"Artemisia water!"

The people in the entire epidemic area love and hate it.

If you want to retain the medicinal effect, you must decoction water to drink, artemisia itself has a taste, not to mention that Artemisia is even more bitter.

However, the bitter bitter artemisia water is a cure for malaria, even if the taste is bitter and strange, you can only grit your teeth and drink it.

"Gross!"

Fan Chunli had just picked up the bitter artemisia water and tasted it, which immediately caused a strong nausea.

Fan Zheng couldn't help but be helpless, even if the sucrose had been put in, the taste of bitter artemisia water was still unbearable.

"Father forbears first, this medicine is the only cure for malaria!" Fan Zheng comforted.

Hearing this, Fan Chunli forcibly endured vomiting and swallowed the bitter artemisia water.

After serving Fan Chunli's medicine, the Yuncheng County Order had already come urgently.

"Fan Taicheng, the lower officials have an emergency, and they ask to see Fan Xianggong, but I don't know ............ Fan Xianggong." Yuncheng County Ling said urgently.

Fan Zheng frowned, shook his head and said, "My father is still sick, I'm afraid he can't handle official business!" ”

"It doesn't matter! The official can still support it. Fan Chunli struggled to his feet, wanting to continue his official business.

Fan Zheng forcibly pressed Fan Chunli on the bed, and said lightly: "Father, don't forget, now Yuncheng has been taken over by the doctor, and during the control of the doctor, the son can call the shots for all emergencies." ”

According to the imperial court's method of curing the plague, the doctor now has the greatest decision-making power, and he handles official affairs on behalf of his father, which is not considered to be overstepping.

"Rebel!" Fan Chunli was forcibly seized power by Fan Zheng, and immediately reprimanded angrily.

Fan Zheng didn't pay attention to Fan Chunli's roar, but directly asked people to serve Fan Chunli well, don't let him move.

Walking out of the back office, the Yuncheng County Commander said helplessly: "Fan Taicheng's medical skills are superb, saving my Yuncheng County from fire and water, and the next official will be the grace of the people of Yuncheng to live." It's just that this matter is about the victims, and the officials really can't talk about it. ”

"Come." Fan Zheng waved his hand and said, it is his father Fan Chunli who is responsible for disaster relief, if there is chaos among the victims, although Fan Chunli is infected with malaria, he will still be unable to escape responsibility, not to mention that now the doctor is responsible for taking over Yuncheng.

Whether it is for his father or for the sake of the people, he cannot ignore it.

"Yuncheng is already short of food, and if this continues, I am afraid that the victims will have no more food." Yuncheng County Ling smiled bitterly.

Although Fan Zheng's medical skills are amazing, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and she cannot solve the food problems of the victims at all.

Fan Zheng was puzzled: "How is it possible, if it weren't for the grain merchants who had already transported a large amount of affordable grain, the grain in Yuncheng was enough to resettle the victims." ”

Yuncheng County Ling said helplessly: "Grain merchants did bring a large amount of affordable grain, but these days, there is an epidemic in Yuncheng, and the food from outside cannot be transported in at all, and it is not replenished. ”

"Suddenly there are a lot of victims?" Fan Zheng was puzzled, now that the Yellow River flood has flowed to Liangshanbo, there is no expansion of the area, and Yuncheng has been closed because of the epidemic, so there are no more victims, how can there be so many more victims.

The Yuncheng County Commander was a little embarrassed and said: "Fan Taicheng will know it at a glance. ”

"Lead the way!"

At that moment, Fan Zheng got up and walked towards the place where the victims were settled.

"I've seen Fan Taicheng, I've seen Lord County!"

Seeing that the county order brought Fan Taicheng over, Song Jiang, who was in charge of putting porridge, hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Now that Fan Zheng has found a cure for malaria, Yuncheng's control of entry and exit has been slightly relaxed, and Song Jiang has turned to be responsible for putting porridge.

"Song Jiang, what is the situation in the disaster area now?" The Yuncheng County Commander shouted.

"Yuncheng, Song Jiang!"

Fan Zheng's eyes stared, Huo Ran saw Song Jiang who had seen him, but he didn't expect that he was the famous Song Jiang of Timely Rain in later generations.

Song Jiang smiled bitterly: "Lord Qiyu County, the number of victims today has only increased a lot. ”

"It's just a lot!"

Fan Zheng frowned, and immediately looked at the victims, but found that it was indeed a group of raged victims, and he couldn't see anything unusual at all.

Seeing this, Song Jiang immediately explained: "Fan Taicheng doesn't know, this time the flood was notified in advance, and many people have been prepared, so there is not much difference in clothing. However, one or two can be seen from the face. ”

Fan Zheng looked sideways at this time, and only then did he find that many of the victims had ruddy faces, which was obviously not malnourished.

"What is this?" Fan Zhengda was puzzled.

Song Jiang said helplessly: "This is the local people of Yuncheng? ”

"Don't they have a home? And not affected? Fan Zheng frowned.

Song Jiang sighed helplessly.

Fan Zheng suddenly understood that greed for small and cheap is a weakness shared by ordinary people.

