Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Zhu Biao became even more anxious when he heard this. He stood up and asked anxiously, "Old doctor, what should we do? Is there any way to control the plague?"

The old doctor pondered for a moment and said, "The first step to control the plague is to isolate the patients and prevent the virus from spreading. Secondly, we need to collect medicinal materials as soon as possible to treat the patients. But my strength is limited, and the medicinal materials are expensive. The village really cannot afford it."

Zhu Han thought for a moment and made a decisive decision: "Old doctor, you go back first to stabilize the plague and prevent it from spreading further. We will find a way to solve the problem of medicinal materials."

Upon hearing this, the old doctor's eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, and he quickly bowed and saluted: "Thank you both for your kindness! I would like to thank you on behalf of the entire village!"

After sending the old doctor away, Zhu Han and Zhu Biao fell into deep thought again. Zhu Han turned to Zhu Biao and said, "Your Highness, the plague is urgent and we must act immediately."

Zhu Biao nodded, his eyes flickering with determination: "Uncle Han, we not only need to collect medicinal materials, but also ask our father to send medical officers to assist us."

Zhu Han pondered for a moment, then said with a firm look, "Your Highness is right. We will act separately. I will immediately write a letter and send it back to the capital by express horse, requesting the court to provide medicinal materials and medical officers. Your Highness will temporarily settle down here and help the old doctor stabilize the plague and prevent further spread."

Zhu Biao nodded, his eyes flashing with anxiety and determination: "Uncle Han Wang, I will go and discuss with the old doctor to see how to isolate the patients more effectively and reduce the risk of virus transmission."

Zhu Han nodded, then turned to his attendant and instructed, "Go and prepare the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. I need to draft the letter immediately." The attendant withdrew and returned with the four treasures of the study a short while later.

Zhu Han wrote quickly, his handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and his words revealed an unquestionable determination and urgency. After writing, he sealed the letter and handed it to another attendant: "This letter is extremely urgent. It must be sent back to the capital overnight and delivered to your majesty personally."

The attendant took the letter, looked solemn, bowed and left in a hurry. Zhu Han looked at the attendant's back and prayed silently in his heart that everything would go smoothly.

At the same time, Zhu Biao had found the old doctor, and the two were discussing countermeasures in a simple clinic in the village. Zhu Biao listened carefully to every suggestion of the old doctor, nodded his head from time to time to show his agreement, and put forward his own opinion: "Old doctor, I think we can set up a checkpoint at the entrance of the village to test people entering and leaving the village, and immediately isolate and observe if abnormalities are found."

The old doctor heard this and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes: "Your Highness is right. This method can effectively control the spread of the plague. However, it requires a large number of people to implement it."

Zhu Biao thought for a moment and said, "I will mobilize the young and strong people in the village to assist. At the same time, I will arrange for the guards to take turns on duty to ensure that the checkpoint operates 24 hours a day."

The old doctor nodded repeatedly, his gratitude overflowing with words: "With His Royal Highness the Crown Prince here, I feel much more at ease. I will go prepare the isolation area and ensure that the patients are properly accommodated."

After the two men had made their decision, they took action separately. Zhu Biao went to the village to mobilize the young men and guards, while the old doctor led several assistants to set up the isolation area.

As night fell, the whole village was enveloped in a tense yet orderly atmosphere. Although the villagers were filled with fear and anxiety, they gradually calmed down under the comfort and guidance of Zhu Biao and the old doctor and began to actively cooperate with the epidemic prevention and control work.

At the same time, Zhu Han was anxiously waiting for news from the capital in the inn. He paced back and forth, stared at the dark night sky outside the window, and silently prayed that everything could be resolved as soon as possible.

Finally, in the morning of the next day, a messenger on a fast horse arrived at the inn. Zhu Han hurried forward, took the secret letter from the messenger, and quickly opened it to read. In the letter, Zhu Yuanzhang had agreed to send medical officers and medicinal materials to support, and promised to fully support the prevention and control of the plague.

Zhu Han was relieved and quickly summoned Zhu Biao and the old doctor to discuss the next steps. The three of them sat together and carefully studied the timetable for the arrival of the medical officer and medicinal materials, as well as how to distribute the materials to the villagers in need in the shortest possible time.

