Throughout the morning, Zhao Yang spent a lot of time and experience explaining the "principles" of the epidemic and its transmission routes. Not to mention that Wang Zhongzheng and others were sore at writing, and his mouth was dry when he described it.
After all, this content is very critical - if you don’t know its principles and transmission methods, how can you achieve epidemic prevention and control?
Just like Li Gongfeng's previous description of Zhao Yang, doctors in epidemic areas basically only pay attention to those severe patients who can smell the "epidemic gas", but they are unable to identify mild patients who actually also carry the virus and have no clue about them. Prevention, so that loopholes in epidemic prevention frequently appear, and one button pops up another, eventually leading to the spread of the disease and making it difficult to control.
Therefore, if you want to achieve control, you must understand its principles and communication methods.
To this end, Zhao Yang tried his best to be detailed and easy to understand, so he did not use obscure text descriptions throughout the article. He wrote six drafts before and after, and the number of words increased from more than 2,000 to more than 3,000 words. One piece was finally enough to satisfy him.
In the afternoon, Zhao Yang and others will draft the second block, which is how to prevent the epidemic, or the specific and detailed regulations for epidemic prevention.
Half of this piece of content can be referred to the epidemic prevention regulations compiled by the Royal Pharmacy Institute, but more of it can be based on the epidemic prevention standards of later generations, such as hand washing, disinfection, maintaining distance between people, etc.
It was even suggested that the court formulate relevant laws and impose heavy penalties on concealment, dumping of filth at will, and hoarding.
Zhao Yang experienced an epidemic that swept the world in his later life. He was familiar with these epidemic prevention regulations, but it took time to write them down one by one, and an hour flew by in an instant.
It wasn't until three minutes later that Concubine Zhang sent Huang Zhao, the consecrated official at the east end, to deliver a box of cakes. This made Zhao Yang a little confused: Concubine Zhang had shown her kindness several times, could she be trying to win over me?
If you think about it carefully, it's not impossible. After all, everyone knows that Concubine Zhang covets the position of queen.
But he would never get involved in official affairs.
Having said that, this box of pastries is indeed good. The materials are exquisite and the workmanship is fine. It is soft in the mouth and has a moderate sweetness. Compared with the ones that Zhao Yang has eaten in later generations, it is even better. It is indeed worthy of being a banned tribute.
As dusk approached, the first draft of several thousand words on epidemic prevention was basically written, but it was too late to revise it.
Zhao Yang, who racked his brains for this, didn't even have any appetite for dinner at night. After coping with it for a while, he went to his small couch and fell asleep, which made Zhao Zhen quite dumbfounded.
By the way, Zhao Zhen still went to Ninghua Hall that night to find Concubine Zhang to sleep with.
The next day, which was the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhao Yang and others were still busy from morning to afternoon. After deleting, deleting, editing and rewriting several times, the epidemic prevention regulations were also compiled. For this reason, Wang Zhongzheng and others had sore hands as they wrote each one. .
After confirming that there were no errors or omissions, Zhao Yang stuffed the pile of papers into the cover and took Wang Zhongzheng and others to the side hall.
At this time, Zhao Zhen was still reviewing the papers in the palace. Wang Shougui was the first to notice Zhao Yang and reminded him in a low voice: "Guan family, the young man is here."
Zhao Zhen raised his head, smiled and asked, "Have you finished writing?"
"Ah, I'm done." Zhao Yang handed the note to Wang Shougui, who came forward to greet him, and the latter handed it to Zhao Zhen respectfully.
"It's quite decent." Zhao Zhen smiled, glanced at the cover of Zhazi, and read: "Regulations on the Control and Prevention of Panic Epidemics"..."
What regulations?
Zeng Gongliang, who was studying daily life, turned his head in surprise. He thought the official had assigned the boy the task of practicing calligraphy.
"That is to say, all epidemic diseases can be controlled according to these regulations." Zhao Yang explained.
What a big breath!
When Zeng Gongliang looked sideways, Zhao Zhen also raised his eyebrows in surprise, took out the notes inside, and read them carefully one by one, gradually looking solemn.
During this period, Wang Shougui personally brought a stool, ordered people to prepare tea, and asked Zhao Yang to sit and wait. This made Zeng Gongliang a little hesitant to write a note to the eunuch.
Suddenly, Zhao Zhen suddenly said: "The king knows that in the future, when the palace people drink water, they must drink cooked water and not raw water."
"……yes."
Wang Shougui responded hesitantly and didn't know what was going on.
In fact, drinking water is very rare in the palace. Not to mention the ladies of the official family and the harem, even the ordinary eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial soldiers often drink tea and wine instead of drinking water. Unless they are really thirsty, it is unlikely that they will. Drink raw water.
In contrast, ordinary people are not so particular, especially poor people. Drinking raw water is common. Firstly, it is convenient. Secondly, boiling water requires firewood and charcoal, which is a big expense.
Zhao Zhen also thought about it, and he even thought of the great epidemic caused by the flood in Bianjing five years later.
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Zhen ordered Wang Shougui: "Invite all the ministers to come and report. ... Mr. Ye also invited them."
"Yes." Seeing the official's serious expression, Wang Shougui hurriedly sent someone to invite him.
About half an hour later, Chen Zhizhong, Wen Yanbo, Song Xiang, Pang Ji, and Gao Ruona arrived at Chuigong Hall one after another.
"Seeing that Mr. Chen has recovered, I will feel at ease."
Zhao Yang stood up and bowed to Chen Zhizhong.
