I can't die!I haven't ruled the world yet!

Chapter 128 Chen Jiancang

"Reporting to Your Majesty, although I have studied this technique under the tutelage of the old imperial doctor Xiao for more than ten years, my master once said: the plague changes at any time, and the diagnosis should be based on the actual situation, and you should not stick to the rules."

Xie Lingling expressed his concern that everything is difficult at the beginning, but he will not find it so difficult if he muster up the courage to start talking, not to mention that His Majesty is not a foolish tyrant next to him, who is always "Come here, drag him out and kill him!"

Therefore, Xie Lingling raised his head and looked at the young emperor sitting on the dragon chair calmly, and asked to go south: "Your Majesty, I want to go to Yizhou for free consultation."

"The flood in Yizhou is still unresolved, there may be a plague rampant, and the danger is unpredictable. At this time, going south... Are you afraid that you will never return?"

Rong Cen meant something, and pointed out the consequences to him without hesitation.

Xie Lingling trembled all over, life and death were in front of his eyes, no one was not afraid.

Rong Cen saw that he knew he was afraid, and thought he would shrink back, but he saw that Xie Lingling's neck was stiff and he refused to bow his head to make any submission. He had a tragic appearance of daring to sacrifice life and death for the people, and said loudly: "Return to Your Majesty, I am afraid of death, but the people are also more afraid of death than me, when I think of the plague that will rage after the disaster, and the people in the world will be tortured, ravaged and killed by it, I immediately feel that I am not afraid of death."

"The master and master have studied and treated the plague for many years, and accumulated a lot of valuable experience. Without humility, I am the master of Xiao's epidemiology. But after all, I have never experienced the epidemic, and I know nothing about it. Do it yourself. Only by going to Yizhou personally to observe the real situation of the plague can we prescribe the right medicine. Your Majesty should know the truth here."

Rong Cen nodded, she naturally knew.

Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, and specific problems should be analyzed in detail.

Although Rong Cen had already made up his mind that Xie Lingling was the must-have candidate for going south, it was an imperial decree, mandatory, and he had to go if he didn't want to, unless he refused to obey the decree.In this case, if she refuses to comply with the order, she really can't help but behead her to show the public, as a warning to others.

But it is true that Xie Lingling would take the initiative to ask for his order, so righteous and awe-inspiring.

"I ordered you to come here because I hope you can go to Yizhou for disaster relief." Rong Cen twisted the Ye Mingzhu held in the dragon's beak with his fingertips, and his tone was as flat as asking a passerby if he had eaten: "If you fail to return to Beijing... ...do you have any wishes?"

"I have no relatives at home, only my old father who is sick in bed. If I die...His Majesty Wan Wang will send someone to take care of me. You don't need to take care of me. Just eat three meals a day and don't go hungry. You don't need to tell my father about my death. , just say... his son is not filial, just because he yearned for the scenery of the nineteen states, he left without saying goodbye, went to the doctor to relax his mind, and since then he has been home all over the world, tell him not to read."

Xie Lingling said again: "In fact, it doesn't matter if the minister is dead. In the future, many people will live because of the minister. That's enough."

Rong Cen's eyes were deep, and he stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

She trusted Imperial Doctor Xie.

Similarly, she hoped that Xie Lingling would return to Beijing unharmed.

The Hall of Renzheng was shrouded in low and heavy emotions. Normally, when encountering such situations, Aunt Kong Lan would wave her arms and yell indistinctly, advising Rong Cen not to indulge in negative remarks.She would silently say that people should look forward and think for the better.

But today, Konglan was unusually quiet.There was no dancing, no whooping, and nothing written.

Instead, he stared at the handsome face under the hall.

Like, so similar!
Rong Cen didn't realize it. Facing Xie Lingling like this, her intimidating mood disappeared, and her slightly complaining tone gradually eased, "Don't worry, I will protect your old father's food and clothing."

She paused slightly, and changed her voice: "But I still have a request—Xie Lingling, I want the people in the southern border to be safe, and I want you to return to Beijing safely."

Rong Cen cast Yin Yin's gaze at Xie Lingling, it was a look full of expectation.

No one knows what the plague will be like after the flood. In the face of natural disasters, human life is worthless. It is obviously difficult for the monarch to ask the doctor to swear an oath.

But Rong Cen did just that.

Xie Lingling also followed suit and made a promise: "I take orders! I, Xie Lingling, swear to save the people to the death, and do our best to lead the southern border through the catastrophe of the plague!"

Rong Cen called him up, sent someone to watch the seats, called the little six to make tea, and asked Aunt Kong Lan to pour a cup of tea for her, "Do you have any other people who accompany you to recommend? I will also make an imperial edict."

"Thank you, aunt." Xie Lingling held the fine tea from the emperor and blew on the hot air, not rushing to drink it.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on that pretty face, showing two small canine teeth, looking at the gentle demeanor of a handsome young man, "I really have it."

