The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 247 Using the power of the world to support the people of China

Suddenly, countless scenes flashed through the boy's mind.

At this moment, he felt valued, and felt that he had truly become a human being.

Instead of being just a pig dog surrendered between heaven and earth like before.

I felt the respect and the care from the imperial court.

It was a feeling he had never felt before.

"This is determined by His Majesty himself, how dare I use this kind of thing to deceive you?"

Zhang Runde looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

To be honest, at the time, when he heard about Sun Jie's decision, he couldn't believe it either.

But the reality is like this, Sun Jie will not only do his best to treat these people, but will even provide free medical treatment.

Of course he understands how much effort has been put into it, and he never dared to think about it in the past.

The boy jumped up from the bed with a huff, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed to Zhang Runde repeatedly.

"Little man, little man, woo woo woo!"

There are all kinds of words in my heart, but at this moment, all of them are blocked.

I didn't know what to say, and the only thing that came out was crying.

It's like the appearance of a wronged child when he saw his parents.

I have been a dog for more than ten years, and I have been a pig for more than ten years. Today, I finally became a human being.

Zhang Runde's voice spread throughout the ward, and after a short time, almost all the patients looked like teenagers.

This is something that they never dared to think about. At this moment, it really fell on them.

"You people must remember His Majesty's gift. Without Your Majesty, you would have become a pile of bones on the roadside!"

Zhang Runde looked around and spoke.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live!!!"

The young man faced Chang'an, kowtowed heavily, and kept shouting.

Hysterical, exhausted his whole body strength.

Soon, the patients in the room also shouted together.

It was just Sun Jie's casual decision that attracted the respect of these people.

For thousands of years, the people on this land have had a hard time.

The superiors only care about how much oil and water they have to squeeze out of them, they never think that they are also living people, and they never care about their life or death.

"The people are more important than the king, and the country is second", this sentence is often just a symbolic slogan, and it is only here with Sun Jie that it has come true.

The people are the cornerstone of the world, so Sun Jie must treat them kindly.

As for the money spent, of course it will be recovered from other places.

When the arsenal produces enough weapons, when the sea is covered with armored fleets, do you still worry about not being able to get money?

Use the power of the world to support the people of China.

That's it!

……

Time passed silently like this, and the second year of Zhonghua came slowly.

On the square outside the palace, a red flag was slowly raised in the early sun of the first day of the new year.

Sun Jie led all the civil and military officials and stood under the flag, watching the flag rise slowly.

The heavy playing music echoed continuously in the square, and the sound of elegant music was rich and loud.

Chime bells, big drums, these traditional music, played the national anthem.

The red flag fluttered in the wind, and two blue horizontal bars crossed the flag.

A huge blue sun, reflected on the two horizontal bars, shines brilliantly.

The blue horizontal bar symbolizes the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the future territory.

That big sun symbolizes the sun in the sky and the glory of the empire.

The sun will always shine on the lands of the Empire, wherever, wherever.

This is the national flag designed by Sun Jie.

The national anthem was adapted by Sun Jie using the gage music of this era, and then using "Qin Feng Wuyi" as a model.

The whole song is full of gold and iron horses, full of iron and blood fighting.

With the fall of Yale, the flag also rose to the top of the flagpole.

Civil and military officials stood on both sides behind Sun Jie, watching the flag go up.

The flag represents Great Qin and the empire.

One day, the flag will be planted all over the world along with Daqin's iron hooves.

Just like the Great Qin Empire thousands of years ago, conquer all the lands that can be seen.

The civil and military officials behind them did not pay as much attention to the flag in front of them as Sun Jie did.

They were more just because of Sun Jae's request.

In this era, although the flag has many symbolic meanings, few people regard it as a symbol of a country.

Sun Jie also knew what these civil and military officials were thinking, and he could tell from their performance, but he didn't criticize them harshly, because this matter took time to cultivate, and it didn't happen overnight.

The cold wind was blowing, and the flags were fluttering.

Sun Jie took a long breath and returned to the imperial study.

