Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Chu Hang wanted to find out more from Yi Shuyuan. He knew that Mr. Yi must know what happened in the sky, but he was on official business after all, so when Li Qian left, he had no choice but to follow him.

Take a nap at noon, transform into a god in the sky and dream of slaying an evil dragon.

After gathering himself in the afternoon, Yi Shuyuan did not forget his promise. He took a wooden suitcase and went to the address left by the old woman in the morning for a medical visit.

Along the way, there were endless discussions about gods slaying demons. Some people could even shout the divine name of "The True Lord Ming Ling Destroys Disasters and Revealed Saints", and some even prayed frequently.

Whenever this happens, Yi Shuyuan has a special feeling in his heart. The interaction between the feelings brought by the transformation of the gods and the influence of the will of all living beings also gives him a deeper understanding of his own way.

However, no matter what the people in Dengzhou City or the entire Lingdong said, Yi Shuyuan himself seemed very calm, but Hui Mian in his arms was so excited that he couldn't stop talking.

"Sir, what does it look like when you transform into a god? Can you show me your transformation? It's not here. You can find a place where no one is around!"

"Sir, your title is so majestic. You didn't just pick it up casually, right?"

"Sir, next time when Shi Sheng and Qi Xiaozi ask, can they say that I, the Great God Yunlai, am the Great God under the command of the True Lord Ming Ling to extinguish the evil and manifest the Saint?"

"Yes, yes, that's right. Hahahahahaha. I am the great god subordinate to the True Lord Mingling Miehe Xiansheng. Hahahahaha."

Hui Mian huddled under Yi Shuyuan's hair and kept laughing, as if he had relieved a long-standing major pressure, and he was almost nervous when he laughed.

"As you wish."

Yi Shuyuan sighed.

"Great, sir is the best, sir is the most powerful, hahahahaha"

As Shi Sheng and Qi Xiaozi became more and more capable and knowledgeable, Hui Mian felt that his reputation as the Great Master Yunlai would one day be in jeopardy, but now it was better and everything was solved.

"What is this called? Sir, this means that there will be a way for the car to reach the mountain. God Yunlai will be blessed!"

"You call this shit luck!"

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but complain about Hui Mian. In fact, he sometimes thought about it in a bad way, thinking about when Hui Mian's "Yunlai Yunlai is awesome" was blown away, but he didn't expect that he would actually let him play with it. The loop is closed!

"Hey Hey."

Hui Mian just smiled, obviously in a good mood.

As Yi Shuyuan moved forward, one person and one mink gradually came to a somewhat dilapidated street. However, other places in the city were only relatively better, and this place could only be considered to have not been properly sorted out.

Passing through an alley, Old Yuan Yi Shuyuan saw the old woman cleaning some wild vegetables inside the half-collapsed wall.

"This mother-in-law, Yi is here."

The old woman raised her head and saw Yi Shuyuan walking towards him carrying a wooden box, and surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

"Doctor! You're here, come in quickly! I'll get you some water!"

The old woman put down the wild vegetables in her hands and hurried to the kitchen. She shook the teapot and saw that there was no water. When she looked again, the water tank was empty.

Yi Shuyuan said quickly.

"Don't bother, it's important to see a doctor. Where is your son now?"

"Yes, yes, doctor, follow me quickly!"

The old woman was slightly excited and took Yi Shuyuan to the house on one side. When she opened the door, there was an obvious smell of decay. This was a problem everywhere after the flood receded.

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, not because he couldn't stand the smell, but because he could tell that there was something wrong with the bed in the room.

"Son, the doctor is here. After the doctor examines you, your illness will be cured!"

The old woman led Yi Shuyuan into the house and was about to close the door when Yi Shuyuan hurriedly stopped him.

"The weather is hot and the breath is dirty. Although most patients cannot bear the wind and cold, it is still good to ventilate more."

"Hey, I listen to the doctor!"

Yi Shuyuan walked to the bedside. On the bed was a thin man, who seemed to be in his thirties or forties. He would be drowsy.

When Yi Shuyuan touched the man's forehead, it was very hot.

"Is there anyone else at home?"

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the old woman accompanying him answered miserably.

