Datang: Angry at Li Er, he still begged me to come out of the mountain

Chapter 97
A pack of censer ashes was placed in front of old man Lu and the others, "These poor monks prayed for you for five days and five nights in front of the Buddha. They exhausted their efforts and only prayed for a few benefactors. You drink this soaked water, and the plague smallpox will naturally stay away from you."

Old man Lu waited for a group of villagers to kowtow to thank them one by one, holding the bag of incense burner ashes like holding a treasure.

snort!Jiang Yunqing snorted coldly and said: "Uncle Cripple, I will arrest these swindlers and keep them with Chen Wu and others. I can't control these people who swindle and swindle in other places, but they swindle and swindle me." Not on the family farm."

Uncle Lame and the others all crawled out of the dead. How many times have they fought? They only believe in the swords, guns and sticks in their hands.

Immediately, someone went up and took back the wooden basins that the monks had just received, and held them down firmly.

"Mr. Jiang Lang, this, this, we must not offend the Buddha, we must not." Seeing this situation, Old Man Lu was immediately terrified and said.

"Buddha? Buddha can save people? Then this plague will never happen. Just lock these people together with the patients in Jiangjiazhuang. I want to see if their Buddha can save them."

The monks wanted to curse at first, but when they heard Jiang Yunqing say this, their bodies trembled and their faces turned pale. They knelt down and begged for mercy: "We are liars, we are liars, don't, don't marry us Those who had smallpox were locked up together, and we knew our mistake, we knew our mistake, we really knew our mistake."

"Help, help, I don't want to die, someone killed someone, someone killed someone."

The ugly appearance of the monks also made old man Lu and the farmers in Jiangjiazhuang understand that these monks are useless, and the Buddha can't save them.

But after entering Jiangjiazhuang, it was not so easy to get out. That's it, the six monks were thrown to the centralized management point for patients, which was Chen Wu's home.

Roaring, cursing, and begging for mercy were mixed in Chen Wu's house.

The dealers were also gathered together by Jiang Yunqing, "Do you believe me, Jiang Yunqing?"

"letter!"

Everyone in Jiangjiazhuang shouted loudly at the same time almost at the same time.

Over the years, Jiang Yunqing let them see that their life is really getting better and better day by day, that they have enough to eat, wear warm clothes and have a house to live in. In their hearts, what Jiang Yunqing said is everything.

"Then let me tell you, these monks are all liars. I want you to throw away the ashes in your hands immediately. These are useless, but I, I may think of a way to cure the plague. You immediately, immediately, Throw away this incense ash."

Ah!
This made the villagers who had just received the ashes hesitate a bit, but thinking of the monks admitting that they were just liars just now, they just thought about it, and everyone threw away the ashes in their hands.

"Jiang Langjun, are you sure you have a way to cure the smallpox plague?" Old Man Lu suddenly grabbed Jiang Yunqing's next door, his face was filled with joy, and he asked excitedly.

"I'm just saying it's possible. We'll have to try it out before we know it. Now our Jiangjiazhuang is going to be united as one. Everyone is united to face the plague together. Let those ghosts and gods say nothing about it. From now on, you You have to listen to my orders for everything.

Achnatherum splendens needs to be boiled, and it must be drunk three times a day. There will be special people to take care of the patients, and I will find a cure for the plague in the shortest possible time. "

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In the Tai Chi Hall, Li Er sat decadently on the throne, with a listless face. His hair, which was originally black, now has a little gray hair, which can be easily spotted.

These days, he hasn't had a good night's sleep every night. At night, he dreams of his elder brother and his third younger brother coming to greet him, and even the plague is so special that he has no chance to breathe.

Two to three thousand people around Chang'an have died from the smallpox plague.

And I heard that the people in Chang'an City always have a high fever for no reason, and then it becomes a smallpox plague.

Now Li Er also looked confused, not knowing what to do or what to do.

Plague, fucking dead plague.

If it is a drought or flood, the imperial court can give money and food to relieve the victims. If foreign enemies invade, the imperial court can also send a large army to quell the rebellion.

But why is it that smallpox is a plague, a plague that even the most powerful doctor can't do anything about, a plague that kills people.Looking at the history books from top to bottom, even Huang Quan was powerless to do anything about the plague, especially the current spread of the plague, which is no longer under the control of the imperial court.

Merchants are closed, people stay behind closed doors, the autumn harvest is approaching, no one is working, no one is doing business, no one is farming, and the entire Tang Dynasty seems to have come to a sudden halt.

What made Li Er even more angry was that he had nightmares about Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji, and he didn't know who spread the news. Now the smallpox plague is on Li Er's head It was said that it was Li Er's retribution for killing his brother and seizing the throne.

To say that Li Erde is not worthy is not the real son of destiny at all, and blame Li Er for all his faults. In fact, since Li Er took the throne, all kinds of natural disasters have really come one after another. In addition, there are people behind him. The purpose is to scold Li Er, but the whole world is scolding, Li Er can't really be arrested and punished, this is just lip service.

If Li Er is serious, you are serious and can't afford to play. You just admit that the things you do are not things.

So these days, Li Er has been suppressed to the point of madness. How could he, Li Shimin, take care of all these things? Fortunately, Li Er can bear the pressure in his heart, and he can still hold on.

If it was someone with a poor mental quality, he would have already broken the jar and given up on himself.

Everything was going towards him. Li Er didn't need Wei Zheng's supervision, so he came to the door very honestly and proactively. He opened his mouth and said: "My dear friends, natural disasters continue, and I am willing to issue an edict to punish myself." , burn incense and accuse God, hoping to receive God’s blessing and bless us, the Tang Dynasty, to cross this hurdle as soon as possible. Bless the people of the Tang Dynasty.”

"Your Majesty is wise."

Li Er is completely softened and convinced. Since Li Er's attitude is so good today, the officials will not say anything more. Now Li Er is really uncomfortable, and he himself admits that he is cowardly. If you still go to scold him for giving him bad luck, then his 100-meter long knife, I am afraid that your entire family will not be able to escape.

Zheng Wang Zhimian, the imperial physician of the imperial medical office, also became a posthumous saint after the early dynasty.

(End of this chapter)