Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 246
A solitary lamp was flickering, and a dozen or so people were sitting in the big tent, but they looked at each other like a group of dead people, no one said a word, and the time passed in dead silence, until Song Qingshu rapped on the table angrily.

"You are all the pillars of my begging army! When the disaster is imminent, don't you have any explanation?"

"Father Tang, as far as I know, an extremely large-scale Black Death broke out in Europe more than 300 years ago, and then the Black Death continued to break out one after another. How have you fought against it for so many years?"

"Confess, to God, your sins..."

The fear caused by the plague in Europe has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. After taking a look today, Tang Ruowang was frightened and collapsed. He has not recovered yet, and he stumbled when he heard Song Qingshu's words, but Song Qingshu almost didn't spit out.

If God’s repentance is useful, almost half of the population in Europe will not die. Song Qingshu simply turned his head to look at Sun Chuanting, but now, Mr. Sun is out of control.

"Marshal, Sun is not a doctor, he didn't learn from Zhu Youke, but there is a doctor Zhang in Gulou..."

Well, it's useless to say this, Song Qingshu can see it today, and the miracle doctor himself has only a few days to live.

As for Liu Zongmin, Zhou Yuji was even the second monk Zhang, who couldn't figure it out. Let them all fight without fear of death, and if they couldn't see or touch the disease, they couldn't be killed. They had nothing to do.

Tang Ruowang, who had the most high hopes, was finished. Seeing a group of guys staring at him eagerly, Song Qingshu finally waved his hands helplessly.

"Go to hell!"

It was like being pardoned, a group of white-eyed wolves ran away, not even Zhao Sheng was left behind, only Sun Chuanting asked worriedly.

"Marshal, do you want to pay homage to the medicine king and send off the plague god?"

"Go ahead, let me think about it."

Seeing Song Qingshu beating his head in distress, Sun Chuanting went out helplessly.

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The next day, after spending the whole night racking his brains trying to remember the information about the Black Death that he saw on the Internet in his previous life, Song Qingshu's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and he fiddled with all the generals' documents early in the morning.

The quarantine was done yesterday, and a small camp was built more than 500 meters away from Daying in the south of the city. The number of people was counted in the morning, and two sick people were found, and they were also sent to Tuntianzhuang. The family members of the sergeants were all found, more than half of them were sick, and many neighbors were also infected. These people were all sent to Dai County at noon and isolated.

There was no training at all in the morning. The autumn harvest had just finished, and the whole army had collected a large pile of wheat straw and sorghum stalks that could be burned. More than a dozen large clay pots were steaming continuously, and more than 50 bathrooms were temporarily destroyed. When it was set up, all the soldiers were stuffed in, and they were not allowed to come out without washing for 10 minutes.

Moreover, these soldiers also provided an extra benefit. Song Qingshu took out more than 1000 pieces of soap in pain and provided it to the whole army. You must know that this thing was sold for two taels of silver in Taiyuan, but in memory, the Black Death The disappearance of the scale was just after the industrial revolution, not due to antibiotics, but soap, as a product of the industrial revolution, was quickly promoted to ordinary people, bathing more frequently, and parasites were less, which suppressed the spread of the disease.

Hearing that the soldiers in the bathing hall were playing a novel game of picking up soap, and the wasted foam was flying everywhere, Song Qingshu could only turn his head and shiver and ignore it.

The last time Song Qingshu advocated a haircut in the whole army, but there were not many responses. After all, it is a Chinese tradition to wear long hair. The Qing army's shaving and braids aroused quite a few uprisings and resistance. This time, there was no need to discuss. More than 30 amateur barbers used scissors together, and each soldier's head was cut like a dog, and the cut hair was burned directly.

On the other side, the clothes of the begging army were also disinfected in an unprecedented way. With the help of the Soviet army's method in the Stalingrad Defense War, Song Qingshu ordered people to dig small pits, and buried the charcoal ash that had not been extinguished by the bath water. , put the clothes in the smoke for a while, all kinds of lice and fleas crawled out one after another, and a large number of soldiers were directly slapped to death by the soldiers who were also itching with hatred.

Although the plague is a germ of rats, most of them are cross-infected by blood-sucking insects such as lice and fleas. If you want to isolate the germs, you must maintain good hygiene.

At the end of the day, the more than 8000 beggars and soldiers who gathered here seemed to have changed their person first. The little black man turned into a little white man, with hair gnawed by a dog, and they were awkward and novel to each other.

The efficiency of businessmen these days is really high. At night, more than a dozen carts of Coptis chinensis were pushed into the barracks, and the unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine came out of the cauldron that had just boiled the bath water, filling the entire barracks.

Before the invention of antibiotics, in Song Qingshu’s memory, only berberine seemed to be the strongest antibiotic in traditional Chinese medicine, which claimed to cure all diseases. It's rare for the begging army to save food, and the roots of their tongues are numb after drinking, and they can't eat at all.

After tossing until late at night, it can be regarded as the end of the tossing. Except for the rodent control team led by Xiaoluo, they are still hunting and killing the rats near the barracks. Basically, most of the beggars lie down in their barracks and rub their stomachs. Seeing that the quartermaster was still drying coptis, Song Qingshu also sat on the ground with a sigh of relief.

