Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 887 The world is in an uproar

  Every season change is a period of high incidence of diseases.

  Once the disease is prevalent and the medical conditions at this time, it is considered lucky to be able to survive.

   This time, the matter of epidemic prevention has attracted everyone's attention.

   After all, eradicating or controlling diseases is a matter of life and death, whether it is for wealthy families or ordinary traffickers.

   Not to mention, the appearance of "Quest" was suddenly popular because of the test, and its sales soared, which also caused a lot of controversy.

  Many people think that this is not doing their job properly, and they are supporting themselves when they are full.

  Even if many people did not say anything wrong with "Seeking" in public, deep down in their hearts, they couldn't help feeling a little contemptuous.

  People's stubborn ideas are hard to get rid of.

  In the eyes of many people, the content in the search is actually not much different from the "Shan Hai Jing".

  It’s all just non-existent ghost stories.

   But now, Xishan Medical College wants to verify it.

  And in the streets and alleys, a large number of medical students appear, the meaning is completely different.

what happened?

  Zhang Sen looked extraordinarily excited.

  He knew very well that this was an opportunity his Grand Master had won for himself. This opportunity did not come easily. In order to prove his theory, he actually shocked the entire capital.

   Not long ago, he was a little-known little man, as humble as dust, low in the dust.

  Now, everyone around him is busy trying to verify his theory, even the servants of Shuntian Mansion are helping him.

   Zhang Sen doesn't care about other people's eyes and doubts, because he has never had a smooth sailing in his life, but Tai Shigong's kindness made him constantly fight between heaven and man.

  Is this really possible?

  If he loses, wouldn't he be ashamed of Grand Master?

  I was smashed to pieces and became the laughing stock of the world, that's all. But…

  Medical schools are understaffed.

  People from other colleges also came to help.

  Zhu Houzhao led the people in his steam research institute, and appeared with great vigor.

  Generally speaking, the students of the Neat Research Institute tend to be more powerful. They generally have six-pack abdominal muscles and especially well-developed biceps.

  Zhu Houzhao lives in Xishan Academy, named Zhu Shou.

Besides, he was very good at riding and archery, and his father gradually didn't care about him. This made Zhu Houzhao let himself go. He was only wearing short clothes, and he was driven by a car, carrying a batch of goods to a temporary medical point. , began to unload medical equipment, of course, mainly masks.

  Zhu Houzhao wiped the sweat on his forehead excitedly. He was so happy that he stepped forward and asked the medical students here: "How is the situation here? Are there any typhoid patients?"

  All medical students must wear masks.

  Zhu Houzhao feels that wearing a mask is new. In the past, it was only worn during surgery, and I don’t know why it is necessary to wear a mask during surgery. But now, it seems that the emergence of entomology has provided a solid theoretical basis for wearing a mask.

  Zhu Houzhao also wears a mask.

  Seeing Dean Zhu coming, the medical students dared to be negligent, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "A lot of people have come, and there are still a lot of people who are obviously not sick, but they also come... want to get a mask to go back."

  Zhu Houzhao was happy: "Give it, give it all, it's not enough, let's go to Shuntian Mansion, we are here for the sake of the common people... Don't be afraid, if they still refuse, then say it is what I said, and I will go find them."

"yes."

  There are more and more people wearing masks in Beijing.

  As for Zhang Sen, he was so exhausted that he was out of breath. He went around with the servants of Shuntian Mansion to count the injuries, but on this day, his father came.

  Zhang Jing is still wearing an old Confucian shirt, even though Zhang Sen sent a sum of money to the family.

  Father and son met in a small tea shop next to the temporary medical point.

   "It's good here, it's good here." Zhang Jing glanced at Zhang Sen: "My father has received your money."

  Zhang Jing showed a somewhat relieved smile.

   It can be seen that Zhang Sen looked tired, and he felt a little distressed: "Is this money really distributed by the school?"

  Zhang Jing seemed worried.

  Zhang Sen understood Zhang Jing's meaning, and suddenly such a huge fortune came, his father felt a little uneasy: "It was indeed published in the school, and my son is now studying..."

  Zhang Jing nodded and nodded: "You can do your own thing, you are very happy for your father, and your mother is also very happy."

  He thought for a while, but said: "It's just that I heard some rumors in school for my father."

His so-called school is not Xishan Academy, but the local county school. The county school is mostly academies and scholars, and there are also children like Zhang Jing, but children are not really enrolled, just occasionally, The school will let them go occasionally.

  Zhang Sendao: "I don't know what the rumor is?"

  Zhang Jing was silent for a moment, but stopped talking.

