Chapter Ninety-Six: The Rain Stops

No matter how anxious Zhu Houhuang was, the heavy rain was still falling at his own pace, and countless raindrops seemed to be in a hurry to reincarnate and fell on the ground.

It's been three days.

Zhu Houhuang barely slept, and the continuous heavy rain drenched Zhu Houhuang's whole person, and it was cold from his heart to his body. He inspected the houses almost every day and night, but all he could do was find out whose houses really couldn't hold up, and let them move to the warehouse, or the mansion where Zhu Houhuang lived.

Outside Zhu Houhuang's room, dozens of big red boxes were thrown in the rain, washed over and over again by the torrential rain. And the courtyard was already full of people, but no one dared to enter Zhu Houhuang's bedroom, not that Zhu Houhuang didn't let them in, but that he didn't dare to stand in Zhu Houhuang's sleeping place and didn't dare to go in.

But no matter how hard Zhu Houhuang tries, he has to face bad news one after another. Another house collapsed, or someone was stoned to death, or no person was stoned. And everywhere is full. I can't squeeze anyone anymore. Even outside Dayuan, because the torrential rain has become a small stream, isolating Dayuan from Dayuan to the east, Zhu Houhuang doesn't even know what happened to those settlements opposite.

There was food, but there was no firewood, and it was almost impossible to eat hot food. Water is everywhere, but Zhu Houhuang knows that this water can't be drunk, but he can't stop the people from drinking it, because without firewood, it is impossible to boil hot water.

Someone is already sick.

Tang Yin was highly concerned about this, he was afraid that it would be a plague.

How terrible the plague is. The damage caused by the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the Eastern Han Dynasty was even worse than a plague. If there is an outbreak of plague in this way, I dare not say how many people will die. Zhu Houhuang's Yongguo was delayed for at least two years. Because where the plague broke out, even those who didn't want to die would not dare to go rashly.

Even the cloth and tung oil were not much, and some of the collapsed houses were taken to burn, not to mention the dry wood, and even if it was wet, there was not much to be found.

Zhu Houhuang was anxious in his heart, he couldn't bear it anymore, he was ordinary, knelt down in the rain, and said: "The sky is above, Zhu Houhuang, the king of Chenyong, ask the heavens to be merciful and let the heavy rain stop." "His face was covered with water, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears.

Sometimes I don't understand, I don't know, the suffering of ancient times, now three days of heavy rain is a thing, it is not a thing at all, but in ancient times, it is the beginning of a disaster, if it goes on like this, the whole person does not know how many people will die. In just a few days, Zhu Houhuang saw several people he was usually familiar with, dying.

Some of them died of illness, some of them were killed by the collapse of houses, and so on, except for the battlefield, Zhu Houhuang also saw the most dead people during this period of time. Even this death is more frightening than death on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, that is, all of a sudden, you will die, but now it is a continuous torture, and you don't know when the god of death will come to you. It seems that the real-life version of the Grim Reaper is coming. There is still a large-scale plague happening, but there are already signs, if it continues like this, the plague will break out, and everything Zhu Houhuang has worked hard will be over.

Even he still has a deep self-reproach in his heart, if it were not for his encouragement, these people would not have ventured to come to Dongyong and Taiwan, and they would not have encountered such a thing.

Zhu Houhuang knelt in the rain, suddenly felt that his head was empty, raised his head again, and saw that the rain that had been stretching was actually broken.

The rain stopped.

I don't know who started, a cheer, Yongwang Chitose. Yongwang Chitose.

The sound overwhelmed the coldness between heaven and earth and reverberated in the air.

Zhu Houhuang was also stunned for a while, as a successor of Marxism, he has always been an atheist, of course, as a Chinese, the habit of burning incense in the temple is also reserved, but he really does not believe that there are any gods between heaven and earth. Even if it was something he crossed over, he blamed it on some unknown physical phenomenon, but today's events made him shake very much.