"Oh?" Seeing that he seemed worried, Rong Cen motioned, "But it's okay."

"I want to ask His Majesty for Aunt Kong Lan."

Rong Cen was half-shocked and half-aware, no wonder she always felt that Xie Lingling was looking at something indistinctly, but he was staring at Kong Lan.

Kong Lan is indeed skilled in medicine, after all, is she an excellent apprentice of a genius doctor?

But she can't speak, which is a big flaw. It is really inconvenient for a doctor to not be able to communicate with patients.It can’t be said that it’s okay to write on paper to see a doctor for high-ranking officials, but ordinary people at the bottom have basically never read and read, so communication is not easy.

Rong Cen turned his head to look at Kong Lan, and saw that her cherry lips were slightly parted, her pupils were dilated, and she still maintained a shocked expression.

"Kong Lan, it's not suitable." Rong Cen's tone was blunt.

Xie Lingling immediately said: "I have a prescription, maybe it can make my aunt speak..."

The shock on Kong Lan's face became more obvious.

So is Rong Cen.

It is not a matter of a day or two for Konglan to be poisoned and dumb. Rong Cen has searched for medicine for her for many years, but to no avail.

Xie Lingling was cultivated by Rong Cen. If it wasn't for her, there would be no imperial doctor Xie in the imperial city. Shout out to the little Xie Zi for a lifetime.

Rong Cen absolutely believed in his loyalty, but he didn't dare to believe that he would not be afraid of death and was willing to go to Yizhou to cure the plague, so he planned to coerce and lure him.

But she didn't expect that Xie Lingling would have a prescription for Konglan's throat? !Why didn't he take it out before, and didn't let go until today, what is his purpose? !
Believe it or not, just in an instant.

"Your Majesty, I am absolutely loyal. If it weren't for Your Majesty, the life of the subject and the old father would never be easy. Therefore, please trust me. It is only today that I occasionally get good words. Yes. The reason why I want to ask His Majesty for Aunt Kong Lan is because I suddenly recalled that Master Cui once said that Miracle Physician Cui is good at diagnosing and treating coughs and fevers, and that there is no harm in panacea. I thought, Aunt Kong Lan is Miracle Doctor Cui His direct disciples must have learned the truth. If the people are really infected with the plague after the rain, they will definitely be accompanied by cough and fever. At that time, I will have to trouble Aunt Konglan to prescribe medicine for Zuozhi."

Xie Lingling didn't dare to take it seriously, he has devoted himself to Xiao's epidemiology these years, and he has also practiced other prescriptions, but he is not very good at it, not comparable to Cuimen's medical system.

Kong Lan suppressed the thoughts in her heart, walked out of the shock in time, took out a piece of waste paper, and splashed ink on the pen, and a line of words came into Rong Cen's eyes.

"Your Majesty, I want to go."

The parties are willing, and Kong Lan has the power to protect herself, what can Rong Cen do to stop it?
"Okay, then I agree with you. Put away the medicine box tonight, and set off with King Xi tomorrow at Mao. Remember, I will wait for your triumphant return to Beijing in Shengzhou."

Rong Cen relented, Xie Lingling was young after all, it would be good to have the stable Kong Lan by his side.

She believed that Xie Lingling and Kong Lan would not disappoint her expectations.

After talking with Xie Lingling, Rong Cen asked people to leave.

Just now, when he asked Xiaoliuzi about it, he signaled to Xiao Lian that he had done well.Soon, I heard the male duck's voice of "The Minister of the Ministry of Industry asks for an interview" from outside.

"Come in."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the Hall of Renzheng opened, and a burly man walked in steadily. He looked about forty or fifty, tall and powerful, and powerful.

"Chen Jiancang, attend Your Majesty, long live long live long live long live!"

Chen Jiancang saluted very earnestly.

"Mr. Chen, please get up." Rong Cen left the dragon chair, walked down the hall steps in two steps, and went to help him in person.

It's not that the other party is old and needs her help, it's purely to show the emperor's respect and value for him.

Chen Jiancang is a real grass-roots farmer. He didn't read much and had little knowledge. He only emerged in his 20s with his exquisite woodwork. He has been an official for more than 30 years and nearly [-] years. With his strong strength and wealth Experience, step by step to secure the position of minister of the Ministry of Industry.

There is no one who does not admire the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty.

You can't accept it. An official like Chen Jiancang is hard to come by in hundreds of years.You say he doesn't know a few words and doesn't understand why, but you can't just deny that his stomach is really empty and has no strength, and he can endure hardships, because he learned to know more than a thousand words in a year , now barely can be considered a scholar who can ask eloquently.

"Your Majesty, the old minister will not go around the bush, just speak straight."

Chen Jiancang did not feel flattered by Rong Cen's act of helping him personally, on the contrary, he accepted it without any guilt.