   "Father..." Zhang Sen stared at Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing smiled wryly and said, "I just feel that you are not doing a proper job. In their view, studying and becoming an official is the right way. Look at the people in ancient times, which one is not famous for becoming an official. Naturally, being a father does not blame you. I mean, and again, your worm said, I am afraid of my father..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these things. Seeing that everything is fine with you, I am very relieved as a father. Although your Tai Shigong has mixed reputation and reputation, but father knows that he is a good person. You should listen to him carefully. There is nothing great for your father. , I don’t know the good or bad in the world, don’t learn to be a father, learn from your grand master, without him, how many people don’t even have enough to eat. To be a man, you must be conscientious. Since you are under his disciples, you should serve him even more. Teachers are like parents, do you understand?"

   "Yes, my son remembered."

  The father and son were silent again.

  At this time, the sun was setting and the dim light was shining. It seemed that Zhang Jing wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start, so she just smiled...

   "It's getting late, go and do your work."

"Oh."

   Zhang Sen got up, he suddenly thought, no matter what, his father might not agree with him, he sighed...

  …

  Shuntian Mansion began to investigate one by one. For this reason, a large number of guards were sent out.

  Medical school is also very nervous.

  The entire Beijing Normal University seems to be jumping around.

  Shuntian Mansion Yin Liu Qing was frowning.

  The mask is gone.

  The prince couldn't offend, so he had no choice but to purchase.

   But the question is, where does the purchased silver come from?

   Naturally, it is the household search department.

  The Ministry of Accounting has exploded, you still want money?

   Shameless, aren't you?

   This Liu Qing felt that life was impossible, and every day, he had to take pleasure in scolding Fang Jifan.

  Put up a scarecrow with Fang Jifan’s name written on it. Thinking about it carefully, it’s not appropriate. This is the captain’s son-in-law.

So, I simply wrote a letter to "so-and-so", these things can only be understood, not expressed in words. Put it under the threshold, so that everyone who comes and goes will step on it.

  I feel comfortable, and I still have to do what I should do, and it costs the Ministry of Finance's money.

  An envelope of memorials was collected from below.

  Shuntian Mansion Household Secretary Wu Ying calculated one by one, and soon, he was shocked.

  It has been more than 20 days. According to the data of previous years, at this time, there should be more than 15,000 people who were infected, and at least 1,000 people died because of it.

But…

  The pupils in his eyes constricted in disbelief.

  The number of patients infected with typhoid fever dropped sharply, to only a little over 2,000, and the number of people who died from it was only a few dozen.

   Are there errors in the records?

  Or, the people below are perfunctory?

   This is a big deal.

   Even the Son of Heaven, I'm afraid they are paying attention.

  Many ministers are waiting for the loss of the treasury's silver for this matter, and they are very troubled.

  At this time, the Shuntian Mansion must not cheat on the numbers. Once it cheats and something happens, if the imperial censor impeaches it, I am afraid that the governor's black hat will not be guaranteed.

  He called the heads of all the capitals who came to Shuntian Mansion, and asked them carefully.

  The results that can be obtained are even more terrifying.

In the past, it was just a hasty calculation. In fact, there may be more infected people, but this time, because the higher-ups paid attention to this matter, the whole Shuntian Mansion carefully sorted it out. That is to say, logically speaking, the number of infected people in previous years ,even more.

  The number of people infected this year is definitely not wrong. Everyone is not stupid, so there is no need to hide shame for Xishan Academy.

  Wu Ying was calculating the number, while amazement flashed in her eyes. If this is true, wouldn't this prove that Xi Chong was right.

  Then, if you continue to think about it deeply, many of the things written in periodicals that are ridiculed and regarded as fantasy are not "Shan Hai Jing" at all, but are very likely to be the truth.

   He shivered.

  If this report is sent up...I'm afraid...

   I'm afraid there will be an uproar in the world!

  Wu Ying kept suppressing the fear and excitement in his heart. He had read those periodicals more or less, and there were many things in them, which he really disdained, but now...

  After the final number was calculated thoroughly, he tremblingly picked up the notebook and checked it again.

   Then without further ado, he went to see Fu Yin.

  He hurried to the main hall, and Fu Yin happened to be seated today, sitting in the hall and drinking tea.

   Stepping into the threshold, a little scarecrow stepped on under his feet. Looking down, the ink on it had dried up.

  Of course, Wu Ying didn't care, he bowed down: "The student has met Fu Jun."

  Shun Tian Fu Liu Qing, still worried, another person came from the medical school, this time, asking for a mask again.

  This mask was originally produced by you in Xishan, which is good. You produced it and sold it to the imperial court. The imperial court bought your mask and gave it to you to distribute.

  Please save face, the old man has spent all his wealth in order to buy a house, and sold all the land in his hometown.

  This is an old man, how can I tell the household department?

   "What is it?"

   Liu Qing stared at Wu Ying, with fire in his eyes.

   "Your Majesty, the students have checked the number of typhoid fever this year, as well as the number of deaths, and I am here to report."

  (end of this chapter)