"The official is not arranged by God to save you. He is clearly here to heal you."
Cuizhu wanted to say this very much, but she couldn't.
After all, five thousand people have said this now. How can you, a little lady, overthrow everyone?
Looking at these people who kept kneeling down to thank God and listening to them keep saying words containing Zhao Ping in their mouths, Yu Mohua was stunned.
Yu Mohua looked at her brother and couldn't believe her eyes.
She quietly said to her brother: "Brother, do you think these people in Yanfang Residence are even crazier than the people in the village? They say that the officials are arranged by God to save them."
"The officials are the disciples of the gods, otherwise God would not arrange for anyone else to save the officials alone." She just looked at her brother for a few times and then focused her energy on the crazy crowd.
Yu Moyan just looked at his sister and focused on the people who kept shouting.
"Brother also thinks that this brother-in-law is really powerful," Yu Moyan nodded and couldn't help but sigh, "Why else could he save so many lives? He deserves to be called a disciple of the gods."
Although Yu Mohua didn't know the meaning of God's arrangement for Zhao Ping, Yu Moyan did.
He was startled, looking at his sister and Zhao Ping, and a very strange thought came to his mind.
Zhong Kui was startled by the shouts of these people. Why did Zhao Ping suddenly become a messenger sent by God?
That one should be the one who ascended to the angels, and that one should be the herdsman on behalf of heaven!
How could it be Zhao Ping? Could it be that Zhao Ping is? He still dared to think about it and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
But looking at these people who keep thanking God, all of them are spontaneous actions.
The only conceivable explanation is that Zhao Ping stepped forward when these people were desperate, making these people think that it was arranged by God.
Zhong Kui didn't dare to think about it anymore, he had to force himself to think like this.
After Zhao Ping left, Nan Tian had been feeling uneasy.
Not long after the Salt Division was established, thousands of people were poisoned by salt.
News came quickly later that someone was lying on the bed with vomiting and diarrhea and was unconscious.
Not only that, but the news that made him even more frightened was yet to come. The three Yun Wuya brothers also suffered from a poisonous attack.
It's over, it's over, you three Yun Wuya brothers are bringing it upon yourself.
If you die, you are dead. Once you die, you will die.
But if five thousand people die, it will not only be a disgrace to Yansi, but also a disgrace to Chengdu Prefecture.
Of course, Sichuan was also embarrassed, and the entire Song Dynasty was also embarrassed.
Doesn’t your Song Dynasty describe itself as the Celestial Kingdom? How could five thousand people be poisoned?
Five thousand people were not only poisoned, but also died one after another.
Could it be that this is what you call the Celestial Kingdom?
Not only the barbarians will laugh out loud, but even Dali will laugh out loud.
Although he didn't regret his death, he died because he had disgraced the entire Song Dynasty, so that was shameful.
To die in such a cowardly manner can be said to create a historical record.
That literati didn't want to leave a glorious mark in history, but dying like this would leave a lasting legacy.
Zhao Ping's medical skills are indeed good, but I have never heard of him treating poisoning.
Not only was he poisoned by poisonous salt this time, but there was no precedent for poisonous salt being able to cure him.
"Is this the way for God to survive?"
"Is this a way of survival that God didn't give me?"
Nan Tian kept staying at home, wandering around the coffee table. His wife's eyes kept moving along with his steps, her face was pale, and she didn't dare to breathe a word.
He took a sip of tea. Suddenly he grabbed the teacup and was about to throw it to the ground.
His wife hurriedly stepped forward to take down the tea cup, held him with both hands and said, "I heard that Zhao Ping is a disciple of the gods, so he must have a way."
He looked at his wife, nodded, and shook his head.
The next day, Nantian didn't have a good rest all night, so he set out at the beginning of Chenshi and took a carriage to Jingyan.
He rubbed his tired eyes and yawned constantly, thinking about things all the way, feeling extremely heavy.
Zhao Ping has already taken the front line. As an envoy, he must check and accept even the worst outcome.
He is a serious scholar, afraid of bumps and not very fast.
When he arrived at Jingyan's house, he was startled by the louder shouts.
Although I was shocked, the stone in my heart finally fell.
These people's voices were high, full of life and energy, and they clearly had hope.
Nantian's staff Nanfang shook his head while listening to the cries of landslides and tsunamis, and said: "These statements are indeed inappropriate. How can we say that Zhao Ping was arranged by God to save him? It should be the officials who arranged for them."
"It's indeed inappropriate, but it's the words of five thousand people and it's not easy to correct." Nan Tian didn't know how to describe his worries about gains and losses at this time.
Without Zhao Ping, it would be a trivial matter to lose his official position, but it would be a major matter to remain infamy for thousands of years.
With Zhao Ping, why are these salt shops shouting like this? He was not sent by God, but by his official family.
Nanfang looked at the kneeling crowd in front of him, shook his head and said, "Official, you must make your position clear. Also, I must be careful."
After saying that, he glanced at him worriedly, afraid that he would hear something he shouldn't hear, and even more, say something he shouldn't say.
Nan Tian nodded and carefully looked at the scene in front of him.
It is placed in front of people making dozens of large pots, and it attracts all the attention.
Steam curled up into the sky, exuding a strong medicinal smell to the surroundings.
