The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

Going out of Beijing this time is no different than the last time, and I have to sort out everything I need carefully.

The medicinal materials should be found as much as possible from the gap mall space and brought on the road, so as not to conjure up more medicinal materials like juggling in front of the entourage.

In addition, protective clothing has to be produced within half a month.

Because needle and thread sewing would destroy the airtightness of the protective clothing, Xue Yao asked a tailor to cut out a complete coverall, and then sealed it with glue.

Things are all over, and it just so happens that it's the little chubby boy's birthday.

This is Xue Yao's tenth birthday with the Seventh Prince.

As usual, he went out of the palace with the three little princes to play.

Knowing that Xue Yao will leave Beijing to visit relatives the day after tomorrow, the princes are not as active as in previous years.

The Seventh Prince still did not agree.

On the surface, the sixth prince taught the sixth brother to be sensible, but in fact they were all looking for opportunities to hint to Xue Yao that it would be best to let relatives come to Beijing as guests.

Nuan Baobao didn't want him to go either.

"Manly man, don't be a mother-in-law." The fifth prince comforted his younger brothers: "Go to Gusu to visit relatives, and you will be back in a month or two."

The sixth prince lowered his head in shame and did not want to keep him anymore.

The Seventh Prince looked at Xue Yao firmly, and recommended himself: "Visiting relatives requires the protection of a man."

The fifth prince said: "Yes, with Zhang Si going with him, even if he encounters robbers, he won't be afraid."

The seventh prince reminded the fifth brother in a low voice with disgust: "A man is a minister."

"Don't even think about it!" The fifth prince pinched his younger brother's chubby face: "Do the basic skills obediently in the palace according to Zhang Si's request."

Xue Yao also comforted: "Yes, Your Highness, I will be back soon, not counting round trips, about a month."

System alert: [The sense of security of land diving is reduced by 1. 】

The Seventh Prince walked away unhappy with a puffy little bun face.

Xue Yao hurriedly chased after him and coaxed him: "Your Highness practiced hard in the palace, and when he came back, he gave me a fright. Why is your obedient Highness suddenly so powerful? He's becoming more and more manly! Okay?"

"Not good." The Seventh Prince was unhappy.

Xue Yao sighed: "Your Highness has grown up, and you can't always have me by your side. When you become a prince and have a fief, I can't follow your highness to fief."

The seventh prince turned to look at him curiously: "Second brother and third brother have no fiefdom."

The older two elder brothers have been named kings, but the emperor didn't want to let his sons go to the fief early, so they both stayed in the capital for the time being.

"Maybe there will be in the future." Xue Yao explained: "And they now have their own palaces, and they don't need to be with them all the time."

The seventh prince asked nervously: "Then who will accompany them?"

Xue Yao thought about it, the second prince of Zhaishen doesn't need to be accompanied, but the third prince... Ji concubines are not alone in groups.

"With the concubine by my side, the wife is the one who will be with His Highness for the rest of his life." Xue Yao followed the temptation and looked forward to starting the heart-wrenching mission of the cold-blooded tyrant as soon as possible.

The seventh prince's brown eyes lit up, and he asked Xue Yao expectantly: "How to become a wife?"

Xue Yao smiled: "First of all, His Highness needs to find someone he likes, and she also likes His Highness, and then both parents agree, and then they can worship the world and the high hall. His Highness lifts the bride's hijab, and she becomes His Highness's wife." wife."

The Seventh Prince blinked in surprise, as if he was looking forward to this procedure, and looked at Shayaoyao, feeling a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a while before opening his mouth, and asked casually, "Do you want to worship the world with the Lord?"

"Pfft!" Xue Yao was overjoyed: "His Royal Highness wants to worship the heaven and earth high hall with the princess, why should I mess with it? Of course I can't worship with His Highness."

The Seventh Prince didn't seem to have expected this straightforward refusal, the little bun blushed all of a sudden, and said harshly to Xue Yao, "If you don't bow, you won't bow! Don't bow down to silly Yaoyao!"

Xue Yao couldn't help pinching the little fat cub's face.

Your Highness tilted his head, don't pinch!

