Chapter 129
Jin Ming called everyone to stop, and Yan Qing took out the face towel that You Zhiqing had prepared earlier from the medicine box and distributed it to everyone.

These face towels are specially made, sewn with double layers of cotton cloth, and the middle layer is stuffed with some refreshing medicines such as ginger slices and mint. After passing a potion and drying them, it can reduce the risk of contracting diseases to a certain extent.

Sew a piece of cloth rope on each side of the face towel for easy tying behind the head.

After everyone put on their face towels, the group of people continued to move forward.

Before they entered Yuhuai county town, they saw a lot of people in twos and threes leaning behind the gate, half-covered with straw mats, their eyes were closed and their heads tilted, they didn't know if they were dead. still alive.

The half-covered city gate can block the cold wind to a certain extent, and the tower above the gate opening is just right to shelter from the rain, which makes the city gate a shelter for the homeless to a certain extent.

Yan Qing pursed his lips, showing an unbearable expression, let go of the hand that was holding Jin Ming's clothes, and was about to step forward to investigate the situation of the victims.

If their large group of people wanted to enter the city, they must first clear the gate of the city.

However, just as Yan Qing took a few steps, he was stopped by Yu Huaining.

"..."

Yu Huaining wanted to call Yan Qing's name, but stopped suddenly, and couldn't remember the alias Zeng Chengwen and the others called him. He was silent for a moment, and simply skipped the polite address, and reprimanded Yan Qing with a frown. "When the situation is unclear, don't act rashly."

As he said that, Yu Huaining personally stepped forward and checked the situation of several people.

For the rest, I signaled my subordinates to look at them, and they all shook their heads.

"I'm out of breath."

Yu Huaining said in a deep voice, "It's all cold, and one or two muscles are still soft, obviously it hasn't lasted for a long time."

Everyone's heart is heavy.

After looking at Yan Qing for a moment, she turned her head away as if she couldn't bear it, and hid behind the corner of Jin Ming's clothes.

Yu Huaining, who was used to listening to Yan Qing giving orders, suddenly remembered Yan Qing's identity at the moment, sighed, covered up his unnaturalness, patted Yan Qing's shoulder, and coaxed like a child: "If you can't bear to see , you should go back with Doctor Jin first?"

Yan Qing glanced at Jin Ming, but shook his head again.

Seeing her stubbornness, Yu Huaining didn't say much. He also glanced at Jin Ming, who was shocked by the starvation everywhere, sighed, and turned his head to tell his subordinates: "Clean up everyone and leave it alone. Wait until the commander arrives." , Let’s see whether to bury it or burn it.”

"Burn it."

Jin Ming finally came back to his senses, looking sadly at the several corpses under the city gate, "Looking at their black complexions and white corners of their mouths, they must be infected. The sick corpses are buried in the ground, and the disease flows downstream along the groundwater. causing the disease to spread."

These are what You Zhiqing said to Jin Ming before.

"Only by burning can the spread of the disease be reduced."

When Jin Ming said this, he couldn't bear it.

People are most particular about a buried in peace.

Even those prisoners whose heads had been beheaded and who still had family members had to find a mortician to connect their heads and bury them properly in the soil.

The most severe punishment in the world is to expose the body after death, and to die without a whole body.

It's always unacceptable for people to lose their bones and ashes.

Only the master in the temple believes that after death, the body is dead, and the soul will always be with the Buddha, so he sacrificed the body and burned it, and the bones left behind are relics, which are transformed by the immeasurable merits made by the eminent monks during his lifetime.

But the world does not believe in this.

Fallen leaves return to their roots and rest in the soil, which is what the worldly people want.

However, these innocent people who died of the disease did not even receive the treatment of death row prisoners.

If I can be saved by the Buddha, I think it will be better.

It's just that in the current situation, it is obvious that I don't have the energy to go thousands of miles away to ask the Buddha to chant sutras.

After clearing the corpses at the gate of the city, everyone officially entered the city.

Most of the low-rise houses in the city were washed away by the water, and the walls were ruined, with wet water vapor, and even dripping water.

The street was muddy, with corpses lying here and there.

There are old people, there are children, there are men, there are women...

But it can also be clearly seen that most of those who died on the street were weak and mutilated people.

The stronger ones died in the still-stretched house.

The larger ones are probably the old mansions of the gentry and wealthy families, which have survived the flood, and now they have become the residences of refugees, and there are still some living people in them.

But most of them were sick, with sallow and emaciated faces, their eyes were gloomy when they saw Yan Qing and the others approaching, but they didn't even have the strength to open their mouths to shout hungry.

After seeing two or three rooms, Yan Qing and the others dared not enter the house again.

It's not that those victims can do anything to them, but the hopeful eyes of those victims make them unable to bear to look any further.

It is true that they have come and can save some people.

But that was after dealing with the banditry in Yu Huai.

If the bandits entrenched in this place are not eliminated, how can the people be treated with peace of mind?

What's more, there may still be many lives in the hands of those bandits.

When the bandits are removed and the disaster relief comes again, how many people will survive to that time?
This is a choice related to human life, and no matter how you choose, it is doomed to be a choice that cannot be both.

They can only choose the optimal option according to the established plan, even if the optimal option is just a less bad result of choosing on the worst basis.

But for those who only looked at two or three houses, Yan Qing's heart was already ringing alarm bells.

The situation she least wanted to see finally happened.

When there is not enough to eat, in order to survive, or to live longer, some people still think about what they should not do-eating people.

The most fortunate and unfortunate thing among them is that these people still have a conscience, they have not been annihilated by the animal nature hidden in people's hearts, and eating living people has never happened.

During the snow disaster in the north, some medical officials discovered that some people were killed alive to feed themselves before they died of illness or starvation when they buried the coffins.

And among those who were killed, most of them were old people and children who had no ability to resist at all.

The city was closed by heavy snow in the Northland, and disaster relief did not start until three months after the snow disaster. Almost all the people in the Northland died, and those who were still alive were plagued by illnesses all their lives, and died of torture at the end of their lives.

This is probably the so-called retribution, but Yan Qing always felt that they who came late were the chief culprit of this disaster.

In the snow disaster in the north, she said she was there to rescue the disaster, but in fact it was more like she was there to embalm the corpse.

The situation on Yuhuai's side is better than that of the snow disaster in the North, but it's not much better.

The epidemic infection under the water disaster appeared much faster than the snow disaster.

Many people in Yuhuai County died not from starvation, but from illness.

People who ate chickens and ducks that died of disease were still susceptible to disease and even plague.

It would only get worse if they ate dead bodies infected with the disease.

 Most of them are made up, please don't textual research...

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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