Chen Zhizhong was an old man. He guessed his intention. He was grateful and smiled back: "Thanks to the royal medicine entrusted by the official to send me, I feel refreshed after drinking it. The medicine has arrived." The disease is cured…”
"After all, it's imperial medicine..."
"Yeah."
Seeing the old and young looking at each other and smiling, except for Zhao Zhen who smiled slightly and turned a blind eye, Wen Yanbo, Song Xiang, Pang Ji, and Gao Ruona all looked surprised.
Everyone in the court knew that Chen Zhizhong was sick at home. Everyone knew that this old guy was embarrassed and angry because he had been humiliated in front of the officials before, so he pretended to be sick at home, and even took the initiative to hand in his resignation letter.
At that time, there was a discussion among the officials. Everyone thought that the official would remove him and then let Wen Yanbo advance as usual. But who would have thought that two days ago in the afternoon, they suddenly received news that the official had offended someone that day. Chen Zhizhong's boy brought a priest from the imperial medicine hospital to his door to apologize and inquire about his condition.
Doesn't this mean that officials have no intention of removing Chen Zhizhong?
Sure enough, after just one night, Chen Zhizhong made a "miraculous" recovery and appeared in front of his colleagues as if nothing had happened.
At that time, Song Xiang thought that the officials had forced Zhao Yang to go to Chen's house to apologize, but now looking at the boy's attitude towards Chen Zhizhong, it doesn't seem like he was forced...
Although Song Xiang was extremely intelligent, he never guessed the truth for a moment, but this did not prevent him from glancing at Wen Yanbo calmly like Pang Ji did to see how the latter would react.
As expected, although Wen Yanbo was smiling, his smile felt forced.
As for Gao Ruona, he stared at Zhao Yang almost the whole time, not knowing what he was thinking.
Later, when he saw that the old man and the young man had finished their show, Zhao Zhen coughed lightly and said, "It seems that Mr. Ye will arrive a little later. Mr. Ye, please take a look at this note first."
As he said this, he asked Wang Shougui to hand the "Regulations on the Prevention and Control of Epidemic Diseases" compiled by Zhao Yang to several of his husbands.
Because there was only one copy, each person only shared a few pictures and exchanged them for viewing.
Chen Zhizhong was assigned to the home page. After looking at it for a few times, he said doubtfully: "I dare to ask the officials, this is..."
"It's the "Regulations on the Prevention and Control of Epidemic Diseases" compiled by Zhao Yang in the past two days..." Zhao Zhen raised his hand and explained.
Chen Zhizhong said hurriedly: "It turns out that it was compiled by Xiao Langjun. I must read it carefully..."
This guy... is so shameless!
Wen Yanbo, Song Xiang, Pang Ji, and Gao Ruona secretly despised him.
Chen Zhizhong didn't care what these people thought. Since Zhao Yang had given him enough face, he would naturally reciprocate the favor.
Of course, this son is favored by the official family, which is also the reason why he hopes to get closer to the other party.
I saw him pretending to be serious and reading the note in his hand, but after reading only a few lines, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
The same goes for Wen Yanbo, Song Xiang, and Pang Ji. Originally, they only had the patience to look at it for the sake of the official family. I didn't think that guy could write anything useful, but he looked at it. It just felt wrong.
These regulations are much stricter than those compiled by the Royal Pharmacy Academy and the Hanlin Medical Officer Academy.
Looking at each other, everyone exchanged readings and remained silent the whole time.
After they had finished reading, except for Gao Ruona, the other people looked at Zhao Yang with obviously different eyes.
Noticing this scene, Zhao Zhen was in a good mood for some reason, and asked everyone with a smile: "What do you think of this son's writing?"
Chen Zhizhong, Wen Yanbo, Song Xiang, and Pang Ji looked at each other and did not answer immediately. The reason was that the content written by Zhao Yang in Zhazi was beyond their understanding and they could not judge.
For example, Zhao Yang proposed "invisible pests to the naked eye."
Gao Ruonei questioned this and sneered: "This so-called plague insect... is hard to see with the naked eye, how can I be sure that it is there?"
Zhao Yang frowned and glanced at Gao Ruona: "I can't see your loyalty to the official family. Do you dare to say you don't have it?"
"..."
Gao Ruona was at a loss for words, angry and flustered, and hurriedly bowed to the officials and said: "My loyalty to the officials can be seen from the sun and the moon..."
"Hmm." Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only nod to express his approval.
Seeing this, Chen Zhizhong and Pang Ji couldn't help but sneer, while Song Xiang secretly shook his head and glanced at Gao Ruona speechlessly.
No one expected that at this moment, Wen Yanbo said calmly: "Young Master is quick in thinking and eloquent, which is really admirable. However, for something as serious as an epidemic, Isn't it inappropriate for Young Master to take the opportunity to slander his colleagues?" ?”
Everyone in the hall looked at Wen Yanbo, and Zhao Yang was no exception: "This gentleman is..."
Wen Yanbo slightly cupped his hands: "The following is Yanbo."
"Oh, oh." Zhao Yang suddenly realized, with a bit of weirdness on his face: "It turns out to be Mr. Wen... I know you."
Wen Yanbo said calmly: "The little reputation made the young man laugh."
Zhao Yang shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, Mr. Wen is very famous, quite famous..."
Wen Yanbo looked at Zhao Yang doubtfully.
Unknowingly, the atmosphere in the hall became strange, and everyone also turned their eyes to the two of them, glancing back and forth with different expressions.
Only Zhao Zhen could understand Zhao Yang's deep meaning, but he didn't understand why Zhao Yang acted so strangely, which was obviously different from Fan Zhongyan back then.
Could it be...
