This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The terrain of Heishuiwan is very low, because of the high incidence of floods, it is very poor.

The crops often have to be harvested before the floods, and the harvest is very limited. If the floods come earlier, it will be a busy year and there will be no harvest.

Leaving aside the flood, quite a lot of people die of hunger and commit suicide every year.

A few years ago, at the worst time, there was homicide.

Kill someone for what?

Eat meat.

In recent years, the implementation of pouring dams and effective water control has eased the severe situation.

The prince and his party rested early at night, because they were tired from the journey, the usual practice is to rest for a day first, and then start to inspect places with severe floods from the second day.

The entourage knew the itinerary, so one or two were left on duty, and the rest went to rest early.

Zhizhou sent a few servants here, but after being pushed away, they didn't bother again.

The prince leaned on the bed, looked at Chen Biao of local officials and wealthy households for a while, and put it aside to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Come on," he said.

Today, the guard stood at the door, stepped in and bowed his head, "Your Highness."

The prince thought for a while, his expression was still indistinguishable, but his tone was rare and gentle: "Find me two medical books."

The guard thought he heard it wrong, hesitantly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

It was found that the prince closed his eyes and was meditating.

He backed away quietly.

The small courtyard in the south is not as spacious as in the north. The flat-leaved grass under the handsome trees, the pointed bluestone bricks around the windows, and the remaining stars scattered inside the door all reveal nature and exquisiteness. Son.

The clouds are thick today, and the moonlight cannot penetrate.

The guards stood in the dark courtyard, and could only recognize the direction by the indoor lights.

He stood in front of Song Chunjing and Dr. Cen's door, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose the one on the left.

There was a knock on the wooden door.

The sound was muffled by the humidity.

There was a rustling sound from inside, as if it was putting on clothes.

After a while, the door opened, Song Chunjing was wearing a coat, with one hand hanging down, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

The guards could clearly see that there was no smile in those eyes, but rather a murderous look.

"Your Highness, Your Highness wants two medical skills with you." He whispered quickly.

Song Chunjing moved slightly, and the guard quickly took a step back.

The man just adjusted his posture, changed to a more comfortable posture, and leaned slightly against the door.

"Is Your Highness still free to read medical books?" He asked coldly.

"Yes, yes..." The guard felt that he had disturbed the wrong person, and replied regretfully.

Song Chunjing stood on the steps, took a look at his embarrassed appearance, turned and entered the room.

After a while, he came out and handed him two books.

The guard took advantage of the light inside the wall and glanced at it, probably one is a meridian map, and the other is about Shen Ke's miscellaneous diseases.

Holding the book in his hand, he cupped his fists in gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Song, I'm going down."

"Will you come again?" Song Chunjing asked.

The guard hesitated, "Probably not. His Highness saw half of the truth from the performance table. Maybe he was a little tired, so he asked his subordinate to borrow two books for a change of eyes."

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Song Chunjing asked again.

The guard replied: "I have already taken off my clothes."

Song Chun nodded.

The guard left, and he whispered: "Your Highness, please rest early, the humidity here is really heavy, sleeping late is not good for the joints."

The guard bowed again and retreated respectfully.

The prince stared straight at the door.

The guard went and came back, with two more books in his arms.

The prince took it over and flipped it over, and asked, "Is Song Chunjing asleep?"

The guard was taken aback, "Slept... no, not asleep."

"I should have slept at first, but my subordinate knocked on the door and quarreled with Doctor Song again." The guard organized his words and said.

The prince nodded, "What else did you say?"

"The weather here is not good for your joints, please rest early." The guard replied briefly.

The prince touched the cold medical book in his hand, the cover was a little damp, he nodded casually after listening.

The guard prepares to leave.

"What is he wearing?" the prince asked abruptly.

The guard recalled, "Thin pajamas, wearing a cotton jacket."

This time the prince didn't speak anymore, and the guards retreated consciously.