Zhu Han said in a deep voice: "We must ensure that the supplies can be delivered in time, and at the same time we must do a good job of ideological work for the villagers, so that they understand that this is the court's care and support for them."

Zhu Biao nodded in agreement: "Uncle Han is right. I will personally lead the guards to help distribute the supplies and patiently explain the court's intentions to the villagers."

The old doctor also added: "I will set up a receiving point in the clinic to ensure that the medicinal materials can be quickly stored and the treatment work can begin."

After the discussion, the three people had a clear division of labor and each devoted themselves to the intense work. Zhu Han personally wrote a letter to the villagers, explaining in detail the court's assistance measures and the importance of plague prevention and control, hoping that the villagers could unite and fight the plague together.

Zhu Biao led his guards to inform the villagers door to door about the establishment of checkpoints and quarantine areas. He stopped in front of a simple farmhouse and knocked gently. The door slowly opened, and a haggard woman poked her head out. When she saw Zhu Biao, a trace of surprise and hope flashed in her eyes.

"Madam, I'm here to help you," Zhu Biao said gently. "In order to control the plague, we have decided to set up a checkpoint at the entrance of the village to check the body temperature of people entering and leaving. At the same time, the village will set up an isolation area to provide treatment for sick villagers."

After hearing this, the woman's eyes slightly reddened and she nodded gratefully: "Thank you, Your Highness, our village really needs this kind of help. My husband is sick and I don't know what to do."

Zhu Biao felt even more heavy-hearted when he heard this. He comforted her softly, "Don't worry, the court has sent doctors and medicines, and everything will be fine. The most important thing now is that everyone should cooperate with our work, reduce going out, and avoid cross infection."

The woman nodded repeatedly, tears flashing in her eyes: "Don't worry, Your Highness, we will definitely cooperate. However, there are still many elderly people and children in the village who don't understand these things, so Your Highness will have to take more care of them."

Zhu Biao solemnly promised: "Madam, please rest assured that we will arrange personnel to go door to door to publicize epidemic prevention knowledge and ensure that everyone can understand and comply with epidemic prevention measures."

After bidding farewell to the woman, Zhu Biao went on to inform the next family. Every time he went to a place, he patiently explained and carefully comforted the villagers, and the villagers gradually changed from their initial doubts to trust and support.

At the same time, the old doctor was busy in the isolation area, instructing his assistants to place the patients and recording the condition of each patient. When Zhu Biao arrived at the isolation area, the old doctor was bending over to take the temperature of a child, looking focused and serious.

"Old doctor, what's the situation?" Zhu Biao asked with concern.

The old doctor looked up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a deep voice: "The situation is not optimistic, and the number of patients is still increasing. Fortunately, with the support of the court, we finally have some means to deal with it."

Zhu Biao nodded, his eyes firm: "Old doctor, please persevere. The court and the villagers are watching us, we can't give up." The old doctor smiled slightly, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes: "Your Highness, don't worry, although I am old, I am a kind-hearted doctor and I will do my best."

The two men patrolled the isolation area. Zhu Biao asked about the condition of each patient in detail and comforted and encouraged them.

As night fell, Zhu Han was sorting out the day's records and reports in the inn. At this time, there was a light knock on the door. Zhu Han looked up and saw Zhu Biao pushing the door open, looking a little tired but with a firm look in his eyes.

"Uncle Han, the situation today is going relatively smoothly. The villagers are all cooperating with our work, and the old doctor is also doing his best to treat the patients." Zhu Biao said as he walked to the table and sat down.

Zhu Han smiled and handed over a cup of hot tea: "Your Highness, you have worked hard. With you in the front, I can handle the affairs in the back with peace of mind."

Zhu Biao took the teacup and took a sip, feeling warm in his heart. "Uncle Han, you are too kind. In fact, I admire Uncle Han's foresight and decisive decision-making. Without you, I'm afraid we would have difficulty dealing with this crisis."

Zhu Han shook his head, his eyes deep: "Your Highness, you are too kind."

At this time, the servant's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, Your Highness King Han, the courier has returned with the latest news from the court."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Han and Zhu Biao looked at each other, with a hint of eagerness and expectation in their eyes. Zhu Han quickly stood up and told the attendant, "Please invite the messenger in quickly."