"I bought a lot of beautiful hijabs, but I didn't cover them for Yaoyao!" The seventh prince became furious, and said harsh words to make his heartless companion regret it!

"Hahahahahahahahaha..." Xue Yao looked up to the sky and smiled very boldly!

Why is his chubby cub so cute hahahahaha!

[Sense of security of land diving minus 7]

"...Ha ha ha ha cough! Cough cough..." Xue Yao, who was suddenly choked by the system alarm, looked at the little fat boy in horror: "What's wrong with you, Your Highness?"

The little fat cub turned his head and left angrily.

The farewell before leaving Beijing this time was not very satisfactory.

It was only after a group of doctors boarded the official ship that Zhang Si knew the real purpose of Xue Yao's trip.

"Don't worry, I'm just afraid that if you meet robbers on the road, you won't be allowed to come into contact with patients in Pingrong County." Xue Yao explained the situation to Zhang Si.

"What is there to worry about?" Zhang Si didn't take it seriously: "My life is very hard. More than 30 years ago, my father and my brothers were infected with the plague and died. I can't survive well? Young master, be careful of yourself The bones of your body, I see that your body can't bear the toss."

Xue Yao looked at Zhang Si in surprise: "Has your family been killed by the plague?"

"My mother and I escaped." Zhang Si smiled: "My mother's sick child somehow didn't die in the plague. Her husband and son were all dead, and she desperately wanted to keep me. Such a species really escaped alive, not infected with the plague, but got consumptive disease."

Xue Yao was startled when he heard it.

In ancient times, ordinary people encountered such disasters, which were terribly cruel, but Zhang Si was able to face these sufferings with such an indifferent attitude. I don’t know what he has experienced.

Tuberculosis is pulmonary tuberculosis. In ancient times, it was almost terminally ill. If the rich were infected, they would live longer if they took good care of it. After the poor were infected, they would be tortured to death.

Xue Yao heard Zhang Si say that his mother was the only surviving relative, so he tentatively wanted to help: "If you are in the palace, it is not convenient to take care of your mother..."

Zhang Si sneered: "What else do you take care of? My mother died a long time ago."

Xue Yao was speechless.

Looking at the scenery on both sides of the canal, Zhang Si squinted his eyes and recalled helplessly: "It's better to be infected with the plague and die cleanly with one foot. She has a damned tuberculosis, and the copper coins that are exchanged for the grain and rice at home are all given to her." If you drink up all the medicine, your health will get worse and worse, and you will be useless, just wasting money.”

Xue Yao was a bit harsh when he heard this, but he felt that he was not qualified to judge Zhang Si's character from the perspective of having nothing to worry about.

"Her breath keeps hanging, I can't just ignore her?" Zhang Si stared blankly into the distance, recalling the beginning of his depravity: "A charlatan lied to me, saying that he had a magic medicine, and three pills would give me the medicine." My mother's medical treatment is more expensive, one grain of two taels of silver, so I went door to door in the middle of the night to take money from others, planning to sell myself to a member's family as a handyman in the future, and pay back the money after I earned it. At that time, I really didn't think I was a thief .”

"Later..." Zhang Si licked his lower lip, and his face became gloomy: "Three pills didn't work well, but my mother became addicted to drugs. Life would be better than death without the medicine. I went to the doctor, and he raised the price." , I asked for five taels of silver for one grain."

Xue Yao was startled suddenly, and only at this moment did he see the real emotions in Zhang Si's vicissitudes of eyes.

It turns out that real suffering deprives some people of the ability to show grief.

He had to bear all the burdens alone, and he didn't even have time to be hypocritical.

This seemingly flat attitude does not mean that he is indifferent. Perhaps only by maintaining such a calm attitude can he not be overwhelmed by suffering.

Xue Yao suddenly thought very sadly—the little chubby cub in his previous life caught off guard and shouldered all the burdens when his father and elder brother left.

It was also from that time that the Seventh Prince never showed any weakness or sadness.

Toughness and ruthlessness are not necessarily innate, it may just be because there is no way out and support, so you can only become the support of others.

