Datang Fenghua Road

Tuberculosis is the pulmonary tuberculosis of later generations.

Even in the 80s and 90s, this disease was still incurable, and it was not solved until the development of science and technology and medical treatment in the [-]s.Later generations still suffer from incomparable headaches, and it is a terminal illness in Datang.

Terminal illness is not serious, the most serious is that tuberculosis can be contagious.If one person becomes ill and has not been isolated, it is likely to infect a village, or even affect the county and city, causing a large plague of thousands of people and tens of thousands of people.

Li Shimin breathed lightly and murmured a sentence in his mouth, saying: "In a certain county in Henan, the son of the magistrate had tuberculosis. …”

When the emperor said this, he waved his hand sadly, and said softly to the door: "Let their husband and wife leave, don't put them here."

The store opened today, and people all over the city gathered here. If a tuberculosis patient is put here, a bad one will cause a plague.

"Wait!" A voice suddenly sounded in the air, interrupting the emperor's order.

The person who spoke was Han Yue, and I saw that his eyes were firm and determined, and solemnly said: "Erchen said just now that anyone can come when the store opens, whether it is a vendor or a soldier, or a tuberculosis patient, as long as she wants to come in this store. shop, then she is Erchen's customer..."

Li Shimin was slightly startled, and Li Jiancheng was also slightly stunned.

Han Yue suddenly bowed to the emperor and whispered: "Father, the emperor forgives your sins, it will be New Year's Day in three days. Yesterday, my son told you on the roof of Taiji Hall, I want the people to have a good New Year. "

"But that woman has tuberculosis!" Li Shimin was obviously worried.

The eldest grandson next to him also nodded and persuaded: "Yue'er don't make a fool of yourself, tuberculosis is not a joke."

Han Yue smiled proudly and said in a firm tone: "In front of Erchen, tuberculosis is not a disease..." After he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly and shouted at the door: "Where is Bai Qisi? Please come in."

The word "please" is used as an invitation, not the word "release" as a release.Please be the respect of bowing down, and release is the alms from above.

Now that Han Yue's temperament and realm have already reached a certain height, even a word of his will make people feel warm and relaxed.

Chapter 551 The magic of high alcohol

There was a sound of footsteps at the door in the distance, and everyone finally saw someone walking slowly.

It was a middle-aged man in ragged clothes. He was tall and burly. He walked and landed with a sound. This man was eight feet tall, and he was a strong man in this era.

However, his face is obviously timid and reserved, and his body is also a little thin and scary.The first feeling that this scene gives people is that this person has not had enough food for a long, long time.

But everyone's attention was not on the man, but on a weak woman behind his back.

The woman's face was sallow, with paleness in the sallow. She lay on her husband's back and lowered her head, afraid to look at anyone, and was wrapped in a tattered and blackened quilt.

It is now the end of winter and the beginning of spring. The weather is not warm but it will never be cold. As a result, she is still shivering under the quilt. It is obvious that she has been ill for a long time, so she is weak and cannot tolerate the cold.

It was this woman who was judged to be suffering from tuberculosis by the hundred riders at the door.

She was carried all the way by her husband, and the crowd hurriedly avoided where she passed. Whenever the woman coughed lightly, the crowd panicked.

Han Yue watched from a distance, and a sadness rose in his heart.

It is not that the people of the Tang Dynasty are not benevolent enough, but that the people are poor and dare not get sick.Everyone avoids a woman not because they hate her and blame her, but because they are afraid that they will contract tuberculosis and harm their family members.

People in this era can't afford to get sick, and if they get sick, it may drag down the whole family. For example, the husband of this woman is eight feet tall, but he turns out to be as thin and skinny as a stick. The biggest reason why he can't eat enough must be because he has no money.

The reason for the lack of money is also very simple. It is obviously not because the man is lazy, but because he used all the money to buy medicinal herbs to treat his wife.

All the money was spent on medical treatment, so naturally I couldn't buy enough food. Even if there was food, I would let my wife eat it first, so the man was so hungry and skinny.

Han Yue sighed suddenly, and said softly: "In the past, we joked about poverty, but now we come to see you. The clothes have been used up, and the money box is still there. I can't bear to open it. I still miss the old love and can't bear to give up. I always look forward to money because of illness. Sincerely Knowing this hates everyone, poor and lowly couples are sad about everything..."

"Nice poem!"

A few Confucian scholars around blurted out, and couldn't help shaking their heads and repeating it a few times, suddenly feeling that the poem was a little sad, and suddenly looked embarrassed and stopped talking.

The great scholar Cen Wenwen, who had been hiding from the mutton steamed bun shop, sighed softly, and suddenly bowed his hands to Li Shimin and praised: "Your Majesty has a son like a saint, and his heart is pitiful and pitiful. Wei Chen wants to write a book to spread the word to the world and teach the world. Follow the example of King Zhao of the West Palace. That poem just now contains a strong heart of compassion."

