Liu Zheng's shout startled a group of people.
He shouted with a livid face: "How can you dispose of plague corpses at will?"
This dead patient must have pathogenic parasites on his body! It was these pathogens that entered the water source that caused the entire Dunhuang to fall into the plague.
These people actually do this!
"Liu, Liu Zhizhou..."
"We don't want this either, but we can't keep these bodies!"
"Yes, Liu Zhizhou, keeping him will be harmful to people!"
said a group of refugees.
Liu Zheng said coldly: "Does it mean that if you throw it into the water, it won't harm people?"
Someone kowtowed and said, "Liu Zhizhou, malaria is an evil spirit! Those who die from malaria cannot rest in the soil. They can only be washed by the water god before they can be reincarnated!"
"Yes Liu Zhizhou!"
"That's how it's always been done!"
Liu Zheng was confused when he heard this. It seems that there is a reason why this ancient plague becomes out of control once it becomes rampant. Feudal superstitious ideas are killing people!
He said coldly: "Never throw it into the water or bury it in the ground. Burn it all to ashes!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
"Master Liu, you absolutely must not!"
"Master Liu..."
"Liu Zhizhou, this, this, this, how can you desecrate the dead like this!"
"Absolutely not!"
Upon hearing this, all the refugees became angry. People in ancient times respected their parents, who were responsible for their body, hair, and skin, and governed the country with filial piety. The dead were honored, so the burial method for the dead was burial. "All living things must die and return to the earth", "souls return to heaven, and bodies return to earth". Based on the awe of ghosts, the fantasy of life in the underworld, and the attachment of relatives to the deceased, people naturally formed the worship of the dead. , which means certain disposal and protection of the corpse.
Therefore, after death, there are earth burials and water burials.
But absolutely no cremation!
At least the water burial is all thrown away, but if you have to watch the corpses of your relatives being burned into a pile of ashes by fire, who can bear this?
Confucianism makes people unable to accept cremation.
Naturally, he couldn't accept Liu Zheng's suggestion.
Liu Zheng said coldly: "The dead are the source of the plague. Only cremation can destroy the pathogen! If you want to live well, burn them all!"
After saying this.
Qin Changfeng had already led a group of soldiers to collect the corpses.
Everyone was shouting, crying and howling.
"How can this not make sense? How can it not make sense..."
"Liu Zhizhou, you are famous for your benevolence and righteousness, but today you did something so outrageous to both humans and gods!"
"Unworthy descendants!"
"Master of Heaven and Earth, how do you face your own parents, how do you face today's Holy Master!"
"Dog thief!"
A group of people began to curse, especially the family members of the deceased. They rushed over excitedly to stop them, but were blocked by Yinzhou soldiers.
For a time, the entire refugee camp was filled with howling ghosts and wolves.
It is said that the world is declining and filial piety has collapsed!
Liu Zheng looked at all this coldly.
He was not going to reason with them because he knew it would not make sense. Then simply act violently. Extraordinary times, extraordinary actions. He didn't need to explain to anyone.
Soon, the hundreds of corpses were piled together.
Qin Changfeng brought a bucket of Quelehodo, poured it on the corpses, and lit it on fire.
"Dog thief, dog thief, I will fight with you!"
A young man, with tears streaming down his face, rushed towards Liu Zheng with a hoe, but in an instant, he was kicked back by Pei Qianyun who was beside Liu Zheng.
The flame of hatred seemed to be ignited instantly.
This afternoon, they were still grateful for the arrival of the Yinzhou Army and Liu Zhizhou's awe-inspiring righteousness. At this time, Liu Zheng had become a demon-like existence in their eyes.
Liu Zheng didn't take it seriously and said calmly: "Living well is the greatest filial piety."
"One act of filial piety during one's lifetime is worth more than a hundred sticks of incense on the grave!"
"No matter how much you hate me, you must live on first, and then continue to hate me!"
"Today's cremation will be carried out by Liu Zheng alone!"
After saying this, he turned and left, leaving only the group of refugees, who continued to beat their chests and wailed.
The next day.
The situation is still not optimistic.
By morning, hundreds more people were dead!
Still cremated.
Liu Zheng saw the horror of this ancient plague for the first time. In order to keep themselves alive, the 90,000 people in the Yinzhou Army had to drink smelly juice every day to prevent it... If no one in the Yinzhou Army was infected, Liu Zheng would have begun to doubt whether this Artemisia annua was working or not.
He looked at the people one by one, running a high fever in front of him, with pale faces, trembling and even twitching... If these were just a few people, that would be fine, but there were nearly 20,000 people!
The entire camp was busy from morning to night.
finally.
At the end of the second day, the good news came.
Someone is cured!
Immediately afterwards, cured cases appeared one after another. Liu Zheng breathed a deep sigh of relief. After two days, Liu Zheng finally showed a smile on his face.
But on the third day...
A problem arises.
Artemisia annua, not enough!
Only then did Liu Zheng realize that he had underestimated the consumption rate of Artemisia annua due to the plague... After all, the 90,000 Yinzhou Army had to drink, the patients had to drink, and the severely ill patients drank even more. Looking at a lot of Artemisia annua, after being squeezed into juice, there is actually not much.
As a result, all the artemisia they collected along the way was used up in just three days.
Liu Zheng began to mobilize the Yinzhou Army to collect supplies nearby, but it was of no use as the consumption was too fast.
Liu Zheng and Qingyang Shuo smiled bitterly.
It seems that they are still too optimistic.
Qingyang Shuo sighed: "Master, this matter needs to be considered carefully."
Liu Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, Liu Zheng understands what you mean. But it concerns the safety of the people in the world, and Zheng really dare not neglect it! At this time, millions of people are going through difficulties together, and every cent must be fought for. No matter whether we can make profits from it, then Zheng Aren't they no different from others? In Zheng's eyes, the world is created equal, and the common people are never victims of struggle!"
He knew what Qingyang Shuo meant...
Liu Zheng should first apply for an exclusive prescription for Artemisia annua, which can cure plague, in accordance with the latest patent law. In this way, Yinzhou can make huge profits from artemisinin.
certainly.
Liu Zheng thought the same way before.
However……
It's too late now. The patent law just promulgated by the Longyan Dynasty still requires a lot of application procedures.
How many people will die this time?
He was worried that the plague would be out of control!
He must tell the world that Artemisia annua can cure the plague!
He wants everyone in the world to take action and send wormwood to this place!
But in this case, this exclusive prescription no longer belongs to him, but has truly become a prescription for the whole world. As a result, Yinzhou will lose at least one year of military expenditure every year!
That's why Qingyang Shuo had such a reminder.
Are you going to apply for a patent first while watching people continue to die one after another? If Liu Zheng were a hero, he would definitely ignore the safety of the people and keep this money-making machine firmly in his hands.
It is better to tell the world immediately and let the whole people resist the plague!
Without any hesitation, Liu Zheng immediately picked up the pen and paper and started writing.
Qingyang Shuo's eyes flashed, he clasped his fists and praised sincerely: "Young Master is a true hero. He has ambitions in the world, and he is not as good as a great one!"
An hour later.
Dozens of homing pigeons took off in the Yinzhou Army.
