At this time, Zong Ze was tyrannical and powerfully hitting Taizu's long fist, and the punching was full of fist wind. After closing the punch, Zong Ze deeply breathed a deep breath of turbid air.

He had arrived in Ezhou and even met Zhao Chengyou.

"Zong Shaoqing, he has such a strong body in his seventies, which really makes someone look at him with admiration." A young man in a bookish spirit stood beside the courtyard with a cup of tea.

He is Wang Shan, a fellow disciple of Hu Yuan, and Wang Lingguan, who is widely circulated in both directions of Hedong and Hebei.

Zhao Huan was worried all the time. Since Zong Ze could lead troops to fight, his health must be very good. In the original historical line, Zong Ze died at the age of 70. Those were more than twenty times when he wrote a letter to Zhao Gou back to Bianjing from Lin'an. Zhao Gou was just afraid of refusing to do so, which made Zong Ze angry! He became angry!

Zong Ze was not worried or angry at this moment, so naturally he was not at dying.

Zong Ze took Wang Shan's towel and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and said, "I'm going to write a letter to the official family, keep Zhao Chengyou in Ezhou and continue to take office."

"The official gave Zong Shaoqing the right to act cheaply and left Zhao Chengyou in Ezhou. I think the official will agree." Wang Shan put the towel in hot water and scalded it.

Zong Ze nodded and smiled, "I hope."

Speaking of Zong Ze in the past four years, he felt that his experience was very bizarre. He read the books of sages for his whole life and wrote a family tree for the Zhao family for half his life. Suddenly, he was appointed as the deputy commander of Hebei West Road and went to Hebei two routes to receive the rebel army.

As a result, I unexpectedly found that although I was not as brave as Yue Fei in leading troops to fight, I still had the ability to dispatch and did a great job, and finally lived up to the holy grace.

He petitioned many times to return to the court, became his own priest, and continued to compile the family tree for the emperor. He was thrown to the two routes of Jinghu on the grounds that no one in the court was available, and directed a scene of capturing Kong Yanzhou by millions, and solved the civil strife between Jinghu and Jinghu.

After completely gathering Jinghu, the two Sichuans completely cut off the connection between Zhao Gou and the two Sichuans, which indirectly led to the two Sichuans returning to the right track.

As a result, my Shaoqing from both Jinghu and the two routes had greater authority than most of the ministers. His official family did not give Zong Ze the position of General Secretary, but the military and political power of the two routes of Jinghu and Jiangnan was in the hands of Zong Ze.

"The official family is also very confident. Don't worry, I'm in Jinghu and Jiangnan Shiwei." Zong Ze smiled and shook his head. He didn't know why he suddenly received the holy grace, trusted by the emperor, and entrusted with important tasks.

He attributed the reason for his sudden great grace to the fact that there were few talents in the official family. When the Supreme Emperor was extremely disliked, he was already planning for ascending the throne. After taking office, the people who valued them were all capable ministers and officials.

He characterized the nonsense of the official family's time as the prince's prince as Qianlong Zaiyuan.

Zong Ze was proud of himself as a capable minister and was also impressed by the government's keen eyes. After all, he himself didn't know that he still had so many abilities.

I don't know how the official family can see it.

After Wang Shan cleaned the towel and dried it, he smiled and said, "Zong Shaoqing is in Hebei, and there are many temples of Hedong Road and two roads, which is the people's wish."

"Most of the retired soldiers of the Jiesheng Army went to Hedong, Hebei and became county magistrates. When they heard the news, they naturally often heard of Zong Shaoqing's name. The official family's grace is always there, and there is no reason."

"The temple of Shengren. I am so proud of my Zong." Zong Ze smiled with a sneer. What kind of virtue can he be a folk salary sacrifice?

Wang Shan sorted out his clothes neatly and said, "It's not a plea. Zong Shaoqing was in Hebei, Hedong gathered the rebel army and pacified countless bandits. His people hoped that they would be equal to General Yue. Everyone cared about Shaoqing's kindness, so Shaoqing could certainly bear the temple of the Qianren."

"Wang also saw Zong Shaoqing's talent and the benevolence of the official family, and then came to Zong Shaoqing's hands to do things." Wang Shan brought the eagle-mouthed trouser, put on thick cowhide armor, and surrounded the thick cowhide neck on his neck.

Zong Ze looked at Wang Shan's outfit and said with a worried look: "Be careful when you go to treat the plague."

Wang Shan nodded with heavy cowhide armor, and left the heavily guarded prefecture's office and headed for the empty Ezhou Prefecture.

At this time, there were no people on the streets of Ezhou, no cars or any sounds. After the outbreak of the plague, those who could escape from Ezhou had already left Ezhou, and almost all the remaining patients were patients.

There was still no one cleaning up the mud left by the flood on the street, and countless soldiers wearing cowhide armor were cleaning the streets.

This is the Jinghu naval army trained by Yang Yao, and this group of naval army also followed Zong Ze to Ezhou.

"Official Wang Ling, from Zhuque Street to Xingfang, found about 300 patients, and now they have been moved to the requisitioned houses." Yang Yao had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

Wang Shan nodded and asked, "How many corpses have been cleaned out?"

Yang Yao didn't say anything for a long time, but stared at the streets covered with cowhide armor, dazed in a daze.

"Commander Yang, but it's okay." Wang Shan wore heavy cowhide gloves and flipped the corpses on the street, plague, and a very common malaria.

Wang Shan stayed in Jinghu for a long time. After autumn, mosquitoes have grown teeth and malaria is raging. This is normal.

"When the sky moves, the epidemic is like a person's disease, and the disease is a room, a village, and a town, from Zhuque Street to Xingfang, a total of 73 corpses were found. These corpses were not buried, which further exacerbated the spread of the water plague." Yang Yao swallowed his throat and continued, "This is still one yard and one street. There are more than 30 streets and seventy-two cottages in Ezhou Prefecture."

"How fast is the burning speed of wood ash? Is it enough hot water? How much more Artemisia annua? Clean up silt and sanitation faster. Only by destroying mosquitoes can the water plague be eliminated." Wang Shan stood up. This plague is a typical water plague malaria, and the transmission route is mosquitoes.

The response strategy was discussed in the chapter "Qianjin Prescriptions·Volume 9·Typhoid Fever" by Sun Simiao of the Tang Dynasty, and there were also prescriptions recorded.

The wood ash and water are put into a pot in a ratio of 3 to 10 and steamed for half an hour and sprinkled on the ground to eliminate the small Sumeru worms. This is Hu Yuan’s research result in the Imperial Hospital.

The production of wood ash comes from burning wood and forage. Now plagues are everywhere, and the demand for hot water has increased greatly, forming a cycle.

"The gap in Artemisia annua is a bit big, only enough for half a month. After all, there are examples of water plagues around Ezhou. I'm afraid something big will happen this time." Yang Yao said sighing.

Wang Shan patted Yang Yao on the shoulder and said, "Don't sigh, you know that the official wrote a letter of reply to Zong Shaoqing, with only four words on it. Do you know what?"

"What?" Yang Yao asked with confusion.
Chapter completed!