He secretly said in his heart: "It should be three consecutive days of heavy rain, it has been enough, it should be stopped." But even if he explained it to himself, deep down in his heart, there was still a trace of entanglement: "Could it be that in the dark, there are really some ghosts and gods, let him return to this era, what to do?" ”

However, the rain stopped, but the dark clouds did not disperse, and even some light rain fell from time to time, but these light rains were not the same as the previous heavy rains.

The first thing Tang Yin reported to Zhu Houhuang made Zhu Houhuang's good mood suddenly fall away. "Your Highness, people with symptoms of typhoid fever have already fallen ill more than a dozen people at the moment, what should I do?"

Zhu Houhuang only felt that his head was buzzing, and he was dizzy all of a sudden, and he didn't know what to do. Typhoid fever, translated as enteric fever in the late Qing Dynasty, is also known as damp-temperature typhoid fever, enteric typhoid fever, and typhoid fever. And so on, but there have been studies on typhoid fever since ancient China, the most famous is Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases". Zhu Houhuang still remembers Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases - Preface", which wrote, "The Yu clan is very numerous, and there are two hundred to Yu." Since the beginning of the Jian'an era, there have been two thirds of the deaths, and seven out of ten have typhoid fever. Feeling the loss of the past, the wounded and dying can not be saved, it is diligent to seek ancient teachings, learn from all sides, and choose "Su Wen", "Nine Volumes", "Eighty-one Difficulties", "Yin and Yang Treatise", "Placental Medicine Record", and "Flat Pulse Differentiation", for the "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" in 16 volumes, although it has not been able to cure all diseases, you can see the source of the disease, if you can find the rest of the collection, think about it more than half. ”

It is only said that in Zhang Zhongjing's family, two-thirds of the people who died in typhoid fever can be seen, which shows the severity of the typhoid fever outbreak. And he knows some epidemic prevention measures, but how to do it, now the whole staff is soaked in it, firewood is even more scarce, and the usual hot water is also the ultimate enjoyment at this moment. What else can you think?

Tang Yin was also a little ridiculous, and Zhu Houhuang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he looked at Tang Yin. Tang Yin is really not the Wang Zuozhicai he wants.

But it can't be said that Tang Yin can't do it, as a person who has never been in contact with government affairs in the first half of his life, Tang Yin has done well enough, but in the face of typhoid fever, he was a little helpless for a while.

Zhu Houhuang gritted his teeth and circled twice, and said: "All those who are sick, together with Lang Zhong, will go to Taiwan City." ”

Taiwan City, is Zhu Houhuang built a small city on a sandbank, but there are not many people now, without him, Tang Yin will be the main force of development and expansion on the side of the big man, and where in Taiwan if there is not the important task of producing salt, there are not many people at all, although the method of drying salt now, has not been fully summarized, but this sea salt is enough to be used in Dongyong and Penghu, and even a little sold to Vietnam, Japan and other places. It can also be regarded as a little more specialty of Dongyong.

The only thing Zhu Houhuang can do now is the measure of isolation.

Tang Yin also came back to his senses and said, "Yes, the minister will do it." ”

Wu Xingzhi felt in a hurry, and said breathlessly: "Your Highness, Your Highness is not good, the water of the Yonghe River is soaring." I'm afraid I'm going to rush over. ”

"What?" Zhu Houhuang was shocked. Don't say anything, follow Wu Xingzhi to where to go to Yonghe. Before I arrived at the place where the Yonghe River was located in the past, I saw a vast ocean, mighty.

Zhu Houhuang looked at it and knew that he didn't know how many crops had been submerged under the river.

Because of the topography of Dongyong, the rivers above Dongyong are relatively short, and after heavy rain, it is easy to flood because of mountain floods. It's just that Zhu Houhuang didn't come so quickly.

This Yonghe River was called by the name in later generations, but Zhu Houhuang did not know. When Zhu Houhuang named him, he still thought about it between Yongxi and Yonghe, and finally chose Yonghe, but Zhu Houhuang never thought that the Yonghe River would be flooded, and it would be like this.

For a while, he had no choice but to give up hundreds of acres of fields by the river. Zhu Houhuang still has to pray, fortunately, when he chose a site for the big man, he deliberately found a high place, otherwise at this moment, the big city would have been full of fish and turtles.