Chapter 1247: Five hundred fifty one

Chapter 1247 Chapter 551: Upheaval
"Grandpa, shall we go now?"
Standing on the deck of the farmer's merchant ship, the young man watched as a large number of supplies were transported onto the cargo ship by the clan warriors, and hesitated towards the farmer beside him.
There are countless blue veins in the hand of the spirited old man holding the pole of the boat. It is not a simple decision to give up Chaochang's foundation.
But the old man knew when he should stand against the crowd, so even if there were some optimistic and innocent voices in the family, he was forced to suppress it.
But the grandson's question was like the last grass that crushed the camel, breaking the nerves that had been stretched to the limit.
"How are you doing?"
The young man full of courage to change the world did not realize the change in his grandfather’s tone, but said with confidence:
The farm is a rich family in Longzhou. Now Chaochang is chaotic and the plague is raging. It should be our family who came out to give a shout and lead. It's a great time for countless families to get out of the predicament!"
"Is it?"
Master Nong turned to look at his beloved little grandson, and asked faintly: "Do you think that the plague in Chaochang is an opportunity for my clan?"
"Exactly!"
The young man held his head high, and his eyes shining like stars were full of longing for the future: "At this time, those Chaochang families are panicked like headless flies, and naturally they can't think of a solution to the problem. The source of the plague is to give The drainage system is a problem, but there are so many cities in the world that do not rely on water supply and drainage systems. As long as Chaochang is divided into small urban areas, the regional water wells are purified to ensure that the water source is clear. Then, healers will be sent from the outer city. Suppress the plague, do both, and the plague will kill itself!"
"well said."
After the farmer exclaimed, he said to the happy young man: "Give your family three hundred samurai. In March, as long as you can protect a street in the inner city of Chaochang, you are a candidate for the next son of the farm family."
The expression of the young man who was still very energetic just now changed. The original intention of these words was to let his grandfather know that he is different from the extravagant and lustful rice bugs in the clan. Most of the passionate words that point to Jiangshan are also the speeches in the private reception of the unhappy counsellors. to sum up.
But the feasibility of these exciting methods, let alone him, even the counselor who proposed the solution has no idea.
Just relying on this to solve the danger of Chaochang, isn't it like hitting stones with eggs and throwing dogs with meat.
Even if there is such a big pie as the next clan candidate, he can't muster the courage to let it go.
"grandfather"
But the determined farmer did not give the young man any time to excuse, and he only said to a red-haired man behind him: "Order the three hundred warriors and send the young man off the boat."
"Good lord!"
The red-haired man grinned and stretched out his right arm made of iron and steel, lifted the desperate little boy like a chicken, and dragged it out of the rear compartment.
"Master Jingxian is also a young man. Why are you doing this?"
Looking at the little grandson being dragged away, the farmer felt terribly distressed. Seeing that there was no one left, he complained to the farmer.
"The farmer doesn't need rice bugs who can only talk about it."
Rujian raised his eyebrows, and Mr. Nong complained to his wife: "It’s because you are too petting, so Chaochang Nong made out some straw bags of wine and rice bags. I don’t know that the world is difficult, so I drank and had fun with some of my clients every day and he praised the world. If you don’t sharpen your talent, returning to Yan Cang will only become a laughing stock!"
"But Jing Xian has been by our side since childhood and has never been alone. Now this plague has come so fiercely again. If he is a child, if he has three long and two short, how should his concubine live!"
Being drunk by the peasant master, coupled with the departure of his grandson, made the peasants cry.
"Father and mother are so defeated!"
Looking upset, Master Nong said viciously: "With Liu Hong watching over, you are still afraid that he will not die."
"Sailing, turning the rudder, sailing!"
On the fifth day of April, more than 30 Nong's shops on Zhuque Street in Shangcheng District were closed, and the people from the farmer's house went to the building to be empty. Only then did people find that Yan Cangnong had moved all the materials and evacuated Chaochang.
The angry people felt that they had been betrayed. The farmer's young son Nong Jingxian and 300 soldiers were surrounded by groups of angry people.
In the chaos, no one could hear the young man's words clearly, and the people just repeatedly shouted: "Why don't you take us along!"
"Why doesn't the farmer take us along!"
With the departure of Yan Cangnong, Chuanyuan Liu's caravan also drove out of the East City. The awe-inspiring army formation was the flash of steel swords and iron armor, blocking all the refugees who wanted to climb up.
Some astute people knew that this might be an opportunity, so they followed the caravan to flee, and Liu did not drive away.
With the departure of the two great families in Longzhou, the families of Chaochang seemed to have received some kind of signal. Almost overnight, the porridge sheds, medicine houses, and even the patrolling warriors disappeared.
The desperate patient can only walk aimlessly on the street, and then fall down without knowing when, coughing and suffocating, or dying from ulcers.
From being contaminated by the plague to dying, the people are left alive for only three days, or even less.
The water supply and drainage system has been completely abandoned. Wells and Qutang have become Chaochang’s most important materials. In this plague-stricken city, no one cares about fame and bottom line. The people who fought in the past returned with steel swords and arrows.
To live oneself or the people, the clean water source left by Chaochang simply cannot supply the whole city, and in this plague, the aristocratic family cannot be regarded as the strong.
But the darker the age, the more people yearn for the light. When everyone is overwhelmed by themselves, there are still people who are willing to stand up and want to rebuild order and help more people.
For example, a goddess with superb medical skills suddenly appeared at Dongshikou, Xiacheng District, and countless people alive in just a few days.
There is a monk who is as handsome as a heavenly man who goes up and down the mountain from the Fuyun Temple, and his body is as transparent as glass.
There were five hundred scary-looking corpses walking through the streets and alleys. They came forward to bite when they saw the patient, but after the bite, the disease healed naturally, leaving only some trauma.
There are also the Taoist of Feisha Temple, the healer of Poison Hand Lin, the pharmacist of Royal Beast Sect, and the doormen of the family.
These glimmers bloom in the dark night of Chaochang, so that the infected patients will not despair, but the combination of these glimmers makes it difficult to counter the geometric increase in the number of patients. Looking at the increasing number of patients and the rapid bottoming of medicines ,.
"The herbs will run out in three days, and none of the caravans can be contacted."
Yun Xiu's eyes were red, and he said to Tang Luo: "There are thousands of patients outside, what should I do!?"
"You have thought about all the ways you should think, you know you have to face reality after all."
Tang Luo couldn't bear to see the woman crying, but still said the truth: "The key to the epidemic is the source of water, but Chaochang has too much population and too little clean water."
(End of this chapter)