The civil and military officials behind him also returned to their respective posts and started working.

Originally they had annual leave, but now the plague in Beiping Mansion has not been completely eradicated, so almost all these officials are at work.

Sun Jie is no exception.

The epidemic in Beiping Mansion worried Sun Jie, but made Zhang Xianzhong happy.

This winter was extremely cold, and it snowed heavily in Xiangyang City. Zhang Xianzhong led his followers, wandering around aimlessly in Xiangyang City.

Compared with the sad look when the king of Tang was going to attack before, he was much happier at this time.

Tang Wang's soldiers and horses have also stopped attacking. When the epidemic in Beiping Mansion began, the war came to an end.

The reason why King Tang stopped had nothing to do with the epidemic in Beiping Mansion.

It is purely because the snow is too heavy this year, it is really not a good time to attack, and we can only wait until the beginning of spring.

There was an epidemic in Sun Jie's territory, and the king of Tang retreated temporarily. These two things were enough to make Zhang Xianzhong laugh from ear to ear.

However, it wasn't just these two things that made him happy.

There are not many people in Xiangyang City, and it can't compare with the prosperous Chang'an City, and the harm he has caused here is not light.

But he doesn't care, as long as he is happy, what does the life and death of the people have to do with him?
These rebels, in the final analysis, just want to get rich.

He looked in the direction of Beiping Mansion, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

A long time ago, he had heard others say that when Meng Yuan was marching and fighting, he liked to use a stone thrower to throw diseased cattle, sheep, or dead bodies into the enemy's city, so that the enemy's city The disease was rampant, causing it to collapse from within.

Zhang Xianzhong thought, since Meng Yuan can do this, why can't he do it himself?

But he had never done it before, and he didn't know if this kind of thing would work.

His courage is indeed great, but more is ignorance.

"If I send someone to get a few corpses from Beiping Mansion and throw them into King Tang's territory, or to other places, will they be defeated without a fight?"

The corners of his mouth were turned up, proud of his way.

He even used the idiom "Soldiers who surrender without fighting", which is simply a disgrace to this idiom.

After thinking about it, I think this method is feasible.

It's not a big deal now, and I'm just idle, so I might as well send some soldiers out to try.

At that time, as long as they are not allowed to come back, there will be no problems.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible.

The speed under his feet was a little faster, and a line of footprints spread along the road.

It was a cold day, and the wind and snow swept the earth.

This snow ravaged thousands of miles.

A small group of people quietly left the Xiangyang border and headed towards the capital.

Zhang Xianzhong sent out this team, led by one of his cronies.

This confidant is usually very loyal to him, but in Zhang Xianzhong's eyes, loyalty is of no use.

The confidant is called Shitou. He is ordinary, just like his name, and he is full of stupidity.

I didn't know that this epidemic was different, nor did I know that the epidemic was contagious.

Before leaving, Zhang Xianzhong patted him on the shoulder and said: "After you come back, I will become the emperor, and I will reward you as a prince. As long as you do well, the prosperity and wealth will last for countless generations!"

Maybe it's because he doesn't know the harm of the epidemic at all, maybe it's because he is greedy for glory and wealth, maybe it's because of his loyalty to Zhang Xianzhong.

All in all, he has embarked on the journey now, and he still has a lot of expectations in his heart.

When he entered Henan, the snow became heavier.

But he didn't care.

……

I don't know when spring will come, and this long winter will never pass.

The city of Beiping was very quiet. There was not a single pedestrian on the street, and there was nothing else except the piled up snow and ice.

The snow on the road is very thick, and there is a lack of manual cleaning, which is what it looks like now.

With the widespread use of the modern medicine brought by Sun Jie, the epidemic in Beiping Prefecture has gradually been brought under control.

But it also paid a very painful price, and many people died.

Fifty miles south of Beiping Prefecture, several huge blast furnaces were erected here.

A dozen soldiers in white protective clothing stuffed the corpses accumulated on the ground into the blast furnaces one after another.

