"Master Zhao...Don't worry, we have been following you for a while, and this is a small mountain village, and there will be no bandits." A little yamen runner looked at the middle-aged yamen runner and said with a smile.

"Well...!" Hearing the little yamen runners say this, the middle-aged yamen runners, who are called Master Zhao, also nodded slightly and said: "We people who eat public food must be careful at all times. You don't know that the peddler's death is very terrible.

My whole body was covered with dark spots and died of vomiting blood. According to my experience, I must have been given some terrible poison, so after I arrived at the mountain village, I was not allowed to touch the water and food inside.”

"I understand... Master Zhao..." All the yamen runners answered in unison.

In this way, a group of seven yamen runners walked into the mountain village, and the beauty of the mountain village also made the yamen runners amazed, but the middle-aged yamen runner felt that something was wrong. What was wrong?

After entering the small village at the beginning, no one saw it all the way. This is very abnormal, because although this is not the busy farming season, it is also a critical moment for planting melons and getting melons.

Generally speaking, it should be when farmers are busy, and there are large areas of fields outside. It is impossible for anyone to see them all the way. Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the village. What surprised the middle-aged yamen runners even more was that there was still no one in the village at this time.

I saw that there was death silence in the village, and I could not hear the crowing chickens and dogs, as if there was no one here.

"Master Zhao...What's going on in this village? Why is there no one there..." A young yamen runner felt something strange and instinctively came to the middle-aged yamen runner's side.

At this time, the middle-aged yamen runner Zhao also plucked up the courage and said, "Don't panic, there are seven people here, everyone pull out the knife, let's go into the village together to take a look."

"Okay..." The yamen runners all said ok, then everyone pulled out their own swords and formed a simple formation. You and I leaned on them and walked into the village step by step. After entering the village, the middle-aged yamen runner shouted: "Is there anyone..."

It was just a silent answer to the middle-aged yamen runner.

Then the middle-aged yamen runner shouted again, but no one answered. Helplessly, the middle-aged yamen runner had to say, "Let's go... and take a look at the house in the village, but when you go in, everyone must be careful."

"Yes... Mr. Zhao..." The yamen runners answered in unison.

Then a group of people found a larger house and then slowly touched it in. The middle-aged yamen runner took the lead and kicked open the door of the house. After kicking it open, all the yamen runners were stunned.

Then the youngest yamen runner cried out in horror: "Ah... dead people, dead people, all dead people...!"

It turned out that all the dead people in this house were dead, as if the whole village was dead. What's even more strange is that the way these dead people died was almost exactly the same as the peddler, with dark spots all over his body, rotting, and vomiting blood.

"Not good..." Suddenly, the middle-aged yamen runner swallowed his saliva in his throat, and then his face became extremely frightened: "This is not poisoning, this is a plague..."

This song "The Dead Rat" is widely circulated and was rated as "A strange thing, unbearable to hear it." However, the tragic thing is that when Shi Daonan wrote this poem, he was already infected with the plague and died within a few days. He was under 30 years old. His mother, wife and others died together. Only two children survived, which made people feel sad.

And no one expected that the Tang Dynasty would have the Black Death...!
Chapter completed!