"My wife died young, everyone fled after the flood came, my daughter-in-law and grandson were separated and have not returned yet, the eldest daughter and the second daughter married away, and there is no news from the doctor for the time being. How is my son's condition?"

Yi Shuyuan opened the eyelids of the man on the bed, took a look, and felt for his pulse. In fact, he didn't need to do any of these unnecessary things. He could only tell with a single glance that the man on the bed was probably hopeless.

But even from the perspective of an ordinary doctor, one would not give up on a person easily, and there is still hope of salvation.

"What kind of discomfort does he feel when he is awake?"

"The fever persists, I vomit and cough, I feel uncomfortable and weak all over, and I can't sleep or eat well."

The old woman did not dare to continue as she spoke. Infinite fear arose in her heart, and she looked at Yi Shuyuan with a pleading look.

"Doctor, please, please"

"I'll try my best to calm him down first. If nothing happens, he will wake up when it gets cooler later today, and then he will have some appetite. Feed him some porridge. After a good night's sleep, his energy should be restored. , well don’t drink raw water.”

The old woman nodded repeatedly and remembered it in her heart.

"The next batch of medicinal materials from the imperial court will be shipped soon. I will help you prepare some by then."

"Thank you, thank you doctor!"

The old woman bowed and thanked Yi Shuyuan repeatedly, and Yi Shuyuan held her hand and motioned for her to go out first.

When only Yi Shuyuan and the patient were left in the room, Hui Mian's voice also emerged.

"Sir, isn't this person optimistic?"

"Um."

Plague is a general term for large-scale and difficult epidemics. Yi Shuyuan was not a medical student in his previous life, and he did not understand so many professional diseases. Apart from some common sense of hygiene, he naturally relied on the medical principles of this world.

This world's medical science also respects the principles of yin and yang and the five elements, and adheres to the internal and external Qi of the body. However, ordinary doctors need to listen carefully, ask questions, and then judge based on experience, but Yi Shuyuan sometimes understands it clearly at a glance.

"This level in Lingdong has not passed yet!"

The situation in Dengzhou City must be relatively good. There must be many doctors in various places in Lingdong who have already noticed that the plague is coming.

——

In the early morning of the third day, Li Qian and his entourage rode their fast horses to the outside of Lijia Village in Datong County.

After identifying themselves and explaining their purpose to the villagers, the people in Lijia Village took Li Qian to the direction of the Earth Temple at the head of the village. The local people still respected this imperial mission for disaster relief who was also named Li.

In front of the old site of Tutu Temple, many villagers brought Li Qian here.

"Look, sir, this is where the dragon's head fell. It was still full of fog at the time. When the fog cleared, there was a dragon's head inside!"

"Yes, it's about the same size as the original Earth Temple!" "It's scary!"

Li Qian and the accompanying guards looked at the ground. There was a large pit. The soil had been compacted. The newly grown grass and vegetation during this period had also been flattened, and many of them were pressed into the soil.

Li Qian, who was born in the Ministry of Industry, could clearly tell that this was not a dug hole, but one that had been deeply pressed down by heavy objects. However, the hole was now empty.

"Only you, Lijiacun, saw it?"

"No, people from several surrounding villages came to see it, but when people from further away came over, the faucet had disappeared."

"How did you disappear?"

Under Li Qian's questioning, some people in Lijia Village were thinking hard while others were scratching their heads.

"It's like it melted, turned into a mist and then gradually disappeared."

A guard on the side carrying the Emperor's Sword looked at the villagers and said doubtfully.

"Could it be your imagination?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the village looked dissatisfied.

"What are you talking about? What is an illusion? I even touched it!"

"Yes, I touched it." "Me too, that solid head is the sinful dragon's head!"

"That's right, it was the sinful dragon's head that was chopped off by the Holy Lord Xian Sheng!" "If you don't believe me, you can ask the people in the nearby villages!"

Li Qian nodded, actually he was 90% convinced.

In the Dengzhou territory, or in the Lingdong disaster area, where is it that there is no legend about gods slaying evil dragons?

Even though the court may find this matter ridiculous and may even be taboo, Li Qian thought about it and decided to submit the document truthfully. Officials from Lingdong states and thousands of people can testify!

