The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

The residence of the prefect of Xuzhou.

Weng Ling and the prefect of Xuzhou summoned the gentry in the city to discuss cutting down tea trees, fruit trees, etc. to plant medicinal herbs.

This was what Shen Qin had suggested before, because he had a premonition that if the plague continued to develop, the country's herbal medicines would soon be insufficient. Only by planting enough herbal medicines could more lives be saved.

Under the leadership of Weng Ling, all the government officials and government servants covered their mouths and noses with square scarves. Nearly ten gentry were sitting on their chairs looking at their appearance, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Lord Weng, I know you want to prepare medicinal materials, but my tea and fruits are all top quality and are supplied to the court every year. I have been growing them for five or six years. If I were to grow medicinal materials instead, I would have to hire people to cultivate them. Harvesting is not cost-effective.”

A wealthy gentleman with a goatee and a tall hat said.

"Yeah yeah!"

The other gentry nodded in agreement.

These gentry are all big landowners in Xuzhou, owning hundreds of acres of tea orchards. This year's locust plague has also caused great losses to them. However, as long as the trees are exposed to rain, the gnawed leaves will soon grow back.

Weng Ling advised.

"Once the plague spreads over a large area, it will be difficult to sell tea and fruits. You can plant medicinal materials and the imperial court will purchase them, so you don't have to worry about sales."

Yang Jiao Hu curled his lips and said.

"Master Guan, please don't scare us. No one in Xuzhou has the disease now. But your medical officer named Shen Qin let people from Tangzhou enter the city, which made the whole city panic."

"Yeah yeah!"

In addition, the thin gentry with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said to his goatee while coughing.

"I don't know what he was thinking. I heard that there was going to be an incident in another village. The whole village moved to avoid the epidemic. It would be better for him to specifically recruit the plague into the city. How can this be done!"

The goatee was not happy when he saw the thin gentry spitting foam when he coughed. He covered half of his face with his sleeves and frowned.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, can you be polite and don't cough at others?"

Lao Zhang wiped his lips and smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I caught a cold recently. The fever hasn't gone away yet, so I was called by the prefect."

Weng Ling was too lazy to explain to these people.

"Then are you willing or unwilling?"

Goatee thought for a moment and said.

"If you don't harvest tea this year, my tea trees will have to be cut down, but how much will the official pay us?"

Tea, like salt, is collected by the people and collected by the government, and private sales are prohibited.

The prefect of Xuzhou stood up and replied.

"Two taels of silver per acre."

The magistrate of Xuzhou was a young man who had just taken office. He was unfamiliar with business and officialdom. He had a weak character and had no independent opinions. He was a follower. He originally listened to Huang Zhao, but now that he saw Wengling Guan Da, he I started listening to Weng Ling again.

The disaster relief funds decentralized by the imperial court had been exploited at all levels, and there was not much left in the hands of the Xuzhou prefect. What's more, the previous savings in the prefecture were empty because they were embezzled by the previous prefect. There was really no money.

"Only two taels of silver per acre?"

The gentry shook their heads.

"No, no! It's only ten taels anyway!"

Weng Ling said angrily,

"Ten taels is enough to buy an acre of land. In the current national crisis, are you still thinking about personal gain?"

The gentry only came to Xuzhou for temporary inspection based on Weng Ling, so they were not afraid.

"Where did the national crisis come from? Are we living a good life?"

Goatee looked at the surrounding gentry and set the pace.

Other wealthy gentry agreed.

"Yes, my family's remaining grain from last year was fed to the chickens, ducks and geese. It couldn't be eaten and rotted in the barn."

One of the fat gentry stood up and said.

"Those who are suffering are the poor who have no ability, no brains, and no financial resources. They deserve to be starved to death so as not to harm the next generation. Are you right?"

Other wealthy gentry praised him one after another.

"Old Wang, you really hit the nail on the head. Poor people must be hateful! Those who starve to death are dispensable. If they die, they will die, which is also to save food."

After Weng Ling heard this, he shook his head. He was really rich and unkind.

The prefect of Xuzhou said angrily with a red face.

"Why are you talking to Mr. Weng!"

The fat old Wang rubbed his belly.

"Can we still reach an agreement? I'm waiting to go home and eat the bird's nest stewed by my wife."

"Why are you eating bird's nest? We finally got together. It would be great if we went to a restaurant and asked some beauties to wait on us."

At this time, the tall and thin Lao Zhang touched his hot forehead, stood up while coughing, and said with some difficulty.

"I won't go. I'm really feeling a little uncomfortable. I want to..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of bloody foam, then tilted his head to the side and fell straight down.

Everyone was shocked, and Weng Ling hurriedly called the accompanying medical officer to check.

The medical officer felt his pulse and said.

"My lord, he is dead."

All the gentry were in disbelief, and their expressions changed.

"Dead? How is that possible? He was fine just now!"

The medical officer looked at Lao Zhang's face again and found that his skin was starting to turn black. He was so frightened that he jumped up, took three steps back, pointed at the corpse, and said in a trembling voice.

"Turn black after death, this... this is the pimple plague!" (also known as the Black Death.)

"Oh my god, it's not a good place to stay for a long time."

When the gentry heard this, their faces turned pale, and then they ran out in panic like a group of rats meeting cats.

"Stop them, send them to the isolation area, and drink Chinese medicine to prevent the disease!"

Weng Ling ordered the Yamen servant, and then pointed at the corpse.

"You cover your mouth and nose, take the body out and burn it!"

The blocked gentry struggled desperately to break through the encirclement, Goatee shouted.

"We are not going to the quarantine area. Those Tangzhou people are the plague. It was your Shen Qin who allowed the plague to enter Xuzhou."

"Yes, if you go to the quarantine area, you will die! We won't go!"

Some people even howled like ghosts and wolves, as if Wengling wanted to kill them.

Seeing that these people didn't know how to treat others well, Weng Ling was so angry that he even trembled a little when he spoke.

"Then clear out an inn and lock them all in!"

"Okay, okay! Thank you for not killing me!"

The gentry thanked him one after another.

As he spoke, the prefect had disappeared. He probably ran away. Weng Ling looked at the blackened body and sighed. It seemed that something was really going to happen.

He looked around and asked his entourage, "Where is Shen Qin? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

At this moment, Xiaohu rushed into the government office in a panic and reported to Weng Ling.

"Lord Weng is in trouble, Judge Shen and his disciples are gone!"