Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

He really did get his hair cut, and he even cried when he saw her just now.

Even if he can't remember her, his feelings for her should still be there in his subconscious.

Jingzhi hugged her sword across her chest, and the corners of her mouth gradually curled up.

Brother Hui said yesterday that the other two constables were mainly responsible for patrolling West Street, while she and Da He and Xiao Jiang were responsible for maintaining order on East Street.

They have to deal with everything from murder and arson to petty theft.

Recently, there is a special task, which is to guard the entrance of the East Street City Gate for two hours every morning to prevent refugees and unidentified elements from sneaking in.

Jingzhi looked towards the city gate. There were two large pots on the right side of the gate, and several soldiers guarding the city wall stood beside them. They were carrying several sacks and placing them in a corner of the city wall. There were also several piles of dry wood and branches in that corner.

"Yes, Xiao Jiang said that the city gates will be opened to give out porridge in the next few days."

Jingzhi strode over.

She thought that the money house didn't open so early, so she should wait until she finished helping to distribute the porridge before going.

It was not until she reached the end of the street that she realized that the inside and outside of the city gate were two completely different worlds.

The natives of the town were still sleeping peacefully in their beds, and the streets were silent.

There was already a long queue outside the town, and there were so many people that it seemed a bit noisy.

Moreover, those refugees were all very thin. What was strange was that most of those queuing up were women or children.

Jingzhi walked over and greeted Da He and Xiao Jiang who were already standing there, nodded to the soldiers standing on the opposite side of the city wall, and then turned his head and whispered to Da He:

"Why are there only women and children? Where are the men? Are they off to war?"

Da He held the hilt of his sword with one hand, looked at the line of troops that went far away outside the city on the right, and couldn't help but sigh and said:

"That's the reason. After last year's defeat, how many returned? But there's another important reason."

Jingzhi looked at the ragged child standing in line and couldn't help but show a bit of heartache. She then asked: "...What's the reason?"

Da He: "These days, women, children, and those without any physical strength are called two-legged sheep. Why do you think that is?"

He looked out at the tents in the distance, the men whose eyes were green with hunger, and he couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the knife in his hand and sighed again:

"They are lucky to be able to come here and share a mouthful of porridge. Jingzhi...human nature cannot stand the test."

Jingzhi couldn't help but glance sideways at Da He's clenched jaw and asked:

"Eating people? Don't you care?"

Da He laughed and pointed at the cook who was cooking porridge and said:

"Hasn't the imperial court started distributing porridge? Our salaries have been declining for months, how can we manage it?"

Da He wiped his face and smiled bitterly, "There's nothing I can do about it."

Jingzhi looked at the hundreds of people waiting to get porridge, then turned his head to look at the only three bags of food next to the newly built stove, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"How...is this enough to eat?"

Da He glanced at the bag with the word "rice" written on it, slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

His family was barely getting enough to eat, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Xiao Jiang showed reluctance and just said:

"Add more water, drink enough water..." He looked at the gradually brightening sky and said with anticipation:

"Perhaps, once the relief grain from the imperial court arrives, they will be saved."

The light in Jingzhi's eyes gradually went out.

This period of history is too tragic for China.

Although more than two hundred years have passed, Jingzhi still clearly remembers that after this war, several large-scale battles broke out.

If this is the beginning, then the so-called imperial court he mentioned may not be able to protect itself.

Jingzhi seemed to be able to see that in the future, she and Lin Jiu would live in this turbulent era.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Jintong quickly spoke out to stop her.

[Jin Tong: You can't twist a person's arm against a person's thigh. Just take care of yourself, but don't try to change history.]

[Jingzhi: What will happen if it changes? ]

[Jin Tong: ...A dynasty rises and falls, and that's its fate. Just take care of yourself.]

【Jingzhi: Then what should they do? 】

[Jin Tong: The common people suffer in war. I'm only saying this once... After Lin Jiu's death, his soul should have been reborn into the next peaceful world. Coming to this small world was his own choice.]

【Jingzhi: ...Why? I don't understand.】

[Jin Tong: ...He seems to know what you're looking for. As the saying goes, heroes emerge in troubled times. The more chaotic the world, the more he can do and the more merit he can accumulate.]

【Jingzhi: What does this have to do with me? 】

[Jin Tong: Are you stupid? You and him are Dao companions. If he accumulates more merit, you will also have a share. Your luck will also rise, and it will be easier to achieve your goals.]

[Jingzhi: Then I would rather save it myself than let him go through such a turbulent time.]

Jin Tong (spreading his hands): Now that I'm here, there's no point in saying this.

[Jingzhi: ...Okay, kneel down and say hello. I don't want to listen.]

【Golden Boy: ...Tsk.】

After a moment of silence, Jin Tong added:

[Jin Tong: This world is quite special. There is no spiritual energy at all. Please save the spiritual energy you have. Using a little will only make up for it. There is no place to replenish it.]

[Jingzhi:...Get out!!!]

……

The gray smoke drifted for a long time.

It was not until dawn that the porridge, so thin that one could count the rice grains, was distributed. Only then did Jingzhi put down the ladle, rub his sore shoulders, and finish his morning work.

The conversation with Jintong in the morning was like a bucket of cold water, chilling her to the bone.

This is really a case of adding insult to injury.

