The officials in the government office have basically left, and most of the officers and soldiers have been transferred to the outside of the city to maintain order.

Heng Yu did not stay in the government office for too long. He walked out of the main hall, took the umbrella from Xiao Fuzi's hand, and walked into the rain.

Xiao Fuzi followed Heng Yu, "Your Highness, let me hold an umbrella for you."

Heng Yu did not move, so Xiao Fuzi would not say much.

Xiao Fuzi hasn't seen anyone who can shake what their highness decides.

After walking out of the government office, Shi Yuan and another Jinwu Guard walked behind Hengyu silently.

A middle-aged man dressed in a wealthy and decent manner was standing by the government office. When he saw Heng Yu walking out, he immediately took two steps forward and greeted Heng Yu, "His Royal Highness King of Jin."

Heng Yu stopped.

"My servant is the great steward in the prefect of the magistrate Wu. My master is busy dealing with the matters assigned by Your Highness and cannot entertain Your Highness himself. But he was afraid that he would neglect you, so he sent a servant over. If Your Highness wants to take a walk at will, I can lead you." The great steward in the Wu Mansion said.

Although he faced a prince, he still seemed to be in moderation when speaking, and his words were just right, which made people hear the respect in his words, but would not appear flattering.

Heng Yu nodded, and the butler of the Wu Mansion immediately understood, "I don't know where Your Highness wants to go?"

"Let's just go for a walk first."

Leaving this sentence, Heng Yu held the umbrella and walked slowly in front.

Of course, everyone hurriedly followed.

Although Heng Yu said he was just walking around casually, he obviously had a purpose. He walked around the street where the government office was located and went to a street full of restaurants and teahouses.

But now I can only see the flags of restaurants and teahouses shaking in the wind and rain. When I look at the doors, I basically have no doors, and many restaurants simply close the doors and no business are open.

The bustling streets in the past are now very desolate. No matter how many passers-by are hurriedly carrying umbrellas or vendors selling along the street, there are very few.

The chief manager of the Wu family looked at Heng Yu carefully, but could not see anything unusual in the face of His Highness King Jin, and I don’t know what he thought about the scene in front of him.

Although the desolation in Yangzhou City is affected by floods, who knows whether this highness does not recognize the sufferings of the world? If you think that their master is not doing well, he will die unjustly.

Heng Yu had no idea of ​​the twists and turns in his mind in the Wu Mansion. When he walked out of the corner of the street, he noticed that there was an old man selling oil paper umbrellas on their left. The old man was gray-haired and thinly dressed. He curled up and sat on a small stool. There were more than a dozen oil paper umbrellas in front of him.

The stall was very simple, and the oil-paper umbrellas were basically placed carefully on the ground. The old man did not hold an umbrella, but just sat under the eaves to shelter from the rain. However, the tiles of the eaves were not big. The rain fell and was blown by the wind. He was still wet with his clothes while sitting under the flying rain.

The clothes did not absorb water. Heng Yu took a look and knew that the old man had been wet for a long time and his clothes were basically wet now.

"Brother-in-law, how do you sell this umbrella?" Heng Yu winked at Xiao Fuzi and asked them to stand a few steps away waiting for him. He himself walked to the old man's stall with an umbrella.

The old man selling umbrella glanced at Heng Yu. When he looked at the clothes he was wearing, the old man knew that this must be a noble man. He had never even touched such soft and delicate fabrics.

"Return... back to nobleman, thirty-word. Old man, I have been making umbrellas for decades. Although they look very ordinary, they are very strong and can be used... for a long time." The old man then saw the oil paper umbrella held in Heng Yu's hand. Compared with the exquisite, gorgeous and practical oil paper umbrellas in the nobleman's hand, he could not take advantage of these oil paper umbrellas.

Heng Yu had already squatted down, and the rain on the hem of his clothes was immediately wet. He stretched out his right hand to search for these oil-paper umbrellas, with a calm expression and ignored the wet hem of his clothes.

"In such weather, my father-in-law doesn't wear more clothes." Heng Yu had nothing to say.

The old man moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything, but just smiled, and the wind and frost on his face was very obvious.

Without getting a response, Heng Yu changed another topic, "Are you all desolate on the street recently?"

