Opposite the entrance hall

The second day of Qi Ran's illness was the eighth day of the outbreak of the epidemic in Xiangzhou, and the seventh day of the city's closure. The city gates were tightly sealed, and there was no way to enter or leave without permission from the government. There were people from the government on the streets day and night. Cover the mouth and nose with a white cloth and sprinkle lime water everywhere.

Plain onyx is hung on the doorframes of many families, and the mourning cries come and go, which is horrifying in the ears. Hanging money and white flags are scattered by the wind, mixed with dust, and they are sucked into the air and swayed and swayed. , The dead branches on the tree fell to the ground, and the soles of the shoes stepped on them, making a crisp clicking sound, and the lime water was sprinkled on the ground, wet the corner of the wall, and splashed mud beads.

The streets were deserted, except for the people who were buried in the pharmacies to buy medicines, there were hardly any people in sight. The doors and windows of every house were closed, and people were in panic.

The water outside the city has subsided a lot, and the chief envoy and government officials were all arranged in the isolation shed. Many medicine stoves were installed in the open space outside the shed, and people were sent to cook medicine by the stove day and night. There was no time to rest for a moment, bowls of soup and medicine were delivered to the shed, and the bitter taste in the air lingered for a long time.

In recent days, more and more people have been infected with the disease, and the number of people who have fallen ill and died is increasing every day. The people in the city have no energy to make a fuss. Open, there are also self-consciously reported to the government to enter the isolation shed.

Although there is no shortage of food, as more and more people are infected, the demand for medicinal materials increases. Ji Si received all the medicinal materials at a price twice higher than the market price, and the government arranged the medicines uniformly.

Du Heng and Liu Renxin were not in the city, Qi Ran fell ill again, a bunch of things were all on Cui Hao and Ji Si, Cui Hao was so busy that he didn't have time to take a breather, several blisters appeared in his mouth, his eyes were blue It was dark, and I hadn't had much rest since a few days ago. I was really tired, so I squinted for a while when I got the chance, so as not to fall down early.

Ji Si is not much more relaxed than Cui Hao, his injuries are still not healed, he has to lead people to check whether the people in the city are sick and refuse to report at dawn, and he has to come back at night to guard Cen Yulou to see the doctor for Qi Ran and serve him with medicine Hey rice soup, I have to look up medical books and look up ancient books in my spare time. I haven't closed my eyes since yesterday, and my eyes are bloodshot, looking scary.

Qi Ran can't dissipate the heat, and he's still sweating a lot, especially at night, when the sweat from his sweat wets his clothes every two hours. Others are afraid of getting it, and Ji Si doesn't want to give it to others , just stood by the bed, fetched water to wipe his sweat and change his clothes until dawn.

The man's breathing was very weak, his chest rose and fell slowly, and he lay there quietly, like a corpse with no signs of life. When Ji Si changed his clothes, he carefully avoided the chest, fearing that he might not touch the man's heartbeat.

There are wisps of green smoke floating in the air, with a bitter medicinal smell, which envelops the house in a hazy way.

This prescription was made by Cen Yulou, and it was found in "Taiyi Liujin Fang" from "Behind the Elbow". Two taels of croissants are said to be able to dispel the plague, so they must be smoked all day and all night.

When Cen Yulou came in, Ji Si just changed Qi Ran's clothes, heard the sound of footsteps, looked back, looked away again, and continued to feed the medicine.

"Lord Cui is here." Cen Yulou leaned over and said.

Hearing this, Ji Si looked up at him.

"According to what you said, the officials of Xiangzhou are all here, you go there first, I'm here." Cen Yulou continued.

Ji Si lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, passed the bowl over, stood up and walked to the table, washed his hands carefully, and then walked out.

When he arrived at the front hall, apart from Cui Hao and Chuyi, there were quite a few people sitting in it, all of whom were local officials from Xiangzhou, including Xiangzhou Governor Shi Qianduo. Who is the person stands up and salutes to say hello.

Ji Si nodded and looked at Cui Hao.

"The affairs in the city are properly arranged, but I don't know what to do with the fact that the corpses are piled up," the latter said, "The temperature has started to turn a little bit these days, and the number of dead corpses in the city has increased. It is not an option to pile up like this. There is no place to stay in Yizhuang. If it is hotter, it may stink. I just met a lot of people on the way back from the government office. They said they came to return the corpses of their relatives, and they deserved such a fate. I don't force them, but I have to let them rest in peace, I can't make up my mind by myself, so it's like asking Master Ji what he thinks."

