"I didn't expect that more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and my nephew is already so old."

Huangfu Song seemed to recall the past, and a trace of memory appeared on the old face.

Seeing this, Qin Yi burst into laughter. He didn't expect that the cheap dad would leave so many connections for himself back then.

It's a pity that he didn't tell his predecessor.

"I thought of some things about the old people temporarily, which made my nephew and you laugh."

After a while, Huangfu Song woke up from his memory and looked at Qin Yi and the others and said apologetically.

"Uncle Huangfu really is a man of temperament."

Qin Yi smiled slightly.

Huangfu Song smiled helplessly, and after that, everyone chatted for a while.

That Zhu Junzhong Lang will see the skeletons that are constantly being cleaned out, and finally piled together.

At the same time, there were some Yulin guards who were throwing something, which made Zhu Jun a little puzzled.

So, he asked Cao Cao.

"Captain Cao, why did these soldiers pile their bodies together?"

"Isn't it enough to bury it on the spot?"

"Also, what are those soldiers throwing?"

Hearing Zhu Jun's words, Cao Cao glanced at Qin Yi and said seriously.

"Master Zhu Zhonglang, brother Ziyang just said that if these corpses are left alone, it is very likely to cause a plague."

Just after Cao Cao finished speaking, Qin Yi added.

"General Zhu, Brother Meng De is right."

"With so many corpses, if you don't deal with them, there will be few plagues."

"Even more serious things may happen."

Qin Yi said that a picture of a corpse in a field appeared in his mind.

Countless big Han people, because of the plague, their homes were destroyed, and they left their hometowns.

"Nephew Qin Yi, is there anything we need to do?"

Huangfu Song saw that Qin Yi's expression didn't look like a fake, so he became serious.

Plague is a natural and man-made disaster in this era. Once it occurs, it will cause at least [-] casualties.

Even if it cannot be isolated in time and radiated to the entire state capital, with the medical level of this era, the casualties will be even more severe.

Especially for today's big man with internal and external troubles, it is no less than the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"The processing work is almost done."

"At present, it is necessary to wait for the bodies to be cleaned up, and then collectively burn them with fire."

Qin Yi heard the words and said after thinking for a while.

"That's fine, that's fine."

"I didn't expect nephew Qin Yi to know how to deal with the plague."

Hearing what Qin Yi said, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, nephew Qin Yi, if there is a plague in the future, will there be a solution?"

Immediately, Huangfu Song looked at Qin Yi with burning eyes and said.

"Have."

"However, this matter is a long story, and I will write it down with pen and ink when it is changed."

Qin Yi heard the words, flipped through his mind about the means of dealing with the plague, and nodded.

"Great!"

"Master Qin, you don't know how many people you can save."

……

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Chapter 18 Control and measures against the plague

The next day, Changsha City.

The big sun is in the sky, hanging high in the air.

At this moment, the original Yellow Turban camp had been sprinkled with quicklime under Qin Yi's order to prevent the plague from happening.

At the same time, tens of thousands of skeletons were thrown into the pit.

In front of a large pit dug temporarily, Qin Yi, Cao Cao, Huangfu Song and his party, under the guard of a group of Han troops, held torches.

"One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die."

Qin Yi looked at the skeletons in the mass grave and sighed slightly.

After speaking, he took the lead in throwing the torch in his hand into the mass grave.

I saw that as soon as the torch fell on the corpse that was sprinkled with kerosene, it immediately ignited.

At the same time, a row of soldiers holding torches threw their torches into the mass grave.

Torches, lit one after another.

A fire broke out in the mass grave.

A thick smoke rose slowly.

"Finally, it's over."

As the body was disposed of, Qin Yi's heart was relieved.

"Next, we have to make the plan for the plague."

Qin Yi had an idea in his heart, so he said to Huangfu Song and others.

"Uncle Huangfu, Brother Meng De, now that the war in the Changsha has come to an end temporarily, Ziyang will go to rest first. By the way, I will sort out the measures to control the plague."

Hearing what Qin Yi said, Huangfu Song agreed immediately.

He had been thinking about the plan in Qin Yi's mouth for a long time.

After all, once what Qin Yi said is true, the meaning to the big man is great.

Even enough to be recorded in the history books.

"Okay, then it's hard work, nephew."

I saw Huangfu Song smiled slightly towards Qin Yi.

"It's not hard work. Since this move can benefit the people of the Han Dynasty, Ziyang will definitely go all out."

Qin Yi heard the words and said righteously.

After saying that, he said goodbye to Cao Cao and others. Under the escort of Dian Wei, he returned to the Changshe City. Huangfu Song specially prepared a courtyard for Qin Yi.

……

A moment later, under a rain pavilion, Qin Yi sat on a stone bench, and in front of him was a stone table full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

In front of Qin Yi, Dian Wei, who had a ferocious face, was doing a job that did not match his face - grinding ink.

Take the best graphite and grind it in the inkstone.

"Master, the ink is finished."

Until Dian Wei grinded the ink well, Qin Yi still held a brush and did not start a brush for a long time.

"Master, but don't know how to write?"

Dian Wei looked at Qin Yi and seemed to be in a daze, and couldn't help but smile.

Qin Yi heard the words and shook his head slightly.

At this moment, he is sorting out the memories of the plague in his mind.

The reason why Qin Yi knew about the control measures of this plague was also related to a TV series called "Myth" that he had come into contact with in his previous life.

In that TV series, the male protagonist is a traveler, who happens to know the measures to control the plague.

So, it happened to be recorded.

At this moment, after a period of combing, Qin Yi finally started to write!

I saw that Qin Yi's brows, which were originally locked because of combing his memories, relaxed.

Then, lift the pen barrel, point the tip of the pen into the inkstone that Dianwei has just polished, and it is covered with ink.

Gently passed over the inkstone platform, and then, writing like a god, on the slightly rough yellowed paper, dragon and phoenix danced eight characters.

【Control and Measures of Plague】

Seeing Qin Yi writing, Dian Wei hurriedly closed his mouth and began to study ink again.

At the same time, after Qin Yi wrote down the [Plague Control and Measures], as if there was divine help, flowers blossomed and he picked up the pen quickly.

Not long after, the first sheet of paper was filled.

I saw a row of official script fonts written on it.

Its contents are roughly as follows.

"The so-called plague is not the sorcery of the southern barbarians, nor the so-called strange power and chaos!"

"In my opinion, this is a total invisible war!"

"If the plague is compared to the soldiers of the enemy country, then the civilians are our soldiers. Every time a civilian is infected, it means that our combat effectiveness will be reduced."

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