"It can't be cured, wait for death, say goodbye..."

Bian Que’s three consecutive pictures are very interesting.

But when it comes to reality, it makes people feel despair.

He knew how to treat malaria. After all, the environment he was in in his previous life allowed him to contact many people who were infected with this disease.

The solution is very simple: take injections and take medicine.

But in this era, it is impossible.

"It's not what I want, I can't help it. The so-called doctor is the heart of his parents. I will never stop seeing you and die, but..."

Bian Que sighed and did not continue to say anything.

Zhao Hong, the magistrate of Taiyuan next to him, said: "Young Master Yang knows how many refugees entered the city yesterday, and how many refugees entered the city today?"

There was a gesture of preaching immediately in his words.

"Yesterday, a total of 1,380 people entered the city, 521 men, 859 women, 176 elderly, 265 young children. 356 seriously ill and 472 mildly ill. As of today, the city gate was opened, a total of three people died."

Yang Mo's tone was very calm, without the excitement he had just said: "There is no statistics today."

But it was these simple and unconventional words that surprised everyone slightly, and the magistrate Zhao Hong was even more trembling with his lips and couldn't speak.

"How did he know so much?"

Li Xiuning was also surprised. She only knew about how many people came in yesterday, and she was not as clear as Yang Mo.

I thought to myself, I was afraid that the officials in charge of resettlement of refugees in the city were not as detailed as Yang Mo knew.

"How did you, Mr. Yang know so clearly?"

Zhao Hong was dumbfounded.

"Nonsense, we have to measure the length of every refugee who comes in and weave straw sandals, so we will naturally know!"

Li Bai next to him saw that he was a Taiyuan parent official and was in charge of resettlement of refugees. He didn't even know how many refugees came in every day, so he naturally had no good feelings for him. He directly retorted: "You just need to deduct food from the refugees' mouths, and you can't eat the calluses on your feet. How could you pay attention?"

Li Xiuning suddenly realized that no wonder Yang Mo and Ma Sanbao and Li Bai disappeared all day long these days.

A few days ago, two people met in the mansion. He seemed to have not seen him, and he did not say hello and left in a hurry.

I thought I had gone to Shi Yunrong again, and I was depressed for a whole day, and only then did I know what he was doing.

A pair of beautiful eyes were placed on Yang Mo. He was hesitating, but at this moment he secretly strengthened his determination.

Yang Mo raised his hand and stopped Li Bai's sarcasm that was ready to go.

"Justice Zhao just asked me if I knew how many people came in yesterday. I guess it was because Yang Mo and a gangster don't understand government affairs."

"Yang Mo first contacted the first group of refugees in the city. After seeing this, he felt unbearable. He trusted Madam Li to open a warehouse and release grain. After the refugees around him heard the news, at the highest point in Taiyuan, there were about 5,328 refugees every day."

"There are more than 30,000 refugees in the city now. Fortunately, no one of these refugees was infected with malaria. However, since yesterday, most of the more than 1,000 refugees have been infected. Now they have entered the city. They are just a simple quarantine. No one knows how many people have been in contact and how many people have been infected."

"If a group of refugees get sick today and don't help them. If a group of refugees come tomorrow, I'm afraid that in the end, all the refugees will die of illness, but the people in the city will also get sick."

Seeing Yang Mo's aggressive attitude, Zhao Hong looked a little displeased, but he was not happy in front of Li Xiuning: "That's why we have just discussed with Miss Li here. If these more than a thousand refugees were divided into mild and severe cases according to what Mr. Yang said, and were isolated and treated separately, I would like to ask the young master, who will do these things? What if the disease was spread to the city because of the treatment of these people?"

"If the government office puts most of its energy on more than a thousand refugees, what should the refugees in the city do? What should the refugees outside the city do?"

The more Zhao Zhizhou said, the more righteous he was on his face: "Although these refugees were not under the jurisdiction of our province, they came to Taiyuan, just like the people of our province. As a Taiyuan parent official, if Zhao could save him, how could he not save him?"

"This state has been 42-year-old life. Although it has no achievements, it has experienced several famines. Disaster relief and disaster relief have been saved since ancient times. Where can I save everything?

"No matter whether it is serious or whether it is temporary or urgent, if the food is limited, there will be endless disaster victims. Because the more than 30,000 disaster victims and human resources are all placed in the city, they have reached a point where they cannot support it."

"If you are like Mr. Yang, you can save this and that, in the end, I'm afraid that the whole city will not be able to save it."

At the end, Zhao Zhizhou's face became more and more calm, but every sentence was nodded and agreed by the people around him.

Obviously, everyone agreed and ignored the group of infected victims and let them die on their own.

In their opinion, although cruel, it is the best solution.

In the face of famine, not giving up on everyone, this concept has been engraved into Yang Mo's bones.

Therefore, when he saw the people around him nodding - even Li Bai and Ma Sanbao fell into deep thought, Yang Mo suddenly realized something.

What he wanted to do was not only convince Li Xiuning, but also get her consent.