Fallen leaves return to their roots and rest in the soil. This is an eternal rule, and there is nothing wrong with it logically, but Ji Si lowered his eyes and thought about it, but shook his head.

"Not returning it?" Cui Hao was a little surprised.

Ji Si didn't speak, but just looked away to look at the crowd, and then turned his gaze to Chuyi in the corner.

The latter seemed to have sensed something, raised his eyes to scan the crowd, and said with a blank face: "What are you adults doing looking at the little one?"

"Couldn't the corpses that died of the disease be returned to their families so that they can be buried in peace?" Cui Hao asked.

"Of course not, the infected corpse is also infected." Chu Yi's eyes widened, with an expression on his face, "Sir, the person who is infected with the disease has a disease in his body Angry, the sickness has not disappeared after death, and there are many people in contact with. If the sickness passes, wouldn’t it be infected again? The sickness spreads in the ground, if you are unlucky and it rains, the rainwater will flow into the river with the sickness and sand. If a normal person drinks this water, he will also be infected with the disease, so naturally he cannot return it. "

"Then according to what this little doctor said, what should I do?" One of the officials asked with a frown.

On the first day of the junior high school, he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, "I don't know, but I heard from my husband that any sickness is afraid of fire, and it can be burned when the temperature is high. The same reason, if you burn the corpse If it is clean, there will be no trouble."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the officials changed, "This... this... has a skinny body, and it would be too unethical and outrageous to be burned by my parents. Such a fact that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth... Detrimental to morality."

"The dead are the most important. The people in Xiangzhou are also raised by their parents. Because of the epidemic, they died young. How can they die without a place to bury them? There are still some children in them. This is too cruel. There will be Retribution!"

"You guys told me to say it," Chu Yi shrank his head and muttered to himself, "Why did you blame me again?"

Cui Hao was also shocked by his unimaginable remarks, he thought it was a childish speech, cleared his throat and said: "Let's think of other ways, burning people's corpses is really wicked, if the family members of the deceased know, they will have to With the name of disrespecting the deceased, ten mouths can't tell at that time, maybe there will be a panic again, what does Lord Ji think?"

Ji Si didn't make a sound, just observed the expressions on everyone's faces, and had a plan in mind, then walked to the side with his hands behind his back and sat down, then raised his chin with a half-smile.

There are some other meanings in his expression, Cui Hao squinted his eyes, and realized something was wrong, and continued following his own words: "Master Ji..."

Speaking of this, Cui Hao frowned silently, and changed his words, "It's a bit ruthless, you can't go into the ground, and there are no bones left. Those hundreds of people who died of illness really became lonely ghosts!"

Ji Si beckoned for the servant girl to bring a pen and paper, buried her head and wrote:

[Cut the weeds and root out, block the water and stop the source, you should cut it off, you will suffer from it]

"What does Master Ji mean?"

[If I remember correctly, there is a lumber factory next to Yizhuang. The sky is dry and the things are dry, and the wind is strong. It is unexpected that sparks spread here]

When he was writing, his face was extraordinarily calm, but the words he wrote were undeniably firm, as if what was burned were not hundreds of people, but some sundries.

Cui Hao still hesitated, frowning and asked: "Must be so?"

【What are you afraid of】

Keith wrote.

[Heavenly Taoism is never as good as Yoyo's life, if there is retribution, I will suffer it for you]

Cui Hao looked down at him, as if meeting this person for the first time, at first he thought Ji Si was a sycophant who flattered and misled the country, but later, he realized that he was wrong. But now he felt that he was wrong again.

A wind blew outside the house, gathering clouds and blocking the light of the sky.

In the middle of the night, in the mountains and forests outside the city, the shadows of the trees danced, the branches swayed from side to side, and the sound of rustling and crushing dead leaves broke the tranquility of the night.

At the same time, the candle in Qi Ran's room was flickering, and the wick twitched, making a sizzling sound. Ji Si took a strand of hair and placed it on the orange flame, and the tongue of flame curled up with the strand of hair. Green smoke, like the smell of flesh being burned.

Figures shuttled through the woods, and the clouds blocked the faint moonlight. Four or five people cautiously jumped out of the forest and stood outside the timber factory. Cui Hao squinted his eyes and looked around. Handed over the booklet for getting out of the fire.

Cui Hao took it, hesitated for a moment, and then threw the torch vigorously, drawing a good-looking range in the air, and finally fell straight into a pile of sawdust, the fire swallowed the sawdust, turned black from the edge, and slowly spread , and wisps of blue smoke emerged, spreading little by little towards the surroundings.

