Li Jin is more than fifty years old this year, and he is already at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven.

Today, as usual, he wanted to go out for a walk, but the town's catchers stopped him at the corner of the street.

"What do you mean?" said Old Man Li, blowing his beard and glaring.

The surname Li is the second most populous surname in Qingyang Town, second only to the surname Hu.

Therefore, as a high-ranking patriarch among the Li clan, he is also highly respected in the entire Qingyang Town.

He knew this catcher, he was a kid from the Wang family, but he was dressed in a dog's skin, and he dared to block his way, and he went against the sky!

"Old Li. Wang Zhukuai accompanied the kind words and said: "The town hall has an order to come down, and during this time, a ban will be issued, and no one is allowed to walk the streets and alleys, so they have to stay at home!"

"Why is there a restraining order?"

"Didn't two people die of illness two days ago? The pavilion chief felt that it was very dangerous, and this time let everyone avoid the limelight. The limelight has passed, so it's better to come out for a walk again!"

"Hu Laogen knows a fart! I don't know that old man yet!" Old man Li said quickly against Wang Zhu: "Do you think the old man is illiterate?

Wang Zhukuai's face was embarrassed: "Uncle, you ...... It's always good to pay attention to safety, and if you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what happens. ”

"As the saying goes, fifty and knowing the destiny of heaven, do you understand what it means to know the destiny of heaven? I'm this age, what am I afraid of?" Old man Li glared: "I don't blame you if you die of illness, don't you?"

As he spoke, he flicked his hand and removed the fence erected at the entrance of the street.

As he walked out, he muttered: "Taiping World, don't let you go out yet! It's really strange and weird! Do I break the law and ban it, and you will treat me as a prisoner?"

Wang Zhukuai reluctantly glanced at his colleagues, so he had to pretend not to hear.

There is more than one such thing. With the issuance of the letter of security in Jiacheng, the people have no fear at all. There are a few people who advise people to be careful, and most of them are regarded as rumors.

Even if there is someone like Qingyang Town, who has paid attention to it early, it will be difficult to enforce the control. At least nominally, Qingyang Town is still under the jurisdiction of Jiacheng after all.

The so-called injunction is in vain.

......

In the town hall.

Jiang Wang directly crumpled the notice into a ball and smashed it on the ground casually.

Rumble!

The powerful Dogen was doped, and this mass of waste paper smashed a hole in the ground.

Hu Laogen was shocked and sat on the chair.

Jiang Wang looked at him coldly: "I gave you power, I bear the loss, you don't have to do anything, just carry out my orders." But you can't even do that. Everyone who dies in the town, you are responsible. Hu Laogen, you have sinned so much that you will die hard!"

Hu Laogen's face is like ashes.

"I'm also responsible for handing over the position to you such a waste!"

Jiang Wang shook his hand and walked out of the town hall, giving orders as he walked: "Xiaoxiao stays in the town hall, temporarily acting as the pavilion chief with all his powers, and coordinating the materials." Zhang Hai is in charge, and he should be the commander of the lieutenant and the head catcher, and anyone who refuses to accept or obey can be killed! All the fast catchers and samurai will take action, and from now on, no one will be allowed to walk the streets and alleys, and all will be closed to themselves. With the town hall as the center, forward, Zhu Biqiong, inspected the east and west districts respectively. ”

The tens of thousands of miles from Zhuang to Qi have sharpened his world.

In the face of this crisis, he became more and more resolute and simply said: "I will go to the village below in person. The prohibition order will be implemented first, and then the disease will be investigated from door to door. This time there was a large number of attacks...... I suspect it's the plague!"

"What if the people refuse to be quarantined?" asked Qianqian, "have you killed them too?"

Jiang Wang stopped and glanced at him: "We are isolated from the inside and outside, in order to save the people, if you kill it, then what is the point of what we do? You can be fined fines, fine food, and punished as appropriate!"

"Got it!"

......

Jiang Wang went directly to the villages in the town to investigate, and everyone else was busy.

Hu Laogen, who had been stripped of his power, languished in his position, his face like ashes.

Dugu Xiao began to arrange affairs, and he seemed to come back to his senses, stood up, and staggered out.

The Walking Dead.

Dugu Xiao only glanced at him faintly, and continued to do his own thing.

She helped Hu Laogen explain before, just to show Jiang Wang her value.

For Hu Laogen himself, she doesn't have a good impression.

It was Hu Laogen who hired her to the mine in the first place, and she was later abused by Ge Heng. Although Hu Laogen himself may not know about Ge Heng's cruelty, the facts he caused cannot be erased.

The reason why there was no revenge was only because Jiang Wang didn't allow it.

