Doctor of the Great Song Dynasty: In the beginning, Li Qingzhao and Li Qingzhao made a private decis

Chapter 385 The evil recipe - soil
"Wormwort water!"

People in the entire epidemic area love and hate it.

If you want to retain the medicinal effect of bitter wormwood, you must boil it in water and drink it. Artemisia itself has a taste, not to mention that bitter wormwood is extremely bitter.

However, the extremely bitter wormwood water is a good medicine for curing malaria. No matter how bitter and strange the taste is, you can only grit your teeth and drink it.

"vomit!"

Fan Chunli just picked up the bitter mugwort water and took a sip, which immediately caused a strong nausea.

Fan Zheng couldn't help but feel helpless. Even though he had added sucrose, the taste of bitter mugwort water was still unbearable.

"Father, please be patient first. This medicine is the only medicine to treat malaria!" Fan Zheng consoled him.

Hearing this, Fan Chunli suppressed vomiting and swallowed the bitter mugwort water.

After serving Fan Chunli and taking medicine, the Yuncheng County Magistrate came urgently.

"Fan Taicheng, I have an emergency, and I want to see Mr. Fan. I don't know Mr. Fan..." the Yuncheng County Magistrate said urgently.

Fan Zheng frowned, shook his head and said, "My father is still ill, so I'm afraid he can't handle official duties yet!"

"It's okay! I can still hold on." Fan Chunli struggled to get up and wanted to continue handling official duties.

Fan Zheng forced Fan Chunli down on the bed and said calmly: "Father, please don't forget that Yuncheng has been taken over by the medical family. During the medical family's control, your son can make the decision on all urgent matters."

According to the imperial court's method of eradicating the plague, the doctor now has the greatest decision-making power. He handles official affairs on behalf of his father, which does not count as superstition.

"Treason!" Fan Chunli shouted angrily after being forced to seize power by Fan Zheng.

Fan Zheng ignored Fan Chunli's roar and directly asked people to serve Fan Chunli and not let him move.

After walking out of the yamen, the Yuncheng County Magistrate said helplessly: "Fan Taicheng's medical skills saved our Yuncheng County from the fire and water, and I owe it to the people of Yuncheng to survive. It's just that this matter concerns the victims, and I really can't say anything about it." .”

"Just tell me," Fan Zheng said with a big wave of his hand. His father, Fan Chunli, was responsible for the disaster relief. If something happened to the victims, even though Fan Chunli contracted malaria, he still could not escape his responsibility, not to mention that he was a doctor now. Responsible for taking over Yuncheng.

Whether it was for his father or the people, he couldn't ignore it.

"Yuncheng is already short of food. If this continues, I'm afraid the victims will no longer have food." Yuncheng County Magistrate said with a bitter smile.

Although Fan Zheng's medical skills are amazing, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and she cannot provide food for the victims at all.

Fan Zheng wondered: "How is it possible? A grain merchant has shipped a large amount of cheap grain. The grain in Yuncheng is enough to accommodate the victims."

The county magistrate of Yuncheng said helplessly: "The grain merchants did bring a large amount of cheap grain. However, these days, there is an epidemic in Yuncheng, and the grain from outside cannot be shipped in at all, and there is no replenishment. Even so, as long as you save some, you can't survive. , but in recent times, there have suddenly been many disaster victims, causing a shortage of disaster relief food."

"Suddenly there are so many victims?" Fan Zheng was puzzled. Now that the Yellow River floods have flowed to Liangshanbo, the area has not expanded, and Yuncheng has been closed due to the epidemic, so victims cannot come in at all. How could there be so many victims.

The Yuncheng County Magistrate said with some difficulty: "Fan Taicheng will know it at a glance."

"Go and lead the way!"

At that moment, Fan Zheng stood up and headed towards the place where the victims were resettled.

"I've met Fan Taicheng, I've met the county magistrate!"