Song Jiang lifted the lid of the porridge and pointed to the steaming porridge pot and said: "The imperial court has a clear order on disaster relief porridge, chopsticks float up, heads fall to the ground, and although the people of Yuncheng have not been affected by the disaster, most of them are not rich, and if you eat a bite of disaster relief food, you can save a bite for your family." ”

Fan Zheng understood the cause of the incident, and immediately understood what was going on, and immediately got up and said loudly: "Fellow fathers and fellow villagers of Yuncheng, here is the evil doctor Fan Zheng, please listen to me!" ”

In order to convince the people, Fan Zheng directly revealed the nickname of his evil doctor Fan Zheng.

"Evil Doctor Fan Zheng!"

The people raised their heads one after another, and the reputation of the evil doctor Fan Zheng was already very loud among the people, and the evil doctor Fan Zheng had just found a cure for malaria and rescued the people of Yuncheng from fire and water, and his reputation was even more prosperous among the people.

Fan Zheng continued: "Now that because of the epidemic in Yuncheng, the victims are short of food, please all the local people in Yuncheng do not want to eat relief porridge anymore, Fan is here to thank you!" ”

Among the victims, many local people fell into shame.

"Have you ever heard what Fan Taicheng said, the people of Yuncheng left quickly, if you let the official verify it, you will definitely be severely punished." The Yuncheng County Commander immediately shouted loudly.

Song Jiang took the opportunity to say: "Fan Taicheng is a miracle doctor who heals the plague, so that the people of Yuncheng can survive, you don't have to live up to Fan Taicheng's expectations." ”

With the singing and harmony of Yuncheng County Ling and Song Jiang, some Yuncheng people left the team with ashamed faces.

Seeing someone leave, Fan Zheng was also relieved.

However, Song Jiang shook his head and said: "Fan Taicheng should be happy too early, I am afraid that only a small part of the people of Yuncheng took the initiative to leave, and now the food in Yuncheng is still not enough to support it for too long." ”

Fan Zheng thought for a while and said, "Then immediately go to the field to transfer food!" ”

The county commander of Yuncheng said bitterly: "The county commander does not know, Yuncheng is now the remnants of the plague, and many businessmen avoid Yuncheng, and because of the flood, the surrounding grain has already been passively used, even if you want to transport grain, in a short time, I am afraid it will be difficult to do it." ”

"The only way now is to distinguish between the locals of Yuncheng and the victims!" Fan Zheng said solemnly.

Yuncheng County Ling and Song Jiang nodded solemnly, but the two knew that they couldn't tell the difference at all, the victims were also near Yuncheng, their accents were very similar, and there were no portraits or anything like that, as long as he bit himself to death, he was a disaster victim, could they still not help the disaster?

"I heard that Fan Taicheng has always had an urgent prescription, and asked for a good prescription to let Yuncheng tide over this difficulty." Yuncheng County Ling complimented, now all his hopes are pinned on Fan Zheng's evil side.

Fan Zheng thought for a while and said: "According to the concept of doctors, as long as the source of the disease is found, it can be easily solved, and now the real source of the disease is not the disaster victims who also come to eat porridge, the focus is on the disaster victims and porridge, since we can't distinguish the disaster victims, then we can only pin the solution on the porridge." ”

Song Jiang's heart moved: "Fan Taicheng means to make the porridge thinner, so that it can last for a while longer." ”

The Yuncheng County Commander was startled and said: "The chopsticks float and the head falls to the ground, if the court finds out that the porridge we are waiting for is very thin, it will not be a crime of killing the head." ”

Yuncheng County Ling never dared to take this responsibility, even if he would rather let the victims be starved of food than bear the charge of murder.

Song Jiang echoed: "Yes, not to mention whether the imperial court will blame." Even if the porridge is thinned, it will not last for a few more days, and it was originally a thick porridge, but if it suddenly becomes thin, the victims may be dissatisfied, and it is very likely that it will change. ”

"Now this is a special situation, if you get through this hurdle, it is not impossible to bring in grain and then thicken the porridge."

"And the Yellow River water will not recede in a short time, if we can't distinguish the real victims, we will bring in food in the future, and I am afraid it will be like a bottomless pit." Song Jiang added.

Fan Zheng glanced at Song Jiang unexpectedly, Song Jiang deserved to be the timely rain of later generations, and he was able to achieve the top spot in Liangshan, and he did have some ability.

"Since you can't dilute the porridge, what about that?" At that moment, Fan Zheng grabbed a large handful of soil and sprinkled it directly into the porridge of white flowers in full view of everyone.

Immediately, everyone looked at all this dumbfounded, as the saying goes, a rat poop is a pot of soup, and Fan Zheng destroyed this excellent porridge with a lot of soil.

"Rebel!"

At this moment, Fan Chunli's familiar roar suddenly came again.

After learning that Yuncheng was short of food, after Fan Zheng left, he forcibly came to the soup kitchen scene despite the dissuasion of his subordinates, but he didn't expect to see the scene where Fan Zheng destroyed the porridge shop on the spot.