We must use modern people's thinking to counter the cognition of the rulers of feudal dynasties.

Even Li Bai, the people sitting here, are used to seeing all kinds of misery in the world.

In their opinion, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people will not die.

In their opinion, giving up the lives of more than a thousand people in exchange for the people all over the city is the correct way to deal with it.

In a trance, Yang Mo felt a sense of powerlessness.

He wanted to change all this, but he didn't know how to start.

Seeing Yang Mo being stunned, Zhao Hong stroked his sparse beard: "Young Master Yang was worried about the victims and even made straw sandals for them. It can be considered a great kindness and righteousness. But he didn't understand the disaster relief, which is understandable."

Yang Mo felt the scene he saw when he measured the size of the victims yesterday: he was ragged, pale and thin, and his feet were rushing to the road, and someone could see the bones.

Everyone's eyes were full of desire when they saw themselves.

Some people even sell their children to themselves just to exchange for a steamed bun.

What's more, when I was receiving rice porridge, I fell to the ground and starved to death as soon as I raised my hand.

These scenes kept flashing in his mind.

Just as Zhao Zhizhou finished the fight again, Yang Mo snorted coldly.

"Zhao Zhizhou's disaster relief theory is righteous and dignified, and he is indeed righteous."

"I dare not say that the grain in the three major granaries in Taiyuan is piled up like mountains, but it is enough for the people of Taiyuan to have more than half a year."

"Although there are many refugees in the city, there are three large camps of soldiers and bad people to maintain order and orderly. There are constant singing and dancing in the streets. In the deep courtyard, the banquets are still there."

"Didn't Zhao Zhizhou hold a banquet in Chunyang Building to entertain grain merchants from all walks of life yesterday? I heard that there were fifteen girls who were drinking alone."

Yang Mo looked at him coldly: "It is not an exaggeration to describe Taiyuan under Zhao Zhizhou's rule. How could the disaster relief mentioned by the magistrate said that the Taiyuan government affairs yamen has frequently collapsed?"

Although Taiyuan is the territory of the Li family, Li Xiuning only holds military power in his hands. Most of the time, the Li family does not care about government affairs.

It was still handed over to the government affairs team in Taiyuan - officials mainly composed of the prefect Zhao Hong.

As the spokesperson of the Li family in Taiyuan, Li Xiuning has military power and great power.

You can do whatever you want, and appoint officials in Taiyuan government officials, and you can also dismiss whoever you want to dismiss.

It is not an exaggeration to use the Taiyuan Emperor to describe the Li family.

But even so, Li Xiuning did not want to protect whoever he wanted to protect his power, after all, he had to convince the public.

Just like how to deal with more than a thousand refugees, she could deny Zhao Zhizhou's proposal, but she could not adopt Yang Mo's suggestion when Zhao Zhizhou opposed it.

She had long been a little dissatisfied with the magistrate's ruling on the disaster victims' issues, but she knew nothing about how to provide disaster relief and could only rely on them.

At the same time, I also know that this Taiyuan magistrate named Zhao Hong relies on his good personal relationship with his father, and he always regards himself as an elder in front of her and is very arrogant.

Chunmei has heard more than once that Zhao Hong privately called her the three major camps of the Li family, the hen Sichen.

He even wrote to Chang'an, asking his father to choose someone else.

It's just that she can't have an attack due to face.

Hearing Yang Mo said this, he secretly applauded him.

Yang Mo did not give Zhao Hong a chance to refute, and stood up: "Since you, the governor of Taiyuan, do not want to care about the lives of more than a thousand refugees, I, a poor military chief clerk, will be in charge. Your Taiyuan government office will not dare to save the lives of more than a thousand refugees. I, the son-in-law of the Duke's Mansion, will save you."

After saying that, he bowed to Li Xiuning, who had not spoken, and turned around to leave.

"Yang Mo! You, a mat and footwear seller, what should you save?"

After being scolded by Yang Mo, even his privacy was pulled open in public. Zhao Hong became furious and did not care about Li Xiuning's presence and was furious.

"And my Li family!"

Li Xiuning also stood up, his face as if frost.

Yang Mo was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Li Xiuning would support him under such circumstances.

"In my opinion, Zhao Zhizhou is a legitimate business. What can I do? If you talk about your origin, Yang Gongzi was the descendant of Emperor Wu's bloodline. The magistrate's ancestor lived in Youzhou for generations and took the slaughter as his career. His father despised the magistrate because of this?"

Li Xiuning hummed slightly, venting all her dissatisfaction with Zhao Hong these days.

He walked slowly to Yang Mo and looked at him and said, "Young Master, how do you want to save the disaster?"

"Don't give up any victim."

"Okay, what the young master wants to do, do it and apply everything. I will order people to dispatch them from the mansion and the army."

Yang Mo looked at Li Xiuning with determination in front of him, nodded, and raised his hand to salute: "Yang Mo thanked Miss Li on behalf of the refugees."

Then he turned around and strided away from the government office.
Chapter completed!