The prince opened the book, shook it off a few times, and found that there was nothing entrained in it, then turned to a random page and began to read.

On such a cold day, isn't it cold for Song Chunjing to wear so little?

What color is the cotton jacket?

Is it the spring shirt I gave him last winter?

He turned a page with his fingertips, and after a while, he turned it back again.

Song Chunjing had some problems with his joints. He couldn't stand kneeling for a long time, getting cold, or getting wet.

He doesn't wear much at night, which proves that he hasn't fallen ill yet.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned the page back again, and found that the words were extremely lively and beating, and none of them jumped into his eyes.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who has always been decisive and unrestrained, let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, his eyes were as firm as torches, and under the warm yellow light, holding the paper with his fingertips, he read it carefully.

In the early morning of the second day, after a simple breakfast, several people went to the river together.

The prince walked in front with his hands behind his back, Wu Da followed closely behind, and the other seven or eight guards surrounded him.

Song Chunjing and Dr. Cen were supposed to be on duty each day, but the crown prince instructed them to follow along.

The two dared not disobey, and walked behind with their respective medicine boxes on their backs.

At the end, I followed a guard and walked for a while. When I reached the muddy place, the guard consciously took the two people's medicine box and carried it on his shoulder.

Dr. Cen originally wanted to decline a few words, but when he saw Song Chunjing casually handing over the medicine box, he swallowed his polite words.

When we arrived at the mouth of the river, the workers were already in place and making preparations.

More than a hundred people crossed the [-]-meter-long river and dug the dam foundation extremely deep.

The prince and Zhizhou and his party stood under the tree and looked at it for a while. The foundation had been dug for four or five days, and it reached the height of half a body.

Zhizhou listened attentively, and explained: "It has always been like this, and with this one, there are a total of thirteen checkpoints, which can alleviate most of the momentum."

"Since there are already twelve dikes before, why build this?" asked the prince.

Zhizhou opened his mouth and before he could reply in time, the prince took the lead and said, "It must be because the previous ones were not enough, and even twelve ways were not enough. Is it enough to add one more? Did Zhizhou forget the tragedy of last year?"

Zhizhou opened his mouth again, his voice trembling unconsciously, "There is no other way but to build a dam."

"What's your opinion, Your Highness?" he asked.

"The embankment is going to be built, but the shape is wrong." The prince stretched out his hand, and Wu Da poked out a branch and handed it to him. "Once the river is raging, it must be rushing in the middle and slowing down on both sides. Such a straight embankment bears a lot of pressure in the middle." The pressure is too great, once it breaks down, the whole line of defense is gone."

As he said that, he drew an arrow shape on the ground, along the horizontal line in the middle, all the way to the right, and converged to the corner.

"Lei is shaped like an arrow point, which can disperse the pressure in the middle."

He tapped that corner again, "Leave an opening directly here, so you don't have to wait for the flood to break out before opening the gate to release the flood."

Zhizhou and Zhixian looked at each other with shock.

After a while, Zhizhou said with admiration: "Your Highness, this method is wonderful! I bow to you!"

The magistrate wanted to say something, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he seemed to swallow it back.

The prince said: "But it doesn't matter."

The county magistrate lowered his head and said respectfully: "The excavation is almost finished. If we change the road and dig again, it will take a lot of time."

This time the prince hadn't opened his mouth yet, Zhizhou took the lead in cursing, and said sharply: "It's not too late to mend the dead sheep! What you pay now is time, and when the water is distributed, what you pay is human life!"

The county magistrate was silent.

The prince waved his hand lightly, looking at the stone bricks in the distance, "Are these the bricks used to build the embankment?"

"Exactly." Zhizhou said.

The crown prince shook his head, "I don't need any bricks at all. Just mix the stones and pour them directly into the foundation, one hand long at a time, and then pour them when they are dry, building up layer by layer."

"What about after the foundation?" Zhizhou asked.