Not long after, a dusty messenger on a fast horse entered the room, bowed, and handed over a secret letter: "Your Highness Prince Han, Your Highness the Crown Prince, this is the latest reply from His Majesty."

Zhu Han took the secret letter, opened it quickly and read it, his brows gradually relaxed. He looked up at Zhu Biao, his eyes flashing with joy: "Good news, His Majesty not only agreed to our previous request, but also allocated an additional batch of silver for post-disaster reconstruction and epidemic prevention work."

Zhu Biao was delighted when he heard this: "That's great! With your Majesty's support, we will be able to help these people out of their predicament more quickly."

Zhu Han nodded and handed the secret letter to Zhu Biao, asking him to read it as well. Then he turned to the messenger and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You should go down and have a rest. We will arrange the next action as soon as possible."

The messenger bowed and left, leaving Zhu Han and Zhu Biao alone in the room again. Zhu Biao carefully put away the secret letter and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Han, we must tell the old doctor and the villagers about this news immediately, so that they can also feel at ease."

Zhu Han nodded in agreement: "That's right, without further ado, let's go to the quarantine area to discuss the next arrangements with the old doctor."

The two hurried to the isolation area. The old doctor was busy with the patients. When he saw them coming, he stood up and saluted: "Your Highness Prince Han, Your Highness the Crown Prince, do you have any new instructions?"

Zhu Han stepped forward and briefly informed the old doctor of His Majesty's latest decision. After hearing this, the old doctor's eyes flashed with excitement: "This is really great! With these resources, we can better treat these patients."

Zhu Biao also added: "Not only that, your majesty has also allocated silver for post-disaster reconstruction, and the lives of the villagers will also improve."

Upon hearing this, the old doctor expressed his gratitude: "Your Majesty is wise and wise, which is a blessing for the people. I would like to thank Your Majesty on behalf of the people of the whole village for your grace."

After the discussion, Zhu Han and Zhu Biao decided to personally convey the good news to every villager. They walked out of the quarantine area and went door to door along the village roads. Every time they arrived at a household, they could feel the villagers' heartfelt joy and gratitude.

In front of a simple farmhouse, they met a middle-aged farmer. After hearing about the grace of His Majesty, the farmer was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes: "Your Majesty is really our savior! We have suffered so much in these years, and finally we are looking forward to a good life."

Zhu Han patted the farmer's shoulder and comforted him gently: "Don't worry, things will get better slowly. You should also cheer up and build our home together."

The farmer nodded repeatedly, with hope in his eyes. "Thank you, gentlemen. We will definitely follow the court's arrangements and work hard to rebuild our home."

As the sun sets, Zhu Han and Zhu Biao walk through the entire village, bringing His Majesty's grace and care to every villager. As night falls, the two return to the inn, exhausted physically, but filled with unprecedented satisfaction and joy.

In the inn, the two sat around the table and continued to discuss the follow-up arrangements. Zhu Han picked up a pen and drew on the map: "Your Highness, the areas we need to focus on next are here and here. These two areas are the most severely affected and need to be given priority in resources."

Zhu Biao carefully examined the map and nodded in agreement: "Uncle Han is right. We must ensure that every resource is used to the best effect."

The two discussed and took notes until late at night when they went back to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone into the inn, Zhu Han and Zhu Biao got up early and started a new day's work. They first went to the market to purchase supplies, and then went to various places to distribute them.

"Uncle Han, look at these vendors. Although their lives are hard, the smiles on their faces are so real." Zhu Biao said softly, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding for the people.

Zhu Han nodded and said with emotion: "Although the people are in adversity, they still remain optimistic and tenacious. This is the cornerstone of the stability of the Ming Dynasty. As members of the royal family, we should care about the people and help them solve their problems."

The two came to a small vegetable stall. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman who was busy sorting out freshly picked vegetables. Zhu Han stepped forward and asked gently, "Sister-in-law, how is the harvest this year?"

The woman looked up and saw two handsome young men. She was stunned at first, then answered enthusiastically: "Young man, this year's harvest is really bad. The weather is dry and there are many insect pests. It's good that the vegetables can grow like this. But at least we can sell them for a living."

Zhu Han frowned when he heard this, took out a silver ingot from his bosom and handed it to the woman, saying: "Sister-in-law, we want all these vegetables. Also, take this silver and buy some food for the children." (End of this chapter)