This sentence aroused the old man's conversation. He did not worry about Heng Yu's identity for a while, but sighed softly: "No, now the victims are gathering outside the city, and the rain is still falling, and everyone is afraid."

Speaking of this, the old man paused slightly, looked at Heng Yu, and then continued to say, "Old man, if I hadn't rushed to the city to join my relatives before the lockdown, I would have lived outside now."

Heng Yu smiled.

"By the way, this noble man, I heard that a prince has come to our Yangzhou. Do you know about this?" The old man asked him carefully.

Heng Yu said in a gentle voice: "I know, this is true."

"Prince, that's a great nobleman. Isn't he afraid of danger?"

"Because he won't let the plague happen in Yangzhou, he is not reckless but confident when he comes here." Heng Yu bent his eyebrows and said to the old man in a warm voice.

"Ah, that would be great if it were. The old man still remembered that there was a flood in Yangzhou more than 30 years ago. The old man's wife and son died at that time." The old man narrowed his eyes. Even though more than 30 years ago, when he recalled again, he still brought a bit of unconcealed grief on his face.

More than 30 years ago, floods in the south of the Yangtze River and plague spread, and half of Yangzhou was deserted.

"This time the imperial court will not let Yangzhou ignore it."

Heng Yu picked up two oil paper umbrellas from the ground and looked at Xiao Fuzi. Xiao Fuzi immediately walked over, took out a small piece of silver from his sleeve and handed it to the old man.

The old man took it tremblingly, "This... I don't know if the noble man has copper coins." He didn't carry much money, and he couldn't find the small piece of silver at all.

However, Heng Yu had already stood up from the ground, put together his exquisite oil paper umbrella, and opened the oil paper umbrella he bought from the old man's stall.

Xiao Fuzi took the two oil paper umbrellas in Hengyu's hand to his arms, and their figures gradually disappeared into the rain.

The old man watched them leave, knowing that he had met a good person.

After chatting with the old man selling umbrellas for a while, Heng Yu stopped staying on this street. He ordered the chief manager of the Wu Mansion to take him out of the city to take him out of the city to take a look.

When they approached the area at the gate of the city, there were more and more pedestrians coming and going. Many people in the city were holding bamboo baskets with some food such as sesame cakes, which were all surplus grains from the people's homes. At the call of the government, many people moved the surplus grains out of the city and sent them to the outside of the city to these victims.

It was almost time for the meal time, and a large pot of porridge was set up by the city gate, and the firewood was burning, making the not-so-thick rice porridge.

"How many victims are there outside Yangzhou City?" Heng Yu suddenly asked the butler of the Wu Mansion.

The butler of the Wu Mansion wiped his sweat, carefully bypassed the Jinwu Guard who had been guarding Hengyu and his personal bodyguard, and walked up, "Go back to Your Highness, 50,000. The remaining more than 100,000 victims have been evacuated to other mansions."

"I looked at it and there were only 20,000 victims here at most, and what about the remaining 30,000?"

The Wu family's butler was shocked. He didn't know if the number was seen by His Highness or had already found out. They naturally had figured out the number of people outside the city gate, and there was no difference between what His Highness King Jin said.

He became more and more respectful, "When you go back to your highness, more than 10,000 young and middle-aged people were arranged to repair the river embankment, and the remaining more than 10,000 people were arranged to another area outside the city."

There is nothing to blame for this arrangement, Heng Yu nodded and signaled that he knew.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the porridge was almost ready. There was no need for the command of the officers and soldiers of the government office. The victims were already consciously holding the bowl to pick up the porridge.

Their hands had not washed, and they had to wipe the dishes after eating them and then used them. Heng Yu looked at this scene and suddenly turned his head to see Shi Yuan, "You send a few people to make clean water, which is used to wash the hands of the victims and the dishes for them on the other hand."

When the butler of the Wu family, who had originally had even more awe for the King of Jin, heard this, he immediately muttered in his heart that he might be overestimating His Highness and could not even solve the problem of food and clothing. How could those victims be so particular?

Although Shi Yuan and others also had questions, their contact over the past few days had already made them know that His Highness King Jin is not a young prince who only knows romanticism. He can work hard and make a decision. The words he said must have his intentions.

Shi Yuan and the others were instructing people to wash their hands and dishes a little loud. Not long after, Wu Yuanqing was attracted by the movement here.