The refugees divided the porridge, held the bowls, and walked back in groups. No one dared to be alone, for fear that the bowl of porridge as clear as water would be snatched away.

Jingzhi felt sad again when he saw this.

At this moment, a woman with an abnormally flushed face dragged her legs and took two steps, then fell to the ground, her life or death unknown.

Most of her bowl of porridge spilled, and the remaining half was still in her hand. Several men gathered around her, their eyes gleaming with green as they watched her eat.

Seeing a man stretching out his black claws to snatch her food, Jingzhi couldn't bear it any longer. She kicked her feet and flew forward, with her sword half-drawn, and the cold blade pressed against his chin.

She said coldly:

"roll!"

The man fell to the ground, his legs and feet moving backwards continuously. He retreated a few meters before running away.

The men who had just surrounded them also scattered far away.

Jingzhi spat and was about to help the girl up, but she saw some abnormal red blisters on her exposed neck.

Based on her heavy and unclear breathing, Jingzhi initially judged that the girl not only had a fever, but also might have a lung infection. Most importantly, she might have an unknown infectious disease.

She immediately stepped back and looked around at the tents outside the city wall, and found that there were several people with the same symptoms.

Either there are red rashes on the hands or little red blisters on the face.

Her face turned serious, and she came to the foot of the city wall and said to Da He at the city gate:

"This group of refugees may have an infectious disease secretly spreading. I suggest increasing vigilance and summoning the town doctors as soon as possible to examine them and provide separate treatment."

"The most important thing is to pay attention to hygiene and promptly eliminate bacteria... well, that means eliminating the source of infectious diseases."

Da He frowned and looked at the woman lying on the ground not far away, and said with some embarrassment:

"Sister, no, brother, you haven't seen our master, he..."

He leaned closer and said:

"He's the biggest bully and doesn't bother to meddle in other people's business. If this matter were reported, he would probably just burn these patients and be done with it."

Jingzhi frowned tightly and asked only one question:

"Where does he live?"

"No. 2 East Street." Da He pulled her sleeve, "You want to go look for him? Forget it."

Jingzhi waved his hand away, "How can we just let it go? Those are lives at stake. Even if we don't nip the infectious disease in the bud, what will happen if the people in the town get infected?!"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Da He pursed his lips and watched from the sidelines.

Jingzhi snorted coldly, gripped his sword tightly and walked back, "You've finished your work this morning, right? If you don't want to go, I'll go by myself!"

When she came up to Xiao Jiang, she was about to ask a question, but Xiao Jiang said indifferently:

"I'll go with you. Don't blame him. He has several people at home to support. If he angers the master and gets stripped of his job, he'll be finished."

Jingzhi took a deep breath, then nodded and said:

"Let's go, the sooner the better."

Just then, two familiar footsteps suddenly came from behind.

"Little brother, nice to meet you again. Are you working in Dongcheng?" Lin Jiu greeted the familiar face politely.

When Jingzhi saw Lin Jiu, her eyes lit up instantly. She was about to go up to him and talk to him about something, but then she remembered his problem. So she restrained her intimate behavior, forced a smile, and nodded to him.

"Master Lin, I wonder if you know any doctors in town. I suspect there's an infectious disease among those refugees, and we need to address it as soon as possible."

Lin Jiu had just finished capturing an evil ghost and was feeling a little tired. When he heard Jingzhi's words, his brows furrowed into a frown.

"I know how to treat it. I'll go over and take a look."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the group of refugees.

"and many more."

Jingzhi called him and said seriously:

"I just saw a patient with a red, blister-like rash on his body. He had a fever, was breathing rapidly, and had a muffled voice. I didn't examine him closely, but my initial diagnosis was chickenpox. If it's more serious...it could be smallpox."

"If you want to get close, please cover your mouth and nose, avoid contact with patients, and wash and disinfect your hands promptly after contact."

Lin Jiu opened his eyes slightly, looked at Jingzhi in surprise and said:

"Thanks for the reminder, little brother. Do you know medicine too?"

"I understand a little bit." Jingzhi thought for a moment and said:

"If you know other doctors, it would be best to call them over. There are quite a few out there, and you can't handle it all by yourself. Both of these conditions have an incubation period, so everyone needs to be checked."

Lin Jiu thought about it for a moment and felt that what she said made sense. He decided not to be a hero and clasped his fists towards Jingzhi.

"Brother Lin is kind and righteous. I'll go ask Lao Liu and Lao Zhao to come over and take a look."

Ah Hai, carrying his master's ghost-catching outfit, interrupted:

"Oh, Lao Liu and Lao Zhao, they are the two doctors in our East City and West City."

Jingzhi nodded, glanced at the refugees' leaky and tattered tents and said:

"I'll go to the government office and ask the lord to find some empty houses to house these patients. We can't just leave them here to ventilate."

Lin Jiu looked at Jingzhi twice more with appreciation.

Both of them had something on their minds at the moment, so they bowed to each other and said goodbye.

One summoned the doctor, and the other went straight to the yamen to meet the legendary adult.

No. 2 East Street.

It is built more magnificently than a government office.

Jingzhi curled her lips, wondering if this "adult" would withhold the people's money to build houses.

She climbed over the wall and saw a man sitting in the main hall drinking tea, with a maid massaging his legs.

When Jingzhi saw who was sitting there, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Damn, why is it Awei???