook it again, "The lime is gone?" So how do you deal with it? ”

"Well, it's burning, there's a fire the night I found you." Zhiwen was a little weak-hearted, and he didn't know if this Confucian doctor would accept his approach.

"Oh? Burn well, burn well! Doctor Sun let out a long sigh and finally let go of his hands.

"Uncle Sun, what kind of disease is this? Isn't it amazing? Zhiwen also breathed a sigh of relief, he was not a person who didn't know how to be flexible, but he still had to pretend that he didn't understand.

"Didn't you hear me, pimple plague?" Doctor Sun's face was very solemn, "If you get a few moments and die immediately, do you say it's powerful?" ”

"Uncle Sun, you ...... Can you say that...... Something simpler? Zhiwen understood the meaning of what he said just now, but he still wanted to correct Dr. Sun's problem, and he spoke classical Chinese at every turn, which was very stressful.

"It's just that I have this disease and die quickly!" When Doctor Sun heard this, he said angrily.

"What about you...... Can it be cured? Uncle Sun. Zhiwen was lucky in his heart, what if there was any home remedy to cure it?

"I can't." Dr. Sun shook his head, "It's all up to you." What we can do is to sprinkle more lime when the corpse is buried to isolate the epidemic. ”

"Xiaozhi, why are you so bold?" Doctor Sun calmed down and asked Zhiwen with a smile.

"You said that they all have epidemic gas on their bodies, and since there is no lime sprinkled, then I will burn it and there will be no more." It's a confusing question.

"Don't worry, Uncle Sun." Zhiwen smiled and whispered, "No one else saw it, but we walked a long way to light the fire, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to find you and Baqian." ”

At this time, Dr. Sun solemnly bowed to Zhiwen, "I thank you for this refugee, Xiao Zhi." ”

Zhiwen hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, "Uncle Sun, you are going to break my life." ”

"Without your fire, I don't know how many more people will die," Uncle Sun still said seriously, "You, you, deserve my worship." ”

"Uncle Sun, since this pimple plague is so powerful, why don't you and Baqian join us, there are many people and great power." Zhiwen diverted from the conversation and went around to his purpose, "If you want to treat people, we won't stop you, right?" ”

"Besides, we can find food, we can dig pits, you and 8,000 people can treat diseases and save people and prevent epidemics, how good."

Doctor Sun still maintained the posture of standing after worshipping Xiao Zhi just now, and after Zhiwen's words were finished for a long time, he sighed.

That's it, in the face of this unprecedented catastrophe, that little face, if it's gone, it's gone, let Xiaozhi and them raise it, so that they can better treat the disease and save people, better control the epidemic, and kill a few fewer people, which is better than anything else.

Thinking of this, Dr. Sun made a gesture to bow again, but Zhiwen was frightened, "Uncle Sun, if you do this again, I will run away." ”

Doctor Sun had no choice but to give up, explaining: "Xiaozhi, when we met in Pingshui before, I only told you one surname, and now since we want to partner up, it would be rude not to tell you your full name." ”

After that, he said solemnly: "Sun Songling, a rural doctor, prolongs his life." ”

Even the name and surname plus the table word told Zhiwen, which is a very formal introduction of himself and the meaning of closeness.

"Well, I'll call you Uncle Sun." Zhiwen said.

Obediently, this name is very lofty when you hear it, and there are table words.

"This is a dog," Uncle Sun pulled eight thousand over, "Sun Dachun, the word eight thousand." ”

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem! As soon as he heard the three magical words "Sun Dachun", Zhiwen coughed repeatedly, but fortunately he didn't drink water, otherwise he wouldn't have choked to death.

What the? There is also a table word, "eight thousand" is a table word? Zhiwen always thought it was a nickname.

Uncle Sun, is this your own son? His name is so lofty, how can he give his son such a funny name and character?

This is the lack of knowledge of history.

In the "Zhuangzi", there is a saying that "in ancient times, there was a big chun, with 8,000 years old as spring, and 8,000 years old as autumn", which expressed the will of longevity, so there were many people named after Tsubaki at this time, and the table word was called "eight thousand", which also conformed to the rules of taking words.

Doctor Sun knew that Zhiwen and their culture was not high, although it was a little strange that Zhiwen reacted too much, but he didn't blame him, but secretly thought to himself, he would have to teach Zhiwen and them well when he had the opportunity in the future.

"I'm sorry, I'm choking on saliva." Zhiwen was also quite embarrassed, "Big ......, forget it, I'll call you eight thousand." "As for Da Chun (Zhiwen hasn't figured out that it's actually Da Chun), whoever likes to call it is called.

After speaking, his face turned full, "My surname is Zheng, Zheng Zhiwen, there are no words, you can call me Zhiwen and Xiaozhi." ”

He pulled Xiao Jie over and said, "Song Caijie, Xiao Jie, we belong to his name here." ”

"As for the others," Zhiwen said, "There are no big names, only small names, you should know them all, I won't introduce them one by one." ”

"Yo, you have two names," Dazhu said to Yachien stupidly, he thought Yachi's name was quite similar to his, "I'm only one, so what about calling you Dachun or Yachi?" ”

"Whatever, whatever you want to call it." Yachiya responded with a smile.

"Then I'll call you Tsubaki." Da Zhu may have felt that Da Chun also had a big character and shouted cordial.

"There are already two people with big names, so I'll call you eight thousand." Xiao Jie said.

This stupid boy, Zhiwen sighed in his heart, watching Baqian happily agree to Dazhu and Xiaojie to call him.

"That's right, Xiaozhi." Since Dr. Sun decided to partner up, and the two sides exchanged names again, the atmosphere became more harmonious, and Dr. Sun also asked his previous doubts:

"I see that you all have to wash your hands before eating and after changing, is there anything special about it?"

Not only Zhiwen and they have to wash their hands, but even his two fathers and sons have to wash their hands in the past two days, the one called Nannan, even brought a basin of water to you, are you embarrassed not to wash it.

Maybe it's close to the river, there is still some water in a well under these two big trees, although it is not much, but it is no problem to meet the washing of these dozen people.

Zhiwen is helpless, this Uncle Sun, it seems that he can't change his problem with speaking for a while, but fortunately he knows what it means to change clothes.

"I think we carried the dead man, and our hands were more or less stained with epidemic gas, and if we ate without washing our hands, I felt uncomfortable, and I was afraid that we would eat the epidemic gas into our stomachs." Zhiwen replaced the bacteria and viruses with epidemic gas to explain, I think Uncle Sun can understand it.

"After pulling the ......, uh, wash your hands after changing clothes, because I don't think the feces are very clean, and I feel comfortable washing my hands."