He hurried over and was a little uncertain when he saw the umbrella held in His Highness King Jin from afar, but when he saw the tall and outstanding figure, he knew that he had not recognized the wrong person.

"Your Highness... Is this a bit ostentatious?" Wu Yuanqing whispered.

Wu Yuanqing's clothes were stained with splashed mud and water, just like yesterday. Heng Yu glanced at him and looked up to Wu Yuanqing, at least he was an official who did practical things. Heng Yu nodded first and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wu." Then he responded to Wu Yuanqing's words just now, "It's just a little troublesome to do this, but if the epidemic spreads, it's not just a troublesome."

Wu Yuanqing laughed apologetically, obviously not agreeing. He has been an official for so many years and has never heard of any way to avoid the plague.

"Have all the doctors in Yangzhou City gathered now?" Heng Yu skipped the topic just now and asked instead.

"Report to your Highness, you have gathered." Wu Yuanqing replied.

"Take me to see them." Heng Yu said.

When he passed by, the famous doctors in Yangzhou Prefecture were gathering together to discuss something, while the apprentices they brought out stood behind and listened peacefully.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, which became clear little by little in the hall. The old doctors were so excited that they were reminded by the apprentices following them.

The Yangzhou magistrate Wu Yuanqing knew all the doctors, and the young man wearing a black brocade robe beside him...

Thinking of the news that was circulating in Yangzhou City today, the old doctors immediately stood up and stopped whispering.

Heng Yu had already stepped forward quickly, "Doctors don't have to be obsessed with these false rituals. I came here just to understand the situation."

Several old doctors looked at each other and then turned their gaze to Wu Yuanqing. Wu Yuanqing nodded slightly to the few people, so all the doctors also sat down.

After Heng Yu sat down in the main seat, he directly asked about the current situation in Yangzhou.

The information prepared for him yesterday said that several doctors diagnosed people who were suspected of having an epidemic. They had just been diagnosed and were indeed infected with an epidemic. The most fortunate thing is that they discovered it early and did not spread. They have now been quarantined.

"Caomin wants to ask the prince what is the purpose of boiling drinking water, sprinkling realgar and setting a fixed area? If Caomin is not wrong, the prince should want to reduce the possibility of epidemics. However, Caomin has been practicing medicine for more than 40 years and has never seen any medical skills record these methods." Several doctors present at the Qiu Family Medical Center in Yangzhou stood up.

They were discussing this matter just now. None of these doctors who have been practicing medicine for decades have heard of this method of preventing and treating epidemics, so they didn't care about the fear of the ranks and inferiors at this time, so they stood up and asked.

If these methods are really useful, it will be a great blessing for the world.

Heng Yu turned his head and looked at Xiao Fuzi, "Xiao Fuzi, take out the "Down Medical Book" you are holding and hand it to several doctors."

Qiu Fei stood up and took his pulse with a very steady hand, and when he held the medical book, he actually trembled slightly. "I don't know where the prince found this medical book. Caomin had never heard of any famous doctor's surname Tang."

Heng Yu smiled, "I don't know where I come from or where I go, but I'm trustworthy enough." This medical skill was written by him in a certain lifetime, so it is naturally trustworthy.

After a pause, Heng Yu said again: "I have read this medical technique. It not only records the prevention and treatment methods of epidemics, but also the treatment methods of common diseases. If you are interested, you can study it and then promote this knowledge within the world."

In ancient times, people attached great importance to inheritance, whether it was doctors or craftsmen in other fields, few people were willing to spread their talents. After hearing Heng Yu's words, Qiu Fei stood up again and said with a stern look: "The prince is a great master."

Whether it is such a broad mind or willing to take risks with one's own risk, it is time to come from the imperial capital to Yangzhou.

When they quarantined the patients today, they did not let the officers and soldiers use any tough measures. After they learned that a prince had actually rushed to Yangzhou, they all willingly walked into the quarantine place to live.

"This is what I should do." Heng Yu had no unnecessary thoughts on complimenting Qiu Fei.

What should be done.

Yes, this is what he should do.

Qiu Fuqing sighed, but how many people are in their position and not doing their own affairs.

"You also ask the doctors to divide a group of people into treating the victims outside the city, and another group of people will study this medical technique and find out how to treat the epidemic as soon as possible." Heng Yu ordered, and then left the space for the doctors.
To be continued...