Fortunately, after this incident, the meager "affection" between him and Jiang Wang has been exhausted.

This is the price he paid for his incompetence and self-righteousness.

After getting along with Jiang Wang for so long, Dugu Xiao understood early on that Jiang Wang was not a person who would get angry and shirk responsibility. As long as he does what he asks, if the mistake is in his decision, he will never let others take responsibility.

And in this incident, Hu Laogen's poor performance as the pavilion chief ...... Jiang Wang didn't kill him on the spot, it was already the result of restraint.

......

Hu Laogen dragged his feet out of the town hall.

It's already June, and the sun is no longer gentle.

Especially in the middle of the day, it shines naked on the body, like a needle prick.

Hu Laogen squinted his eyes, but he couldn't stop the muddy tears.

He is actually a simple person, and he is not sad that he has lost his temporary power.

When he was a steward in the Hu Mine, he never had a lot of money. As a pavilion chief in Qingyang Town, he has never sought wealth for himself.

He has no children and no daughters, only a fierce old wife, and the two of them do not have much material desire.

So even though he became a pavilion chief, he still lived in the previous house.

What really saddened him was that just now, he realized that he had become a "murderer".

If he strictly followed Jiang Wang's previous order and isolated the inside and outside, perhaps many townspeople would not have to die today.

As Jiang Wang said, everyone who is sick and dies in the town now has the responsibility of Hu Laogen!

How can his old and decrepit shoulders bear this?

Jiang Wanglei acted resolutely, and went to the village by himself as soon as the order was given. Those places were even less controlled, and he had to deal with them personally with extraordinary cultivation.

But in Qingyang Town, it's not something that can be done so simply.

The people of the entire Qingyang Town did not pay enough attention to it before this.

Under the command of Dugu Xiao, a new notice was posted, the seriousness of the illness was announced, and the crowds gathered everywhere were dispersed...... These take time.

And the manpower of a Qingyang Town Town Hall is really pitiful.

Hu Laogen walked out in a daze, and the sight of every crowd on the road made his heart chill.

If that's the plague......

If the outbreak is really a human plague......

That kind of consequence, he didn't dare to imagine.

"Fathers and fellow villagers!

Hu Laogen walked to the side of the crowd and suddenly shouted: "Qingyang Town has a serious illness and dozens of people have died!"

"It's probably human plague!"

"Let's go back to the house, don't get together, don't go out!"

Everywhere he walked, he shouted.

A lot of people know him.

He was born, grew up, married, and grew old in this Qingyang town.

A lot of people here trust him.

Seeing this sad little old man, some people felt weird, some people felt confused, but more people chose to believe it.

Finally, in the largest market in Qingyang Town, in the market west of the town.

People saw that their current pavilion chief, Hu Laogen, climbed up to the roof tremblingly with a ladder.

He was old, and he was not tall when he stood on the roof, but he was rickety.

He repeated aloud what he had said all the way before.

But the already hoarse voice doesn't make people hear it very clearly.

Only in the end, he screamed: "It is the sin of the old man to kill many people!"

"The old man has made amends to them!"

Fell upside down and fell to the ground from the roof.

Syllable!

Exploded like a watermelon.

Stopped in the memory of many people.

......

......

ps: In the past two days, I have received readers' concern and love for this one. Zhihu private messages, reader groups, Weibo private messages, Weibo groups, and book review areas...... I saw every concern.

This book has been written so hard until now, with so many ridicules and so many painful nights, if it suddenly disappears, the blow to me may be devastating.

So why am I still writing this?

I explained it once in my readers' base, and since many people have questions now, and they are all people who really love this book, I have to explain it again.

[The plague plot has been set a long time ago.]

But without the current experience, it is difficult to write so realistically. There wouldn't be the emotions that are boiling in my heart now.

I do want to document something. The text carries the Tao, and the words use the feelings. My love and my Word have prompted me to do so. People who write don't need words to make sounds, so what else can they do to the world?

I hope that in a few years or ten years, if someone picks up this book and sees it, they will remember that we have experienced such things, encountered these disgusting and dark moments, and there are people who have broken the light.

I just hope that everyone will take it to heart, and try not to discuss the world outside the book. After all, behind prosperity, democracy, and civilization is harmony. 】

That's my explanation.

I was touched by a reader's comment, he said, "Isn't it good to sit and talk about it?"

But, this is my way.

I have discussed and spoken openly and secretly on Weibo, Zhihu and the public account.

I really don't know what else I can do but speak up!

The feedback I received over and over again made me realize that this book is now carrying some people's expectations.

I do need to be careful to protect our common world.

I have deleted the most obvious sentence from the previous chapter. It will be noted later.

Thank you again for your love.

—How Worse, at 9 a.m.

Lewen