That night, Li Qian, who rushed back to Dengzhou City, turned on the lights and sat down at his desk. Instead of letting Chu Hang write for him, he wrote the memorial himself. After all, he had to be cautious this time.

After thinking for a moment, I carefully put pen to paper.

"I have heard that when a saint brings order to chaos, evildoers will always stand in his way; when the emperor governs the world and reverses the order of the country, evil dragons will cause chaos and bring disaster to the land east of the mountains."

Although the emperor is known as the emperor, because he wears a dragon robe, he often adds the title of real dragon in front of the emperor. When the dragon's head falls from the sky, the people on the land of Lingdong know that it is God who slayed the evil dragon.

But what would the emperor think?

Li Qian was really a little nervous when he wrote the memorial. He briefly mentioned the topic at the beginning, and then mixed allusions and rainbow farts for a while before talking about it. After less than half of the chapter, he started to talk about what happened in Lingdong.

What happened before and after Hanlu was reported to Chengtian Mansion ten days later.

When Lingdong Dao's memorial was presented to the emperor, several important ministers who had already read it in advance looked puzzled. Emperor Dayong also looked shocked after reading it.

"How does the Prime Minister view this matter?"

The old man in the phase hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and said.

"Li Qian worked hard to provide disaster relief, but he is by no means a person who is good at telling lies. What the article said may be a rumor spread by the victims of Lingdong disaster. People are very superstitious, so they believe that there is a monster at work."

The old prime minister actually knew very well, and although there were a lot of dirty things involved in this disaster relief, the emperor was extremely resolute in rescuing the people.

People like Li Qian are people who do practical things. They will definitely encounter many difficulties in the disaster area, but they can definitely see the emperor's efforts. Even if he is dissatisfied, it is impossible to write an article and arrange the emperor's work.

If Yi Shuyuan can definitely understand the prime minister here, Li Qian is more like an engineering talent who is good at hard work. It seems that he is more likely to be dissatisfied with the court than some people who understand the world, but this is not the case.

Li Qian can figure out how powerful the imperial court is and what the actual situation is. Knowing this, he can understand the imperial court and the Holy Emperor better than some people, so he cannot do such a thing.

Although the Prime Minister knows that the current Holy Lord is a wise king, his nerves have been tense for a long time, and he may not be happy after reading this article.

The emperor couldn't help laughing when he heard this and shook his head.

"It can be seen that Li Qian wrote this article very carefully. I don't mean to blame him, but"

The words ended here. The emperor took this memorial and looked at the window opposite. The wood carving above the window edge of the bed was also engraved with dragon patterns.

Is it true that the floods in Lingdong were caused by demonic dragons?

The emperor's heart was like a mirror. If the prime minister could see Li Qian clearly, so could he.

A person like Li Qian would not beat around the bush in writing an article, so the article written by Li Qian can only represent what he believes to be the facts.

Again, people like Li Qian could believe it to be true to a certain extent, so the emperor couldn't help but doubt Lingdong's situation.

"Okay, Li Qian's side is in urgent need of medicinal materials in addition to food. Do you have any countermeasures?"

"Your Majesty, I believe that the blockade is not enough. In addition to raising funds from the court, we should also loosen the controls appropriately and encourage merchants to go to Lingdong voluntarily."

The emperor looked at the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance who was speaking, and after a slight nod, the latter continued.

“Even though it may be more expensive, there won’t be no medicine available at the critical moment.”

"That's all, that's it. Dear ladies, please try your best to raise funds!"

"I obey the decree!"

The emperor's tone was relatively relaxed, and the ministers were naturally relaxed a lot. They bowed and left one after another.

"Good luck."

The great eunuch Zhang Liangxi stepped forward to respond.

"The old slave is here!"

"What do you mean by the direction of Dengzhou?"

Zhang Liangxi reported truthfully.

"Old slave has just received the report from the spies. It is indeed as Master Li said. In Dengzhou, Zhaozhou, Yunzhou and other places, people are spreading rumors about the god slaying the dragon."

The emperor nodded slightly and looked at the memorial in his hand.

"The clear spirit extinguishes the calamity and reveals the true sage."

The emperor had already made up his mind to issue an order to rectify the gods in the future, but he had to wait until the disaster situation became more stable.