"The old minister knows what His Majesty called the minister for. The southern border is flooded. The old minister is shocked to see the rain getting bigger and bigger."

Just at this time, Rong Cen felt a wet hand, it was Chen Jiancang's sleeve, at the lower hem, his clothes were also soaked, and there were even drops of water dripping down, the gold brick floor in the Hall of Renzheng was very It will be dark soon.

"Wet clothes are unbearable, I will call someone to change your clothes for you." Rong Cen turned his head and was about to shout out.

Chen Jiancang pressed his hand and declined politely, "No need, thank you for your understanding. It's all because the old minister tried a new method of drainage at home, and his clothes were inevitably wet. Hearing Commander Xiao's urgent call from His Majesty, the old minister came without changing clothes. Please don't blame your Majesty. The old minister is casual and used to wearing the old clothes, so I may not be used to wearing the new clothes His Majesty rewarded. I hope Your Majesty will understand."

It was only then that Rong Cen realized that with her urgent call, the boss came here in the rain without stopping.

Xie Lingling just now, should it be the same?
Thinking of this, Rong Cen slightly turned his head to look at the piece of gold brick that Xie Lingling had stayed at just now, the water stains were blurred, and the ground on that side also seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of black mist.

In the Hall of Renzheng with its gates closed, the wind mixed with cold rain can still blow in through the carved windows, but the fog seems to be unable to shake or dissipate.

"Boss, work hard." After a long time, Rong Cen said.

"Whatever your majesty said, this is the duty of the minister."

Chen Jiancang doesn't think it's hard work to make this trip, he is willing to go through both trials and hardships for the country and the people.

"Your Majesty, don't gossip anymore. The old minister is willing to go to Yizhou. The rain is continuous, and it seems that it will never stop. If you don't hurry up and go south to help drain the waterlogging, I am afraid that not only Yizhou, but the entire southern border will be destroyed." flooded."

What Chen Jiancang said was really straightforward.

Rong Cen didn't talk nonsense, and discussed with him the knowledge he had learned in the new era.

In another world, I specially learned about natural disaster prevention and control. There are not a thousand sets of theories in my mind, but there are eight hundred sets of theories, but most of them are beyond the use of the old dynasty.Here, no matter whether it is human, material, financial resources or technological level, nothing can keep up with that era.

Insufficient appeal, the supremacy of feudal imperial power determines that the people at the bottom lack enthusiasm, while the middle and upper classes are selfish.The level of labor force is low, the supply of materials is insufficient, and daily rigid needs are seriously in short supply.The treasury is empty, the budget is in deficit, and food and grass are scarce. Not to mention the hunger of cattle and horses, people are likely to starve to death.However, technology cannot repair roads or build sewers. It can only carry sandbags to block floods and build dams with mud.

Rong Cen's head gets dizzy just thinking about it.Isn't this the contradiction between the fact that the reality cannot keep up with the thought, the material cannot satisfy the spirit, the backward productivity and the growing material and cultural needs?
"Your Majesty, what's the meaning of the sewer? What's the use of the reservoir? It can't hold water at all. Every family lives in a mud-and-tiled house. How can there be no water seepage? Return the fields to the lake. What do the people eat if they don't farm? It's impossible to guard the lake and wait for the northwest wind." ? There is also tree planting to protect the environment. I am afraid that the saplings will not survive. There are a few things that can be done: use lakes and depressions to store floodwater, open up rivers to the sea, divert and discharge floodwater, and strengthen the embankment of the Yellow River."

Rong Cen memorized knowledge points one by one fluently, while Chen Jiancang analyzed the feasibility one by one, overturning them non-stop, and finally approved a few pertinently.

But these are long-term feasible measures, not emergency measures.

"According to the experience of the Ministry of Industry, when the flood comes, ditches are dug to release the flood. If it can't be resisted, the city with the worst disaster is abandoned and the city is used for flood prevention."

It was also the first time for Chen Jiancang to encounter such a heavy rain. The sky was still clear and sunny a few days ago, and it was about to enter summer. It was getting warmer day by day, and the temperature was getting closer and closer to hot.

Who would have thought that God would be so moody, and suddenly change the sky, faster than a monkey's face change.

"It's hard work, my lord, who came to Yizhou to command in person, do you have anyone to recommend to accompany you?" Rong Cen asked, twisting his teacup.

"The eldest son of the old minister once rescued the flood with me when he was young, so he has some experience, but now that he has entered the official career, it is inconvenient to join in the fun with the old minister. Except for the youngest son who is in the north, the second son and the third son have their own official duties. Wait, my Chen family can't find any idlers. There is no one else to recommend. The flood is dangerous, and the plague is easy to happen after the disaster. Old officials like old officials who have not lived for a few years are fine. Why bother to waste young people human life?"

Chen Jiancang was indeed old, and Rong Cen realized that his back began to bend slightly, and his spine was no longer as straight as he remembered.

(End of this chapter)