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The villagers heard that this was caused by eating rats.

Expressions of regret appeared on their faces.

Xu Wenyan said half a month ago that these rats should not be eaten. At first, some people believed it, but later, after seeing that others were fine after eating them, the other villagers felt relieved.

In the past half month, almost everyone in the village, except for the military tent and Xu Wenyan's people, ate these rats.

This rat is big and fat, that's meat! Delicious meat, meat that gives you strength!

It is also easy to catch. You can see a lot of them at home. It is easy to catch as long as you chase them a little. It also tastes good.

It is a coincidence that it was precisely because they ate in this way that the number of rats decreased sharply, thus avoiding the plague.

Xu Wenyan put down the sachet and his furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Now the people in these villages would at most die from the pain or infection, but there would be no plague outbreak for the time being.

If everyone died and it wasn't handled properly, it would cause a more terrible plague.

At this time, Xu Wenyan had the idea of ​​hiding back in the mountains again.

"Doctor Zhao, do you have any way to treat it now?" Xu Wenyan asked.

Zhao Shanhe shook his head: "It's hard to say. I don't know the cause of the disease now. I can only prescribe some painkillers."

Come to think of it, if this was a bacterial infection, there would be no way to detect it with ancient technology.

Even Xu Wenyan himself couldn't say for sure.

"only......"

The two of them just looked at each other, and Xu Wenyan knew what Doctor Zhao was worried about: "I will discuss it with Wang Zeren, Doctor Zhao, don't worry."

"Well, thank you, Doctor Xu."

Xu Wenyan walked through the crowd again, came to the side and pulled Wang Zeren to a place a little further away.

"Haha, what are you doing? You're trying to get close to me. Do you want to elope with me now?"

Looking at Wang Zeren's smiling face, Xu Wenyan ignored him: "Tsk, you are an official, can you be more serious?"

Wang Zeren smiled and said, "It seems that it doesn't work for you."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. Doctor Zhao..."

"Don't use medicine recklessly. There will be many wounded soldiers coming here soon." Wang Zeren's face turned grim. "We have also informed them about the rat incident in advance.

These people are courting death. It has nothing to do with me or us. If I really use these herbs to save them, then I am really courting death."

Xu Wenyan nodded. Most of these villagers had nothing to do with him, but it was unrealistic to just watch them die.

"I see. What does Doctor Zhao say?"

"I'll take care of it. You just take care of your people. If it spreads, it will be very troublesome." Wang Zeren tugged at Xu Wenyan's sleeve: "Sweet potatoes can also be made into desserts. I want to eat them when the time comes."

"Eat shit, eat. You look like a sweet potato to me."

"Don't be so heartless."

Xu Wenyan really couldn't understand this person. Sometimes he liked to play with her like a child, and sometimes he really was like a general. Just seeing his eyes made people feel a little scared.

"Okay, let's talk about it later. I have to leave." Xu Wenyan patted his shoulder and said, "Be careful."

After saying goodbye to Xu Wenyan, Wang Zeren's face turned cold and he walked towards the military tent. He took Ermaizi and Luo Sanyuan, who had just recovered, and walked through the crowd with sabers in his hands.

When Zhao Shanhe saw their posture, he knew what to do.

"Doctor Zhao, what should I do?"

"I've already told you that you're suffering from the disease caused by taking those rats. I can't tell the specific cause for now. Please go home today."

After hearing what Doctor Zhao said, the villagers started talking about it.

The man in front of him endured the pain and said, "Then, Doctor Zhao, please prescribe some painkillers for me. My stomach really hurts so much."

"Yeah, give us some painkillers."

Zhao Shanhe looked embarrassed and said, "The medicine I have here is military medicine. I don't have that much to share with you. In a few days, people from the county will come down. If I don't have medicine by then, I will be the one to lose my head."

During the past six months, Zhao Shanhe got up early every day to collect herbs. Sometimes he had to discuss and consult with Xu Wenyan when he was free. In the past six months, he had barely collected some herbs.

Moreover, he treated the wounded soldiers, which counted as military merit, and he will definitely become rich in the future.

"Please, Doctor Zhao, just give me my son. I don't want him anymore. Just give me the child."

The villagers with children pleaded anxiously, including the entire Lu family: "Yes, give it to the child. It doesn't matter to us adults, but the child will die of pain."

Zhao Shanhe looked at Wang Zeren, and Wang Zeren nodded.

Children use less medicine, and among these thousands of people, there are less than thirty children in total, so they can't use much.

After the medicine was distributed to those who had children, those who were childless or single became unhappy.

"Why should we give it to them? We are all young people. Without us, who will farm the land and produce food?"

"Yeah! Give me the medicine! Give it to me!"

As he spoke, the man who had just spoken snatched the medicine from a woman's hand. The woman hugged him and begged for mercy, but the man kicked her in return.

The man didn't even bother to boil the medicine, he just mixed it in his mouth and started chewing it.

In an instant, this man's behavior was like a fuse, and other slightly stronger men began to snatch the herbs from those families with children.

"Mine! Give them all to me!"

Looting, beating, scolding, crying, begging, all kinds of sounds mixed together, making the outside of the military tent a complete mess.

Some people even wanted to rush directly into Zhao Shanhe's military tent and steal the medicinal herbs inside.

But just as someone rushed in, even the silver light flashed in the eyes.

Wang Zeren came over with a knife in hand and kicked the man to the ground with just one kick: "Damn it, I really don't know why I should save you losers."

His eyes were still frighteningly cold. He stuck the knife into the ground, picked up a wooden stick beside him and walked towards the crowd.

Most of the time he would just kick them, or if he had the chance he would use a stick. How could the already sick and weak villagers be his match?

It's really ridiculous.

There were nearly a thousand people getting agitated, but Wang Zeren calmed them all down in less than a quarter of an hour just by picking up the wooden stick.

"I say, shut the fuck up." Wang Zeren spoke quietly, but none of the villagers around him dared to speak.

I didn't even dare to move.

"You won't die for now, it's just a little painful. If you don't mind, you can come to me now and I'll let you go painlessly."

Although the riot stopped, the dozens of medicinal herbs that had been distributed were completely gone, and most of them were scattered on the ground.

Zhao Shanhe shook his head helplessly.

After dispersing the villagers, Wang Zeren told Zhao Shanhe seriously, "Hurry up and find a way to deal with these wastes. It will be harvest time soon. I don't want to see more than a dozen of us picking sweet potatoes in the fields like dogs."

"Yes, yes." Zhao Shanhe nodded repeatedly, but could he really cure it if he wanted to?

too difficult.