Now that Yuncheng is short of food, every grain of grain is crucial, and Fan Zheng destroyed an entire pot of porridge, what a waste.

What's more important is that if today's incident spreads, it will definitely deal a devastating blow to Fan Zheng's reputation, which makes Fan Chunli not angry.

"Father! You've just gotten better, why don't you stay in bed. Fan Zheng heard a familiar voice and said with a look of surprise on his face.

Fan Chunli was angry, and said angrily: "The old man is not sick and he is still angry with you, what kind of effort has been spent by the imperial court for disaster relief, why do you still want to destroy the porridge of the victims." ”

Fan Zheng smiled and said: "Father, don't worry, what the child puts into the porridge is not soil, but medicine!" ”

"Medicine!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, Fan Zheng was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but they saw Fan Zheng grabbing a large handful of soil from the ground and putting it into the porridge, and Fan Zheng said that it was medicine.

"That's right! Soil is a kind of medicine, and it is a good medicine for detoxification, the villain once got sick, one of the traditional Chinese medicines, is loess. Song Jiang hurriedly relieved the siege.

"Yes, yes, soil is a matter of traditional Chinese medicine, and the lower officials have also heard of it." The Yuncheng County Order also echoed the road.

Other officials agreed.

"Uncle Fan doesn't know, Chen organ records: soil can solve all kinds of poisons, botulinum poison, mouth pepper poison, wild fungus poison", soil is a very good Chinese medicine. Even Yang Jie spoke out to explain to Fan Zheng, and directly moved the medical book out.

Fan Chunli looked around, panted and said: "Don't wait for this rebel round, the soil is indeed a traditional Chinese medicine, but it is definitely not used in the porridge for the victims, it is not terrible to make mistakes, it is terrible to make mistakes again and again." ”

Under Fan Chunli's reprimand, Yang Jie and the others were suddenly silent.

"Master Fan, don't blame Doctor Fan, the victims of the disaster are poisonous, and they just need this soil to detoxify!" An old man with gray hair stepped forward and said solemnly.

Fan Zheng's prestige among the people is extremely high, Yizhuang was created by Fan Zheng, and he found a cure for malaria and pacified the plague, so he naturally didn't want Fan Zheng to be punished for this.

Seeing this, Fan Zheng personally came to the porridge in the soil and put a bowl in the hands of the old victims, and said, "Are you willing to drink this bowl of porridge with medicine?" ”

A group of officials were stunned to watch Fan Zheng jump repeatedly on the verge of death, Fan Zheng first put soil in the porridge, and then openly quibbled that the soil was traditional Chinese medicine, and then personally served a bowl of porridge with soil to the victims, if this matter spread, Fan Zheng's reputation would be ruined.

The old victim was stunned, and looked at the porridge in his hand indifferently, he didn't expect that in order to repay Fan Zheng for saving his life, he took the initiative to relieve Fan Zheng, but Fan Zheng really gave him a bowl.

"I'm willing to drink!" The old victim gritted his teeth.

In addition, the amount of porridge every day is not much, and he is already hungry, so at that moment, he picked up the porridge with soil and ate it in three times and five divided by two.

Fan Zheng raised his head and said proudly: "Look, I'll just say that this is medicine, and it won't affect consumption at all!" ”

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, but they saw with their own eyes the expressions of the old victims who looked at death as if they were at home, and they didn't know how much sand they vomited in a bowl of porridge, and even the few big teeth almost didn't collapse.

"Rebel! Are you referring to a deer as a horse? ”

Fan Chunli was so angry that he couldn't get his malaria cured, and he didn't want to see his proud son fall from now on.

Fan Zheng waved his hand and said: "Father is wrong, the child does not refer to the deer as a horse, the child said that the soil is medicine, not that the soil can detoxify, but that the soil is a good medicine to distinguish the true from the fake." ”

"Soil is the medicine that distinguishes the real from the fake." Everyone looked at Fan Zheng blankly, and then turned to look at the old victims who had just finished drinking porridge.

"Evil side? No, it's a strange recipe! Song Jiang, who was closest to the bottom, was the first to react and hurriedly exclaimed.

"Although this pot of porridge has been destroyed, it can enter the stomachs of the real victims, so that they can truly achieve the effect of helping the victims." Yuncheng County Ling also suddenly realized.

Now that there are real and fake victims in Yuncheng, it is impossible to distinguish them at all, since this is the case, there is no need to distinguish them, and let the stomachs of the real and false victims make a choice.

In order to survive, the real victims will even eat Guanyin soil, let alone just white porridge mixed with soil.

"Evil doctor Fan Zheng, the golden body of the evil party is not broken!"

The surrounding people smacked their tongues.

"Brother Fan's prescription has been superb, Yang Jie admires it to the extreme!" Yang Jie was convinced. Even if he is familiar with the memorization of medical books, I am afraid he will not be able to think of such a medical prescription.

The furious Fan Chunli suddenly froze there, he didn't expect that Fan Zheng's every sentence was not wrong, this soil turned out to be really good medicine, a good medicine that can save countless victims.

(End of chapter)