In the past, people not only burped but also vomited when they smelled the medicine.
Because the medicinal taste of the black soup is too strong and too bitter.
But the noses of the people in front of them kept twitching, and they took a deep breath of the medicinal smell, fearing that it would slip away from them.
Why is this? Because it is Smilax decoction, which is the only medicine that can clear the internal organs.
Even if you can't drink the decoction, even if you can smell it, it will be beneficial.
Don't you see, haven't the three brothers Yun Wuyuan been poisoned?
Nan Tian pulled away from the crowd, found Zhao Ping, and saw Yun Zhongyi, who now hardly needed anyone's support.
It was already afternoon time. Yun Zhongyi ran to the hut a few more times and felt more relaxed.
The people in Yanfang learned how to take Smilax smilax decoction and kept observing him.
Yun Zhongyi has become a living example and the hope of everyone in Yanfang.
You know, he almost died yesterday, but today his symptoms are mostly improved.
His clan sister-in-law is similar now, with a hopeful smile on her face.
Zhao Ping wiped the cold sweat from his face. The experiment started with the two old people.
Fortunately, Smilax smilax did not disappoint the hope, and actually made the two elderly people more than half better.
People in Yanfang first bowed to the two old men and Zhao Ping, and then lined up on wheels to hold bowls of soup and medicine.
After all, these people are superstitious. While they thanked Zhao Ping, they also hoped that they would get good luck and get well soon from staying here with the two old people. Yun Wuya, Yun Wuyuan, Yun Wuchen and others were also among them, especially Yun Wuya who was in the most complicated mood.
This world is really so absurd. He never expected that one day Yun Wuya would ask Zhao Ping to save it.
Not only did he and his family need Zhao Ping to save him, but his tribe also needed Zhao Ping to save him.
He is a public speaker, and he has always been a scholar, giving advice, inspiring writing, and scolding Fang Qiu.
They are a group of public officials who control the entire Song Dynasty's public opinion.
They are aloof and look down upon all living beings.
They are not of high rank but have great power.
He opposed Zhao Ping everywhere, and even took the salt workshop from Zhao Ping.
Now he and his tribe have only one road, one is a road of death, the other is a road of survival. The choice is in Zhao Ping's hands.
This feeling is really uncomfortable, especially when I heard the spontaneous shouting of the tribe just now.
But he couldn't stop it and couldn't stop it.
With the help of Zhao Ping's Tu Fuling decoction, he, his family and his tribe were all saved.
No matter what prejudices he has, he must accept this love.
He felt like he was being suffocated.
It is the most difficult thing to repay a debt of gratitude in the world, let alone more than 5,000 lives.
I originally thought that the matter would end like this, but I didn't expect that Nan Tian, the envoy of the Yan Division, would also come.
Yun Wuya, Yun Wuyuan, Yun Wuchen, Yun Zhongxing and others couldn't help but change their expressions when they heard that this person was the envoy of the Salt Division.
Yun Zhongxing's hands were trembling and he said to Yun Wuyuan, "Bianzhi, is the envoy from the Salt Division here?"
"Yes, it is the envoy." Yun Wuyuan replied bravely.
Yun Zhongxing looked at Nan Tian's resentful eyes and asked in shock, "What are you bringing?"
"After such a big thing happened, what else is left to do?" Yun Wuyuan secretly looked at Nantian and sighed.
"Bianzhi, you are the judge," Yun Zhongxing solemnly bowed deeply to Yun Wuyuan, "The survival of the entire family depends on you."
Yun Wuyuan loved him openly. He came to Nantian and Zhao Ping and knelt down with a bang.
"Two superior officers, my subordinates have made this big mistake. No matter whether they are cut into pieces or exiled for three thousand miles, they all admit it." After saying this, he bowed respectfully to Nan Tian and Zhao Ping.
Nan Tian dared to give him a courtesy, so he hurriedly got out of the way.
This person bowed heavily and must have something to ask for, so Zhao Ping hurriedly moved out of the way.
When Yun Wuyuan saw the two of them moving away, he felt anxious and said, "Two Shangguan and Xiaguan clansmen sold all their houses and fields in order to come to Jingyan. They just hope to find a way to survive here."
"The sky will never be clear for three days, and the earth will never be three feet flat." Yun Wuyuan became more and more tragic as he spoke, "This is a living portrayal of Wushan."
"If it weren't for the poor mountains and rivers there, why would Xiaguan's family be willing to abandon their hometown and leave their hometown to come here?"
"It's true that God doesn't give me a way to survive. I beg the two superior officials to give the lower official family a way to survive." After saying this, he bowed heavily.
At this time, all the Yun family members knelt down and shouted: "I beg you two officials to give these little people a way to survive."
More than 5,000 people knelt down and shouted one after another. The momentum was really scary.
Nan Tian was startled and took a step back.
But he soon came to his senses. He had to be calmer in this situation and must not let them succeed.
He turned to Zhao Ping and asked, "Deputy Zhao has a microphone?"
Zhao Ping waved his hand, and Li Hanhe handed him a tin trumpet.
"A way out! Do you want a way out?" Nan Tian Tingtian was startled again by the voice. After all, this was the first time he used this thing.