The scorching flames mercilessly devoured these corpses.

The corpses that died of the disease must be treated harmlessly.

Burn it with a strong fire, stir it with lime, and bury it deeply.

These soldiers are already familiar with the road, and they are very skilled in stuffing these corpses into the blast furnace one after another.

A stench of protein continuously spread in the air.

Five miles further to the south, a few embarrassed and exhausted people were walking in the heavy snow.

The leader was Wu Youxing. Although his face was full of exhaustion, his gaze remained firm.

Reaching into his bosom, he took out a dry rice ball baked by his wife.

With an old pickle, he grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

He chewed casually, and slowly swallowed into his stomach.

Turning around, he looked at the attendants behind him, as well as his own son, and said, "We will be in Beiping Mansion soon, let's persevere!"

Along the way, his entourage lost a lot.

But the rest of these people almost all followed him firmly without any complaints.

In fact, these attendants had been his patients before, and he had shown great favor to these attendants.

It is precisely for this reason that these followers will follow him unswervingly.

Along the way, I met bandits and soldiers, and many died, but the rest did not abandon and followed.

In this year, sometimes, because of a promise or a kindness, life and death will follow.

When I came out, I brought a lot of money with me, and it was almost enough to spend on the way.

After eating, he regained some strength, and took out a crumpled booklet and a bald brush from his arms.

Turning to the page where the writing was written, I dipped the brush with my saliva and wrote slowly.

This is his unfinished "Theory of Plague", with additions, deletions and revisions along the way.

After working for a while, I put it in my arms again.

Speed ​​up a few points.

The strong wind is still howling, and the heavy snow is still falling.

Between the vast expanse of land, streaks of black smoke rose suddenly.

The stench of burning protein in the air became stronger and stronger. Wu Youxing knew that it was the smell of burning corpses.

"It's not far from Beiping Mansion, it's finally here!" Wu Youxing said.

"what is that?"

Wu Yanghao, who was walking behind Wu Youxing, suddenly pointed and shouted.

Looking in the direction of his finger, Wu Youxing saw the erected blast furnaces.

"It should be a blast furnace used to burn corpses, what's so strange about that?" Wu Youxing was noncommittal.

"No, it's not the blast furnace, it's under the blast furnace, look under the blast furnace, what's that!"

Wu Yanghao's face was full of panic. He pointed at the soldiers in white protective suits under the blast furnace and shouted in panic.

The white protective clothing wrapped the person tightly, like a white snowman, more like a ghost.

The blast furnace is black, the surrounding ice and snow are white, and these soldiers are also white.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see the busy soldiers under the blast furnace.

In Wu Yanghao's eyes, these were not soldiers at all, but white ghosts wandering between heaven and earth.

It's not that Wu Yanghao insisted on thinking about it, but the scene in front of him was too weird.

It was a very, very strange thing to see a few ghostly white figures carrying corpses into the blast furnace in the boundless world.

Corpse, death, white shadow, ghost!
It's hard not to think about it.

At the prompt of Wu Yanghao, Wu Youxing also saw the white figure under the blast furnace.

He hurriedly stopped in his tracks and stood there blankly.

He kept squinting his eyes, hoping to see it clearly.

But the protective clothing on these soldiers wrapped them tightly.

It can only be seen that it is a humanoid shape, and the real face cannot be seen at all.

When the north wind blows, the wind and snow howl, adding to the weirdness.

"Gollum!"

Wu Youxing swallowed, her right hand trembling.

"Impossible, there can't be such a thing in the world. It must be an illusion, it must be our illusion!"

Wu Youxing kept shaking his head.

After being a doctor for so many years, he has naturally seen many dead people. He had never encountered such a thing before, and now it suddenly appeared in front of him, which is really unacceptable.

He kept telling himself that everything in front of him was just an illusion.

"Father, what the hell is this? It's so white, it's like a ghost. I've never seen it before, nor heard of it!"

Wu Yanghao was terrified and sweated coldly.

(End of this chapter)