Seeing the county magistrate bringing Fan Taicheng over, Song Jiang, who was responsible for serving porridge, quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Now that Fan Zheng has found a good cure for malaria, Yuncheng's control over entry and exit has been slightly relaxed, and Song Jiang has turned to being responsible for serving porridge.

"Song Jiang, how is the situation in the disaster area now?" Yuncheng County Magistrate shouted loudly.

"Yuncheng, Songjiang!"

Fan Zheng's eyes narrowed and he suddenly saw Song Jiang whom he had met once before. He did not expect that he was the famous Timely Rain Song Jiang in later generations.

Song Jiang smiled bitterly and said: "I would like to report to the county magistrate, the number of victims has only increased a lot today."

"It only increases a lot!"

Fan Zheng frowned and immediately looked at the victims, only to find that they were indeed a group of victims in ragged clothes, with nothing unusual at all.

Seeing this, Song Jiang immediately explained: "Fan Taicheng doesn't know that this flood was notified in advance and many people were prepared, so you can't see much difference in their clothes. However, you can see it in his face." two."

Fan Zheng then looked sideways and realized that many victims had rosy faces, obviously not suffering from malnutrition.

"Is this?" Fan Zheng asked in confusion.

Song Jiang said helplessly: "Are these local people from Yuncheng?"

"Don't they have a home? And they were not affected by the disaster?" Fan Zheng frowned.

Song Jiang sighed helplessly.

Fan Zheng suddenly understood that being greedy for petty gains was a common weakness among ordinary people.

Song Jiang opened the lid of the porridge, pointed at the steaming porridge pot and said: "The imperial court has a clear order on releasing porridge for disaster relief. When chopsticks float up, heads fall to the ground. Although the people in Yuncheng were not affected by the disaster, most of them were not rich. After eating One bite of disaster relief food can save a bite for the family.”

Fan Zheng understood the cause of the incident and immediately understood what was going on. He stood up and said loudly: "Fellow fellow villagers in Yuncheng, I am the evil doctor Fan Zheng. Please listen to me!"

In order to convince the people, Fan Zheng directly revealed his nickname of the evil doctor Fan Zheng.

"Fan Zheng, the evil doctor!"

All the people raised their heads one after another. The reputation of the evil doctor Fan Zheng was already very loud among the people. In addition, the evil doctor Fan Zheng had just found a prescription to treat malaria and saved the people of Yuncheng from the fire and water. His reputation among the people was even more prosperous. .

Fan Zheng continued: "Now due to the epidemic in Yuncheng, the victims are short of food. Please stop eating relief porridge for all the local people in Yuncheng. Fan would like to thank you!"

Among the victims, many local people looked ashamed.

"Have you ever heard what Fan Taicheng said, the people of Yuncheng left quickly. If I let this official find out, I will definitely punish him severely." Yuncheng County Magistrate immediately shouted loudly.

Song Jiang took the opportunity and said: "Fan Taicheng is a miracle doctor who can cure the plague and allows the people of Yuncheng to survive. Don't let down Fan Taicheng's expectations."

As the Yuncheng County Magistrate and Song Jiang sang together, some Yuncheng people left the team with shameful faces.

Fan Zheng also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone leaving.However, Song Jiang shook his head and said: "Fan Taicheng, please don't be too happy. I'm afraid only a small part of the people in Yuncheng left voluntarily. The food in Yuncheng is still not enough to last for long."

Fan Zheng thought for a while and said, "Then go to other places immediately to prepare food!"

The Yuncheng County Magistrate said bitterly: "Your Majesty the County Magistrate, you don't know. The plague has not left Yuncheng now, and many merchants are avoiding Yuncheng. Besides, because of the flood, the surrounding grain has already been used, just to transport grain. I’m afraid it won’t be possible in a short period of time.”

"The only way now is to distinguish the locals of Yuncheng from the victims!" Fan Zheng said solemnly.

