###28 Red Rain

Life is a human being, and demons should not be approached.

When people die as ghosts, they return to the loess.

Break the dust and leave the sorrow, forget the lake.

Suishan is located in the southwest, the mountain range stretches from west to east, there is a big lake to forget the worries, and it is located under the main peak Yangqing.

Forgotten Lake is revered as a holy lake in the local area, originally the whole body is blue, the bluestone under the shallow lake can be seen, and the depth is like an obsidian pupil. Now the fish on the lake are floating on the lake, the lake water is turbid, and the pupils seem to be congested.

This is the image of the catastrophe, the image of the catastrophe.

Life is a human being, and demons should not be approached.

Death is precious, and the loess is returned.

Break the dust and leave the sorrow, break the dust and leave the sorrow, forget the worries and forget the joy, forget the worries and forget the joy.

The men and women followed the monks around the lake, and if the court could not count on the common people, they could only hope that the gods could protect them.

When they arrived at the front street of Sui'an Province, the street vendors saw strangers arriving and came forward to sell vegetables and fruits.

"Childe, this is the best cabbage produced in a few months, so you can buy some. "The peddler was no more than 30 years old, with his back bent, the outer side of his right leg exposed due to ulceration, and his left arm uncovered by a piece of cloth. Look at the cabbage trembling in the hawker's hands, where is there still a little bit of white, it is clearly a red vegetable.

Seeing this, the nightingale took some broken silver and sent the peddler away. The peddler grabbed the silver taels like a thief, limped his legs, and rolled into the alley beside him.

Ye Xiaolou's heart sank, could it be that the land had festered to such an extent, or was it because the water quality of the lake was polluted by red rain?

The clouds of the Eight Rivers condensed into rain and landed in Kyushu, nourishing the earth, and now this grain has no original color, no wonder the disasters are repeated, how can it be a simple natural disaster.

"Landlord, Qili Street is the most prosperous street market in Sui'an Prefecture, and today's scene, presumably the lives of the people can no longer pass. What are the landlord's plans?"

"The emperor is worried about the people's suffering, if the emperor doesn't worry about it, God has his own worries, is it your turn to take care of it?"

Ye Xiaolou's face was gloomy, and he thought that he would also come up to sell some things, and the vendors and beggars who took some silver taels hid on the side of the street and did not dare to say anything.

"Speaking of which, that's where that scholar practiced healing?"

"Yes, the front is Sui'an Mansion, two streets east of Sui'an Mansion is Yanwang's Mansion, and the scholar was brought back by his subordinates outside Yan Wang's Mansion. ”

"I'm getting more and more interested in this person. ”

"This person's identity has been verified by his subordinates, and this person's surname is An, his name is Lang, and his name is Zhuyan. Since he was a child, he followed his father to practice medicine everywhere, and at the age of 12 his medical skills had surpassed his father's, and at the age of 15, he gambled and went into debt, because his father did not give him two silver taels and left home to escape debts. Treating people for a living, I have made a lot of money over the years, but unfortunately I am addicted to gambling, but my luck has been bad, and I have lost more and won less all year round. ”

"Where is this man now?"

"I beg your pardon. The nightingale suddenly spoke in a heavy tone, as if she had made a mistake.

"What's so alarming?"

"My subordinates saw that you were busy with that girl's affairs a few days ago, and then you were injured again, so my subordinates made a private decision and did not tell you about the scholar's arrival in Xunwu Pavilion for the time being. ”

Seeing that Ye Xiaolou didn't say a word, the nightingale became more and more nervous.

"It's okay, it's not time to see him yet, do you know that there is a physician among the twelve servants of the Liuji Hall, and all dynasties and dynasties are people with superb medical skills, and it is difficult for anyone to compare with him if he is not ranked first. ”

"What does the landlord mean is that this person may be one of the twelve servants of the Six Pole Hall, the Extreme Medicine Master?"

"Whether it's the best medicine master will know in a while. ”

"If this scholar is a pharmacist of the Six Pole Hall, have the other attendants also awakened?"

"Naturally. What about umbrellas?"

"Yes, my subordinates will call you. ”

"If it's raining, you're going to catch a cold. ”

Although the tone of these words sounded to the nightingale the same as before, it seemed to be different, as if there was a hint of warmth in the snarky.

As soon as the umbrella was opened, the street vendors rushed towards Bali Street one after another, the reddened vegetables and half-eaten steamed buns fell to the ground, and the old beggar, who was covered with skin and bones and gray hair, crawled to the side and stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth, stuffed them too quickly, and spit them out again.

"Where are these people going?"

Nightingale inquired about a beggar who seemed to be able to speak well.

"Miracles, go and see miracles. ”

"Miracles—what miracles?" said the old beggar, and when the nightingale took out some broken silver.

"Since the great cold, the disaster in Suishan has continued, the most terrible thing is the epidemic that fell from the red rain, some people have been drenched in the rain and coughed for half a month, the skin is rotten and scarred, ugly is ugly, but finally survived. Some people fell ill in the rain and festered to death. There are people dying in every family, and the most terrible thing is the family of the dead child, who weeps silently every night, and at night, it rains outside, and the villagers in the house cry and mourn, it is hell on earth, hell on earth. ”

"What does that have to do with miracles?"

"A week ago, the second daughter of the Li Ya family was sick, the family didn't want to see her die of such a festering at home, after nightfall, secretly went to the Lake of Forgotten Worries, found a stone to tie to the daughter, the poor girl was only 4 years old, she didn't understand anything, even the crying was painful, while the moon was clear, the family threw the daughter into the lake. Who knows, the next morning, the sacrificial villagers saw a girl squatting by the lake, and after some inquiry, they learned that it was the second daughter who was thrown down by Li Ya's family the night before. ”

"You mean this daughter came back to life?"

Not only did he come back to life, but he heard that none of the wounds on his body were gone, but he didn't speak again, and he sat like this all day. This is already a great comfort for the whole family, after all, the person is not dead, but he is still alive. ”

Ye Xiaolou frowned, the more he listened, the more he felt that this matter was very strange, he had already guessed a little bit of the reason, just now he saw that the aura of the sprites on the holy lake was permeating, maybe it was related to the miracle that the beggar said.

"Did anyone else follow suit and do such a thing later?" Ye Xiaolou asked.

The eldest prince said that this matter was strange, and that he could not believe in miracles at will, and that he could not push the sick into the lake at will, but there were still people who secretly went to the lake at night, and the eldest prince asked the soldiers of the Yan Wangfu to guard by the lake at night, and when he saw that some people wanted to follow the example of the Li family, he persuaded them to go back. ”

"The Great Prince?" the nightingale looked at Ye Xiaolou, who shook his head.

"The eldest prince is really a good person, he has been guarding Sui'an Mansion and guarding the people here, but this natural disaster is ruthless, the red rain and famine continue, I don't know how many people want white-haired people to send black-haired people. ”

The old beggar was holding a steamed bun, his eyes sunken in his sockets, and only a slight light was revealed through a slit.

"The locals thought that the eldest prince was suffering just like them. Nightingale was indignant.

Ye Xiaolou smiled, as if he didn't take the matter of the eldest prince to heart at all.