The light flickered and shone on the person's face. Ji Si cut off the tip of the candle with scissors, and the flame suddenly shot up, stretching his figure on the wall. Ji Si looked sideways at the wall His shadow finally fell on Qi Ran's body hidden behind the bed curtain.

The sound of crows flapping their wings sounded, circling the house and passing through the forest.

Cui Hao heard the sound coming from the mountains and forests, turned around and looked behind him, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked back at the raging fire in front of him, the red fire light illuminated the sky, the sky seemed to light up suddenly, black The fire smoke drifted towards the surroundings, and there was a burning sensation in the air.

"Go." Cui Hao said in a deep voice.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The fire intensified.

The blazing heat burned Ji Side's fingertips. He unconsciously withdrew his hand and looked at the flames. It was a little red, and the burning pain came from his fingertips. Ji Side lowered his eyes.

At daybreak, the show will be able to strike the gong.

The candles in the room burned all night, until the sky was fully lit, and the last drop of wax dripped on the candlestick. The door was pushed open, and the light from outside came in, which was a bit dazzling. Ji Si looked up. Block it with the back of your hand, and wait until you get used to it before putting it down and looking at the person who pushed the door.

"Something happened at the gate of the city," Cen Yulou frowned, "All the people gathered together, saying that the government couldn't cure the plague and planned to burn their bodies and slaughter the city, and now they are clamoring to leave the city."

Ji Si hooked his lips and sneered.

The mouse is out.

When they arrived at the gate of the city, the place was surrounded by the people who had heard the sound. There were broken gun ends and wooden sticks all over the ground, overturned horses, and the crowd was pushing and shoving each other. The sound, the crying, the noise, the sound was deafening, and it was a mess from a distance.

Most of the people in the city were sent to the isolation shed. There were only more than 30 people arranged at the gate of the city. It was very difficult to stop the angry people and protect a few people. Cui Hao steadied himself and frowned and shouted: "Stop!"

The noisy crowd didn't keep silent, they still rushed out of the city with all their might.

Cui Hao raised his voice again, "Fellow folks, the epidemic in the city is at a time of crisis. With so many of you crowded together, you are not afraid of catching the epidemic! Isn't it true that everyone is not afraid of death?"

A roar broke out from the crowd, "We all know that your government burned all the sick people to death, and tried to trick us into saying that they were running out of water, that they were not treated as human beings when they were alive, and that they didn't even have a bone when they died. If you stay here, you will be burned to death by the government sooner or later!"

"I just said that none of these officials is a good person. Those who died in Yizhuang may still be alive. You are taking human life like a fool!"

"We're going out of town! We can't wait to die here!"

There was a lot of voices and anger!

Before the words were finished, the crowd roared again, all kinds of stones and sticks were thrown at them, most of them were thrown at Ji Si, and one of the iron stones hit his forehead straight, if Ji Si hadn't avoided it Quick, the target is the eyes, nine times out of ten he will be blind, this man used great strength, just one swipe, blood gushed out and slid down his cheeks.

"Dog officer, go to hell!" The man roared with a ferocious face.

"Master Ji." Cen Yulou hurried over with a flustered expression.

Ji Si laughed back angrily, raised his eyes to scan the group of people, then pulled out the saber of the officer beside him, and before everyone could react, pierced it straight into the man's chest with lightning speed, and held it with his wrist Holding the handle of the knife and turning it downwards, the blade twisted the flesh and brought a trace of resistance, as if tearing a good silk cloth. Then, he pulled hard, and the warm blood sprayed out from the wound, splashing onto the faces of the people around. On the face and the back of the shoe.

The man looked down at his abdomen in disbelief, spit out blood from his mouth, staggered a few steps back, and finally fell to the ground with a "bang", kicking up a large cloud of dust.

Everyone was frightened by this sudden situation, shouting and spreading around, their eyes full of panic expressions.

Ji Si's eyes were red, and when he drew the knife, blood spilled all over his body. The blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and formed a small puddle on the ground. Against the sneer on his face, he looked like Shura crawling out of hell, full of evil spirits The trembling people's limbs trembled, and they retreated subconsciously.

He took a step forward, heavily plunged the bloody scimitar into the soil in front of a group of people, and said hoarsely, "I see today, who dares to leave the city!"

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it took a lot of effort to speak, like a rusty motouqin. It was extremely harsh, but it made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Well, there is still no small theater.

ps: That recipe is real, I checked the information.

Mr. Ji can finally speak. If he doesn't speak, I always feel that something is missing. This group of fools needs to be cleaned up. Mr. Ji is really easy to bully.