The Yuncheng County Magistrate and Song Jiang nodded solemnly, but they knew that they could not tell the difference at all. The victims were also from nearby Yuncheng, and their accents were very similar. In addition, there were no portraits, so as long as he bit him to death, he would be a disaster victim. How can they not provide disaster relief?
"I heard that Fan Taicheng has always had urgent prescriptions, and he also asked for a good prescription to help Yuncheng overcome this difficulty." Yuncheng County Magistrate complimented, and now all his hopes are pinned on Fan Zheng's evil prescription.

Fan Zheng thought for a while and said: "According to the medical philosophy, as long as the source of the disease is found, it can be easily solved. But now the real source of the disease is not the local victims who come to eat porridge. The focus is on the victims and the porridge. Since we can't distinguish the victims, we can only distinguish them." The solution lies in porridge.”

Song Jiang was moved in his heart and said: "Fan Taicheng means to make the porridge thinner so that it can last longer."

The county magistrate of Yuncheng was startled and said: "The chopsticks floated up and the head fell to the ground. If the court found out that the porridge we were waiting for was very thin, wouldn't it be a crime of beheading?"

The Yuncheng County Magistrate would never dare to take this responsibility, even if he would rather let the victims go without food than bear the charge of beheading.

Song Jiang agreed: "That's right, let alone whether the court will blame it. Even if the porridge is thinned, it will not last for a few more days. Moreover, it was originally thick porridge, but suddenly becomes thinner. I am afraid that the victims will be dissatisfied and may change. .”

"This is a special situation now. If we can get through this, it would not be a bad idea to transport food and thicken the porridge."

"And the water in the Yellow River cannot recede in a short time. If we can't distinguish the real victims, even if we transport food in the future, it may be like a bottomless pit." Song Jiang added.

Fan Zheng glanced at Song Jiang in surprise. Song Jiang was worthy of being a timely rain for future generations. He was able to reach the top spot in Liangshan. He was indeed somewhat capable.

"Since the porridge can't be made thin, what about this?" At that moment, Fan Zheng grabbed a large handful of soil and sprinkled it directly into the white porridge in full view of everyone.

Suddenly everyone looked at all this with their mouths agape. As the saying goes, a mouse droppings makes a pot of soup, and Fan Zheng's large handful of dirt ruined the good porridge.

"Rebel!"

At this moment, Fan Chunli's familiar roar suddenly came again.

After learning that Yuncheng was short of food and Fan Zheng left, he ignored the dissuasion of his servants and forced his way to the porridge site. However, he did not expect to see Fan Zheng destroying the porridge shop on the spot.

Now Yuncheng is short of food. Every grain of food is crucial. Fan Zheng ruined the whole pot of porridge. What a waste.

What's more important is that if today's incident spreads, it will definitely have a devastating blow to Fan Zheng's reputation, which makes Fan Chunli not angry.

"Father! You just got better, why don't you stay in bed and rest." Fan Zheng said with a look of surprise when he heard the familiar voice.

Fan Chunli was furious and said angrily: "I'm not sick yet you're mad at me. Why do you want to destroy the porridge for the victims when the court has spent so much effort on disaster relief?"

Fan Zheng chuckled and said: "Father, don't worry, what I put into the porridge is not soil, but medicine!"

"medicine!"

Everyone was stunned. Fan Zheng was telling lies with his eyes open. They saw with their own eyes that Fan Zheng grabbed a large handful of soil from the ground and put it into the porridge. Fan Zheng was so confident that he said it was medicine.

"Yes! Soil is a kind of medicine, and it is a good detoxification medicine. The villain once fell ill, and one of the traditional Chinese medicines was loess." Song Jiang quickly rescued Fan Zheng.

"Yes, yes, soil is a matter of traditional Chinese medicine, and the lower officials have heard about it." Yuncheng County Magistrate also agreed.

Other officials also agreed.