Zhang Si is still recalling his past: "I was born to steal. I stole for a year, but I was not caught by the government. I even alarmed the worldly experts who passed by the town. The expert arrested me for the people. , I planned to hand me over to the government to ask why I stole, but the expert was moved with compassion and even accepted me as a disciple. Unfortunately, I still let him down, and my mother died. Such a disaster like me Still alive."

"You are not a scourge." Xue Yao said displeased: "Zhang Si, you have promised to be my friend. I only make friends with heroes and heroes. I don't look into the past. You have to cherish me as a friend for the rest of your life. Be a good hero."

Zhang Si grinned: "Success, I will try my best to keep your friend."

When he arrived in Pingrong County, the boundless rice fields made Xue Yao rush to Anxin.

The fact that the crops have not been neglected shows that the epidemic is not serious, and there should be no false reports of more than 70 people infected with the plague.

Along with several imperial physicians and famous doctors from the capital, they rushed to the accommodation.

It is a house dedicated to receiving central officials. The four-entry yard has gardens, and the treatment is quite good.

Xue Yao asked the concierge: "Are there any patients in the mansion for treatment?"

The concierge replied: "The doctors all come to see a doctor. There were two sick doctors in the mansion. One passed away half a month ago and was sent back to his hometown. The other has left Pingrong."

Xue Yao nodded, and took Zhang Si to live in the wing room of the third courtyard, and asked his entourage to bring disinfectant to the room where the patient lived and pour it again, and opened the doors and windows to ventilate.

This kind of behavior puzzled the accompanying doctors. There was no concept of virus in ancient times. Xue Yao's inexplicable behavior seemed to others to be superstitious and weird.

The next day, he was wearing a protective mask and went out with the doctor, which was even more incomprehensible.

This scientific safety measure, in the eyes of other doctors, is very disrespectful to patients.

Xue Yao had anticipated this situation before he came, but he couldn't explain to the ancients that viruses that require a microscope to see clearly can be transmitted through the air, so they can only act in their own way as a different kind.

After two days of clinical observation, Xue Yao felt that the patient's symptoms were somewhat similar to the plague situation described by Liu Shangyou during the Chongzhen period in historical records.

It is not uncommon for patients to cough up blood, but symptoms of lymphatic masses in the groin and underarms are likely to be bubonic plague.

This is simply the beginning of a catastrophe.

Xue Yao left the patient's residence in a panic, immediately took out the homemade mixed fatty acid soap, and asked the doctors who had been in contact with the patient to wash their hands before washing their faces.

The imperial physicians and famous physicians disdain Xue Yao's weird behavior and demands, but he is a person specially appointed by the prince, so it is difficult for everyone to say anything, and they all obediently washed their hands with soap without saying a word.

After washing, an emergency consultation will begin.

"This kind of symptom has never been recorded in the history books." The leading imperial physician said first: "Judging from the pulse condition, it is a Yin syndrome. Prescribing a dose of pungent, warm and hot medicine should be able to save life temporarily."

Several doctors stroked their beards and expressed their supplementary opinions one after another.

Xue Yao patiently listened to everyone, and then respectfully reminded: "My lord, this disease is different from ordinary Yin disease. Several members of the patient's family are infected in turn. This is a sign of a major epidemic. I think it is best to send all the sick people to the hospital together." Go to remote suburbs, isolate and treat, so as not to affect more innocent people."

The surrounding doctors looked at each other in blank dismay, apparently somewhat resistant to this strange layman.

The leading imperial physician said: "Even if it is an epidemic, as long as there is no direct contact, you will not be infected. If Mr. Xue is worried, you don't have to go out with us in the future. It is our duty as doctors to practice medicine and treat diseases. We didn't catch all the patients. Get up and throw it into the wild."

Xue Yao's heart skipped a beat, feeling like it was about to end.

If it is plague, there is currently no technical way to extract the vaccine.

Fortunately, the residences of the people in this county are not densely populated, otherwise the plague would have been out of control.

For this kind of plague, the only formula that can be made in historical works is Wu Xuanchong's "Plague Control Law", but the effectiveness of his formula is very limited, and the prevention and avoidance methods recorded in the book are still feasible.

As far as current technology is concerned, isolating patients is the most effective method.