Li Shimin sighed and his face was a little unnatural. The emperor was silent for a while, and said slowly: "His compassionate heart is a difficult responsibility for me. It is difficult to keep the people fed and clothed, and the Holy Emperor can't do it for everyone. Can afford to be sick."

Cen Wenwen nodded his head and said sadly: "What Your Majesty said is that illness is a demon in the world. It can hurt people and destroy families. Even if the family has a lot of wealth, it is very likely to fall ill."

During the conversation between the ruler and the minister, the ragged man was slowly approaching with his wife on his back.

He wanted to go forward, but the woman on his back suddenly put her arms around his neck, and she said eagerly: "Xiaogong, stop quickly, we can't hurt the nobles. It's enough for the concubine to come in and take a look. I'm going home right now..."

This remark made everyone present feel sad for a while, and there was some admiration and sympathy in the sadness.

The woman was so seriously ill that she might die from tuberculosis, but the first thing she thought about was the fear of infecting others, and she would even stop her husband from taking a few more steps.

Empress Zhangsun was soft-hearted, she couldn't help but want to step forward to take care of the woman when she heard the words, but a big hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed her, but Li Shimin shook her head at her.

Although he sympathized with the couple, the woman was sick after all. The emperor was not cruel in stopping the eldest grandson. He was afraid that his wife would be infected with tuberculosis.

Han Yue laughed and waved to the man suddenly, and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, come here, although the tuberculosis is contagious, just be careful. I see your wife is wearing a handkerchief around her mouth, obviously you have received high-level guidance, you know Tuberculosis can't cough at people..."

The man nodded again and again, and said in a low voice: "This noble man is right, the villain is instructed by others, so he always covers his wife's mouth with a handkerchief. get sick."

His tone suddenly darkened, and he said cowardly: "It's a pity that most of the neighbors and villagers don't believe it. Every time they see us, they run away. Axiu herself is also soft-hearted, for fear that it will bring disaster to others. Since the diagnosis of tuberculosis , Axiu has not been out of the house for more than half a year..."

This man spoke in a cowardly tone, and was full of restraint and timidity, but when he spoke, he was well-organized, and it seemed that he was not the kind of ignorant peasant.

The combination of such diametrically opposed manifestations can only be explained by one situation, that is, this man was not like this before, he was suppressed and tortured by a long hard life, and finally developed a timid and cautious character.

His wife was even more timid on her back, with her thin hands trying to stop her husband, she whispered: "Xiang Gong, don't talk nonsense, we can't go there anymore. Even if you wear a handkerchief, you will always cough when you can't hold it... …”

The man nodded again and again and stood on the spot with his wife behind his back.

Han Yue sighed and said warmly, "Don't hide so far, I'll be fine if I say nothing."

He suddenly turned his head to drink lightly, and said loudly to the high-grade liquor workshop not far away: "Is Miss Cheng's family here? Please bring a few jars of high-grade liquor..."

There was a clear agreement, but seeing Cheng Wanwan bringing a few servants over quickly, this girl was so happy that she didn't even care about tuberculosis, her face blushed and said to Han Yue, "Your Highness is calling my little sister, oh oh yes. Now, this is the high-quality wine you want, and the six-year-old wine specially picked up by my sister is the earliest brewed batch."

Han Yue laughed and said, "The difference between the age and the age of the wine for disinfection is not big. But I still want to thank my sister. You have always been more generous than your father."

Cheng Wanwan smiled sweetly and gently rubbed the corner of her clothes with her little hand.

Han Yue stretched out his hand to take the wine jar from her, and then gave a soft drink to Li Chengqian and Li Tai who were hiding in the distance, saying: "Don't hide so far, the more you are afraid of death, the more likely you are to die early. Come here now. , take the wine jar and spray the wine everywhere."

"Sprinkling wine, what are you doing?" The two named were a little dazed.

Li Chengqian shook his head weakly, and carefully made an excuse: "Big brother, younger brother has a weak kidney and is in poor health. I'm not refusing your order, I'm afraid that I can't bear the tuberculosis."

Next to him, Li Tai quickly nodded his head and said, "My little brother is not in good health. You see I am so fat even if I don't eat. Some people say that this is also a disease, fat disease!"

"Stop talking nonsense, come here!"

Han Yue was angrily laughed at by the two idiots, and shouted while holding the wine jar, his eyes widened angrily and said, "I dare to push again, and be careful with my slap."

His slap was not something ordinary people could take. Li Chengqian and Li Tai shivered at the same time, remembering the violent beating by Han Yue not long ago.