"Use an iron net to encircle the shape of the embankment, and cover both sides with cowhide to ensure that it is strong enough to prevent dew. Continue to pour stone paddles into it. After solidification, wash it with water every day to avoid cracks."

"In this way, there are no gaps between the stones, and the dam is a monolithic one! Ah! This good plan really saves the people from fire and water!"

Zhizhou couldn't help nodding, and after sighing, he raised his eyes again, looked at his expression, and said hesitantly: "It's just...the cowhide and stone materials are in urgent need, and the merchants will probably increase their prices accordingly, so it will cost a lot of money." .”

"Money is nothing compared to the lives of the people." The prince said, "If it exceeds the budget, the treasury will allocate it."

Zhizhou almost cried out.

For a while, my chest was filled with countless words such as "the emperor's grace is mighty, the people admire, the wise and powerful, and love the people like a child", and they were all choked in their throats and unable to speak.

Song Chunjing stood on the edge of the embankment, watching the crown prince standing in the center of the crowd like stars.

Every gesture of the hand gives people a heavy sense of oppression, and a straight nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and majestic lips are carved out of the face that does not distinguish between emotions and anger.

With a movement of their lips, everyone bent down and listened tremblingly.

Song Chunjing blinked, and his eyelids drooped immediately.

He stood under the tree, and the ground was the weak light and shadow cast by the morning sun.

The busy crowd in the distance is digging hard without stopping, desperately competing for time with the life-killing flood.

The farmers face the loess and their backs to the sky, their skin is tanned and even chapped due to lack of water.

If it wasn't for the fact that the weather wasn't hot yet, with such a rush method, he would have passed out from heat stroke in a while.

He observed for a while, his eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

The guard behind him hurriedly asked, "Does Imperial Physician Song need anything?"

This bodyguard is the prince's personal guard, specially assigned to follow Song Chunjing, not only to protect him but also to run errands according to his needs.

It is not easy to be able to take the step of being the prince's personal guard. Observing words and deeds is a necessary skill.

Therefore, even though Song Chunjing's expression only moved slightly, he was always staring at it, and immediately noticed it.

Song Chunjing thought for a moment, and asked without warning, "Have you prepared all the medicinal materials to prevent the spread of the plague after the flood?"

The guard shook his head in bewilderment, never expecting this to happen again.

"I'm going to ask the county magistrate." He said quickly.

After the guards left, Song Chunjing stood under the locust tree that was emitting new green leaves, his face was gloomy and thoughtful.

After a while, the county magistrate rushed over in person, "Master Physician, the medicinal materials are all prepared, and in previous years, they are distributed after the plague breaks out."

"How to distribute?" Song Chunjing asked.

"Of course... those who need it will come to pick it up." Zhixian replied hesitantly.

Song Chunjing opened his pursed lips, and said coldly: "Only those who are infected with the disease will come to receive the medicine. Those who are not infected always take chances, so there are very few people who come to receive the medicine for prevention."

"At that time, the streets will be full of sick people walking, which will increase the chance of infection." He said sullenly.

Zhixian turned his head and thought for a while, and his face became serious.

"According to what you mean, do you want to send it out immediately?" Zhixian asked, and immediately he said with some embarrassment: "The medicinal materials should... not be enough."

Song Chunjing was still worried at first, and he was relieved when he finished talking about the difficulties, "If it's not enough, ask His Royal Highness for it."

What he said was simple and easy, just after he asked for cowhide, stones, and silver, he wanted to reach out for medicinal materials?

The situation between North Korea and China is complicated and chaotic. Application, allocation, transportation, checkpoints, which one will take time?

When the approval is approved, maybe the floods will be over.

However, Song Chunjing seemed to see through his thoughts, and said calmly: "His Royal Highness is here, if a disease breaks out, he will bear the brunt of it. So, are you afraid that the imperial court will be short of medicinal materials from your land?"

Zhixian suddenly realized.

"Thank you for your advice, my lord, I will report to Lord Zhou right now!"

"Don't dare to do it." Song Chunjing said politely.

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