All that can be done has been done, and the rest can only be left to fate.

However, before he could rest for a long time, there was a sound of weapons rubbing outside, and Song Qingshu's hairs suddenly stood up when he heard it. He suddenly took out the gun, and rushed out with a jerk.

Near the tent, Zhou Yuji was also dozing off with a bald forehead. When he saw Song Qingshu running out, he almost fell over, so he hurriedly stopped him from saluting. Get up and pull out the dick.

After going through a mutiny, Song Qingshu was extremely sensitive. He led people all the way out, and saw thousands of beggars who didn't know which part they were, holding bundles of things in the night, and didn't know where they gathered .

Calmly groping in the dark, they followed all the way, but these soldiers piled all the firewood by the fence outside the prisoner-of-war camp. Seeing that they had piled up a hill, the hairs on Song Qingshu's back stood up while watching the torches. After being lit, Song Qingshu appeared out of the darkness angrily, roaring loudly.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Big guy!"

Seeing Song Qingshu come out suddenly, those sergeants almost died of fright, especially the officers leading the team, it was actually Li Tiezhu and Zhao Liuzi, and the two guys even knelt on the ground trembling.

"Marshal, it's none of your business!"

"Marshal, it's the last general's instruction. If you want to punish, then punish the last general!"

The two talked about the Dharma, and Song Qing enjoyed reading the book, and the one who just laughed out of anger wanted to sarcasm, but Sun Chuanting suddenly appeared again, sweating profusely to meet him.

"Commander, this matter was ordered by Sun, and has nothing to do with the two generals, and even if you come out to stop me, Commander, I will burn this fire tonight! Even if Commander has done so much today, there is still a disease here The source! Sooner or later, not only will the whole army be brought into chaos, but the whole city will be hit with cholera!"

"That's more than 4 names!"

"By heaven, all the sins are borne by me, Mr. Sun. Mr. Sun will not die well, and after death, he will go straight to the [-]th floor of hell!"

Looking at Sun Chuanting's tough face, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly shivered. He now knows what it means to kill decisively.But it's no wonder that Sun Chuanting was able to persuade Li Tiezhu, Zhao Liuzi and the others to send troops.

Yesterday, Sun Chuanting did not answer this question. It turned out that he had planned it, but it is no wonder that more than 4 sick patients are like more than 4 time bombs. Once it explodes, the entire Dai County will be over!Moreover, they seemed to be enemies but not friends. This problem was so difficult that Song Qingshu avoided it for a whole day, but in the end, he still couldn't avoid it.

However, even though more than 4 people were burned to death, Song Qingshu still couldn't overcome the hurdle of conscience. He looked at the few people gloomyly for a long time, and Song Qingshu finally waved his hands wearily.

"Give me some time, go down first!"

"Big guy!"

"Give me time! Give me time!"

Seeing Song Qingshu shaking his head in murmur, Sun Chuanting finally sighed helplessly, cupped his fists and bowed deeply, then turned his head and walked towards the barracks. The begging sergeants all retreated quickly, and in a blink of an eye, there was only a large pile of firewood left.

When the sun rose the next day, the prisoner-of-war camp, which had been closed for more than six days, was finally opened, and a large group of beggars with their faces covered in white cloth rushed in like wolves and tigers, lifting up the dead bodies and quickly He rushed out again, and a big fire blazed up in the south of the city. The firewood from last night was finally used up. Amidst the angry roars of the captives, the sick and dead bodies were reduced to ashes.

Then, those who were sick were also taken out. This was not the time to be reasonable. Many parents and wives who were seriously ill were taken out directly. Many people followed out crying, but they were kicked directly. Kicked back.

"Marshal, why bother? We don't have much food, and if we rob people so directly, those people will hold a grudge, and they will even bite back in the future." Looking at the hatred eyes of those hungry people, Sun Chuanting shook his head helplessly, listening Song Qingshu also sighed.

"Mr. Sun, I want to ask you, do you think this land of mountains and rivers is our Huaxia, or like you and me, they, these people who live on the land constitute our Huaxia?"

"If the people are gone, what's the use of land?"

Sun Chuanting, who said this, couldn't help being stunned. This anxious late Ming Dynasty, from the emperor to the lower-level governors, was full of murderous intent, but he didn't think about why he came to this point. Although Song Qingshu's people-oriented thought is not new , but it is extremely difficult to make it.

Thinking, just bursts of crying came to my ears, it turned out that the strong man in front of the cavalry who stopped the beggars was also dragged out, and the strong man over two meters was dragged out of shape by torture at this time, There was still black blood at the corner of his mouth, and a little girl was holding his arm and crying loudly, refusing to take him away.

Being touched, for the first time, Sun Chuanting walked up very peacefully, actually took off the face scarf, and embraced the little girl who was only in her early ten years without being too dirty.

"Trust us, trust the commander-in-chief! Your father's illness will definitely be cured, okay?"

Seeing such a change in Sun Chuanting, Song Qingshu was surprised, but also showed a warm smile.

(End of this chapter)