"Uncle Fan didn't know something, but Chen Zangqi recorded that soil can detoxify various medicinal poisons, including botulism, pepper poison, and wild fungus poison." Earth is a very useful traditional Chinese medicine. "Even Yang Jie also spoke up to explain to Fan Zheng and directly brought out the medical books.

Fan Chunli looked around and gasped: "Don't try to smooth things over for this traitor. Earth is indeed a traditional Chinese medicine, but it is definitely not used in porridge for disaster victims. Making mistakes is not terrible, but making the same mistake again and again is terrible. wrong."

Under Fan Chunli's rebuke, Yang Jie and others suddenly fell silent.

"Master Fan, please don't blame Divine Doctor Fan. The victims like us are poisonous, and we need this soil to detoxify them!" A gray-haired elderly victim came forward and said solemnly.

Fan Zheng's prestige among the people was very high. Yizhuang was founded by Fan Zheng, and he also found a good cure for malaria and quelled the plague. Naturally, he did not want Fan Zheng to be punished for this.

Seeing this, Fan Zheng personally went to the porridge that had been placed in the soil, took out a bowl, put it in the hands of the elderly victims and said, "Would you like to drink this bowl of porridge with medicine?"

All the officials stared dumbfounded as Fan Zheng repeatedly jumped on the verge of death. Fan Zheng first put soil in the porridge, and then openly argued that the soil was Chinese medicine. Then he personally served a bowl of porridge with soil to the victims. If word spreads, Fan Zheng's reputation will be ruined.

The old victim was stunned and looked at the porridge in his hand. He did not expect that in order to repay Fan Zheng for saving his life, he took the initiative to rescue Fan Zheng, but Fan Zheng actually gave him a bowl.

"I'm willing to drink it!" the old victim said through gritted teeth.

In addition, the amount of porridge given out every day was not much, and he was already hungry. At that moment, he picked up the porridge with soil and finished it in three gulps.

Fan Zheng raised his head and said proudly: "Look, I just said it's medicine, it doesn't affect consumption at all!"

Everyone couldn't help but twitch their mouths. They saw with their own eyes the expressions of the elderly victims who were looking forward to death. How much sand was spit out in a bowl of porridge, and even a few of the big teeth were almost not broken.

"Treason! Are you trying to call a deer a horse?"

Fan Chunli was furious. He wished that his malaria had not been cured and died, and he did not want to see his proud son fall.

Fan Zheng waved his hands and said: "Father is wrong. The child did not refer to the deer as a horse. The child said that soil is medicine. It is not that soil can detoxify, but that soil is a good medicine for distinguishing real and fake disaster victims."

"Soil is a good medicine for distinguishing real victims from fake ones." Everyone looked at Fan Zheng blankly, then turned to look at the elderly victims who had just finished their porridge.

"Evil prescription? No, it's a strange prescription!" Song Jiang, who was closest to the bottom, was the first to react and quickly exclaimed.

"Although this pot of porridge is destroyed, it can enter the stomachs of real victims, so that it can truly achieve the effect of relieving the victims." Yuncheng County Magistrate also suddenly realized.

Nowadays, Yuncheng is full of real and fake victims, and it is impossible to tell them apart. In this case, there is no need to distinguish between real and fake victims, and let the stomachs of the real and fake victims make the choice.

In order to survive, real disaster victims would even eat Guanyin soil, let alone just white porridge mixed with soil.

"Evil doctor Fan Zheng, the evil prescription will not break the golden body!"

Everyone around them smacked their tongues.

"Brother Fan's medical prescription is amazing, Yang Jie admires him very much!" Yang Jie said sincerely.Even if he knew the medical books by heart, he probably wouldn't be able to come up with such a prescription.

The furious Fan Chunli suddenly froze there. He did not expect that Fan Zheng was right in every word. This handful of soil was actually a good medicine, a good medicine that could save countless victims.

(End of this chapter)