Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

Mr. Zhang was slightly stunned, then looked at Master Xue with some confusion and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Master Xue frowned, thinking back to what happened just now, and said, "Just now I seemed to be contradicting that Master Teshi..."

Mr. Zhang laughed, patted Mr. Xue's shoulder gently, and comforted him: "You don't have to be so nervous. That gentleman seems to be a kind-hearted person, and he also understands that you are just concerned about the people in the city and have no ill intentions. So, you don't need to worry too much."

Master Xue breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and asked, "Then what should we do next?"

Lord Zhang thought for a moment and replied, "Since this lord is willing to help us solve the problem, we just need to fully cooperate with his arrangements. Let's put other things aside for now. By the way, it's getting late, let's go home and have some rest." After that, Lord Zhang turned and walked towards home.

Master Xue looked at Master Zhang's departing back and secretly made up his mind to do his best to assist Master Zhang in his duties. Then, he followed Master Zhang and left.

......

"Your Highness, please be at ease. Lady Jiang has always been known for her wisdom and courage. She can handle any problem with ease. Now that she has taken over, she must have a comprehensive plan." Xuan Liu, who was standing beside him, spoke in a calm and firm tone, his eyes revealing his deep trust in Lady Jiang.

Hearing this, Xuan Yuchen's brows did not relax. He tilted his head slightly, looking through the window lattice, looking at the sky in the distance that seemed to be covered by dark clouds, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Xuan Liu, how can I not be nervous. This is not only about me personally, but also about the safety of thousands of people and the fate of the country. Although Lord Jiang is wise and brave, this plague is unprecedented and its complexity is far beyond imagination. How can I not be worried?" Xuan Yuchen's voice was filled with deep worry and helplessness.

"But compared to them, I am more worried about Xue'er." Xuan Yuchen turned to look at Xuan Liu, with a trace of pain in his eyes.

Seeing this, Xuan Liu sighed softly, took a few steps forward, and got closer to the prince. "Your Highness is right, but it is precisely because of this that we must not lose our composure. Since Lady Jiang has stepped forward, she has already made up her mind. As her backing, we should give her full trust and support. At this time, our nervousness and anxiety will not only be unhelpful to the situation, but may also affect her judgment and decision-making." Xuan Liu said earnestly.

After hearing this, Xuan Yuchen was silent for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement. However, his brows were still furrowed, and it was obvious that his worries were not completely eliminated. "I understand what Xuan Liu means, but this plague is too serious, and I can't stay out of it." Xuan Yuchen said heavily.

The two fell into silence, and the atmosphere became extremely solemn.

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On the first day, as the morning light broke, the gate of the county town slowly opened in the morning light to welcome the team coming from afar from the capital.

These teams include not only Prince Xuan Yuchen's trusted followers, but also a group of experienced imperial doctors and guards, who are tasked with finding the source of the epidemic and controlling its spread.

"Sir, the team brought by His Highness from the capital has entered the city one after another, and the imperial doctors are busy preparing to set up a temporary clinic to provide treatment for the patients." A guard hurried into Mr. Zhang's study and reported the latest situation. However, this news did not dispel the haze in Mr. Zhang's heart, because it was followed by another heavy report: "Sir, 1,800 people died today."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhang paused with his pen, and the ink splashed onto the rice paper, just like his chaotic mood at the moment. He was silent for a long time, with his eyes closed, as if he was wrestling with the disaster silently in his heart.

On the second day, the death toll climbed again, reaching 2,200. This number was like a sharp knife, cutting everyone's heart. People in the county were panicking, and panic and despair filled the air. Mr. Zhang suppressed his grief and continued to direct the epidemic prevention work, but his inner anxiety and helplessness grew day by day.

On the third day, the tragic situation in the east of the city chilled everyone's heart. The entire east of the city had almost become a dead place, with every household keeping their doors shut and the streets empty. Only the occasional coughing and crying reminded people of the suffering that was going on here. "Sir, everyone in the east of the city is sick." These few simple words weighed like a heavy burden on Sir Zhang's shoulders.

On the fourth day, when Master Zhang was called in front of Prince Xuan Yuchen again, his face was as pale as paper. Prince Xuan Yuchen's eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness. He knew the severity of the epidemic, but he was powerless. "Prince, there is no way. If the epidemic continues, the entire county will be buried with it." Master Zhang said in a trembling voice, his eyes were slightly red, and he was obviously on the verge of collapse.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuchen frowned and looked at the captain of the guard Xuan Er standing beside him.

"Has the special envoy made any progress, Xuan Er?" he asked.

Xuan Er's answer made him even more desperate: "Your Highness, Lady Jiang has never left the house, and we don't know what she is doing."

At this time, the imperial doctors who accompanied from the capital also lowered their heads. They did not dare to respond, fearing that any words of theirs would become the catalyst for this disaster.

They knew very well that this epidemic was beyond their capabilities and they could only hope that the mysterious envoy, Lord Jiang, could bring about a miracle.

As the morning light of the fifth day barely penetrated the thick haze, an unprecedented heaviness and despair filled the county government office.

In Mr. Zhang's study, the candlelight flickered, illuminating his furrowed brow and his eyes that were sunken with worry.

He listened to his subordinates' reports in a low and hoarse voice: "Your Highness, the situation is far worse than we expected. If the epidemic continues to rage, not only the county, but also the surrounding villages and towns will be affected, and the consequences will be disastrous."

Prince Xuan Yuchen stood beside Lord Zhang, his hands clenched into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but he still seemed unable to relieve his inner anxiety and helplessness.

"Sir Zhang, we must find a solution. We can't let innocent people suffer like this anymore." His voice revealed unquestionable determination, but the fatigue and worry in his eyes were hard to conceal.

"Special Envoy...is there any progress on Lord Jiang's side?" Xuan Yuchen turned to ask the captain guard Xuan Er who was standing beside him, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency in his tone.

Xuan Er shook his head.