114. The epidemic is fierce

“No need for politeness.”

Su Mu waved his hand and asked, "What's going on in the city now? What's going on in the shack area over there?"

"Return to Su Zhenren,"

The soldier guarding the city gate smiled bitterly: "This plague came suddenly and spread very quickly. As far as villains know, there are currently no less than a hundred infected people in the city... Anyone who is infected with the epidemic will have fever all over and skin ulcers... Most of them will not be cured within one or two days."

"yes!"

Another soldier interface: "If the infected person is young and strong, or has a wealthy family, has a famous doctor and a big medicine to treat, it's better... the elderly and weak, and the poor, have to wait for death..."

"In the hut area over there, more than a dozen infected refugees were found this morning. The magistrate ordered that all the hut areas be isolated..."

These two soldiers told each other frankly and said so pitifully that they had the intention of asking for help from Su Mu - if Su Mu could take the initiative to stand up and use his supernatural powers to drive away the plague, it would be the best.

"Is this serious? I get it."

Su Mu nodded slightly, naturally knowing what the two of them were thinking, but they were powerless.

Although the [Niu Yulu] in his hand can most likely treat patients, one or two, ten or eight, it’s okay... But if it spreads to all infected people, it’s impossible to let him use [Niu Yulu] for treatment?

Not to mention, how much energy is needed for the [Niu Yulu] consumed here, as well as other raw materials...

I just said: Even if they are cured, what if they are repeatedly infected? Treat them again?

If you really want to do that, Sumu will have to go bankrupt.

Moreover, there are also human feelings and worldly ways: if some people are saved for free, they may gain temporary gratitude, but what if these people are infected again?

Not to save it? The kindness is clear, and even worse, hold a grudge in your heart.

After saving this group of patients, other potential patients were exposed. Should we continue to rescue them?

If you don’t save it, resentment arises - this is the principle of “not worrying about lack of people but not worrying about unevenness”.

If you can't save yourself, should you send the [Niu Yulu] down and let the government help you save it? Will there be no one in it? When [Niu Yulu] is insufficient, it will only be enough for a few people to save whom? Who will not save?

Between choices, hatred is enormous.

...

Among them, there are too many problems.

It can be said that if the plague cannot be completely solved and only half of it is done, it is a thankless thing. Most of the gains are not gratitude, but resentment.

Therefore, Su Mu never thought of taking on this matter with great responsibility.

Of course, it is impossible to take big things and get a little help.

"This is for you."

A golden light flashed in Sumu's hand, and a stack of 'masks' appeared out of thin air: "This thing is called 'mask', which can replace silk cloth, and can prevent epidemics and reduce the risk of infection with the plague."

"A 'mask' can be used for ten days...How to use it? Just like me, it is easy to learn."

"Thank you, Zhenren Su!"

The two soldiers looked at each other and quickly took the stack of "masks", both of which were overjoyed.

In the past, the work of this leader in the city gate was considered a fatal fuck; but now, a plague broke out, it was going to be dead!

Even if they have a relationship, they will be unable to be separated for a while.

What, the silk cloth on your face?

This only slightly reduces the risk of infection. After all, there are many people who are still infected with silk cloth. I can only say that it plays a psychological comfort role far more than reality.

The "mask" given by Su Mu is very different - now, who doesn't know in Xining City? What's the best product in Su Zhenren must be?

Even if Su Mu said that "mask" can only reduce the risk of infection, it is better than silk cloth!

——No matter what, a real "immortal object" is always more at ease than silk cloth, isn't it?

After getting the "mask", the two soldiers guarding the city gate immediately pulled out two, quickly replaced the silk cloth, and put it on their faces.

Suddenly.

They only feel that their breathing is smooth, and the most important thing is that a restless heart has settled down.

This made the two soldiers hold their heads and their chests up, and their spirits are refreshed.

at this time.

Behind Sumu and Li Mingyue, other nobles who entered the city all looked at the two soldiers with envy. But, with the "divine object" given by Su Zhenren, their life safety was greatly guaranteed. Isn't it worth envious?

Unfortunately, they had no friendship and could not speak. Otherwise, they would have wanted to ask Su Mu for some "masks".

"Thank you, Zhenren Su!"

The two soldiers felt the lightness of their masks, bathed in the envious eyes of others, and were in a very happy mood, and couldn't help but thank them again.

"Don't thank me. These 'masks' are not for you, and you two can't use them all."

Sumu ordered: "Later, you will give the extra 'masks' to the soldiers who are isolated and guarded, as well as other people on duty!"

"Don't worry, we understand!"

The two soldiers' faces remained happy and quickly promised.

Under normal circumstances, they can't protect so many "masks". The most likely possibility is that they will be taken away by the superiors afterwards and distributed "unified distribution".

But with Su Mu's words, they could "take chicken feathers as swords" and distribute them to the soldiers, in exchange for favors... and even keep two or three privately and take them back to their families.

"good."

Su Mu nodded slightly, too lazy to care about these trivial matters, and pulled Li Mingyue, who looked like he was the main person, into the city.

...

In the city.

Unlike in the past, today there are many fewer people, and they are all in a hurry, with silk cloth covering their faces; even those who cannot afford to use silk cloth are covered with linen cloth.

There are also: gambling shops, wine shops, teahouses, restaurants... these entertainment venues are neglected in front of the door; while grain shops, oil shops, salt shops... these basic daily necessities shops line up.

...

Food is a store of food.

When the waiter went out, he changed the price on the wooden sign at the door from "five cents per kilogram" to "seven cents per kilogram" - the traces of multiple changes can be vaguely seen. Obviously, the price has been changed many times.

"Why is the price hike again?"

Someone shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, last month, it was still 'one pound per pound', but now it has become 'seven pound per pound', which has increased by seven times!"

"One ounce per pound? That's the old calendar, but before, it was still five ounce per pound!"

"That's right, aren't you raising prices randomly?"

"How can I live?"

...

"What are you arguing? What are you arguing?"

The fat shopkeeper in brocade clothes pinched his waist and looked like he was 'confident, and he liked to buy it but not': "I think it's expensive? Don't buy it!"

Such an arrogant attitude immediately aroused the public's anger.

"Why do you open the door to do business?"

"that is!"

"Blackhearted businessman!"

...

The situation is about to get out of control.

Just then—

A big man suddenly stepped forward: "You don't want me! Seven cents per pound is not expensive. The 'Wanjia Grain Shop' on the next street is nine cents per pound! Isn't it just seven cents per pound? I want all of them!"

"no."

A woman wearing a headscarf stood up and scolded: "You bought all of them, what else can we buy? Everyone said, right? I suggest that each person can only buy twenty kilograms!"

"that is!"

"You can't let him buy it all!"

"If this person is bought, we all have nothing to eat!"

"Each person is limited to purchase 20 kilograms. This method is good. Everyone has food to eat!"

...

"You, you..."

The big man pointed at everyone, his face turned red, but he was afraid of being beaten up, so he had to buy twenty kilograms and retreated in shame.
To be continued...