Hearing this, everyone nodded solemnly and solemnly clasped their fists.

"We only have a handful of strength. If Lord Wu An doesn't mind, please feel free to give us your orders!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yinshun burst into laughter.

"I am a [Warrior] just like you. I am good at killing but not good at saving people. Now Qi Tong is the highest commander here. Even I have to listen to her. If you have any questions, ask her."

After saying that, everyone looked at Qi Tong in unison, their "honest" eyes making her feel uncomfortable.

"Qi Tong, since there are [volunteers] who want to contribute, please arrange some corresponding tasks for them."

Hearing another novel word, Qi Tong instinctively understood its meaning and nodded seriously.

"Follow orders."

"Everyone, let's continue as usual. Prioritize cleaning up the corpses. The [Cang Jiao Army] will come to help us later. I think we can clean it up completely this time!"

Holding the toddler in one hand, Qi Tong waved his fists with great enthusiasm.

"no problem!"

Several naive warriors were also high-spirited. They patted their chests and pushed the tattered carts they found from nowhere. They moved the disgusting corpses onto them and pushed them away far away.

"I asked them to dig many large pits nearby and bury the bodies together to prevent the disease from spreading indefinitely."

Seeing Zhao Yinshun looking at their backs, Qi Tong explained in a low voice.

Immediately, she looked at the corpses lying all over the mountains and fields around her, and shook her head helplessly.

"Originally, the best way to deal with it was to be cremated, but conditions were limited before. Even lime filling could not be done. We could only simply bury it in the ground. It is better than the corpse becoming a breeding ground for maggots..."

"This kind of work of direct contact with corpses is impossible for mortals to do. Only the body of a warrior can resist contamination."

"But just relying on a few of them, they couldn't deal with it quickly enough. It caused so much hatred and hatred outside the city that I almost despaired."

Youyou looked away, Zhao Yinshun stared into Qi Tong's eyes and nodded slightly.

"Thanks a lot."

Feeling warm in his heart, Qi Tong let out a long breath, as if he had been relieved of a huge burden, and his brows felt relaxed.

"This is what I should do. I chose the path of [medicine] back then just to treat illnesses and save people..."

"And now that you are here, I see hope."

Staring into the young man's bottomless dark eyes, Qi Tong sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"I really didn't know that you, Your Majesty, were so powerful that you could cut off the source of the plague that troubled me the most with just one move!"

"I only eliminated the source of external transmission, but I still can't do anything about the malaria and poisonous insects that have integrated with the victims. I have to rely on you in this regard. And as new victims gather, snakes, insects, rats, and ants will come back.

Don’t be careless.”

"Please rest assured, your superior, your subordinates will do their best!"

"Um."

Nodding, Zhao Yinshun looked around and frowned slightly when he saw the soldiers peering through the gaps in the city gate.

"With things like this outside the city, do the officials in [Chongyungang] really don't care about anything?"

"They don't care whether the victims live or die. Once the city gate is closed, they don't care about the raging flood outside. It doesn't stop them from plundering the people's wealth and anointing at all."

"It would be better to say that there will be a big disaster together, which will make it easier for them to make money while the country is struggling, and everyone will be full of fat..."

After witnessing the bizarre operations of Yangzhou's "parent officials", Qi Tong sneered.

Zhao Yinshun rubbed his chin: "I heard...the imperial court allocated a lot of money and food for disaster relief..."

"I haven't seen a penny or a grain of grain!"

"Haha, you are truly worthy of being a loyal member of the court..."

He Shen even knows how to add sand to the rice. It would be great for you to not "waste" a single grain!

Just as he was talking, there seemed to be a slight commotion at the city gate, and a burly man broke through the obstruction and walked straight towards Zhao Yinshun.

"Your Majesty, the first batch of food aid from your lords has been delivered!"

"Well, let's cook some porridge first to warm the stomachs of the victims. By the way, don't give them too much at one time. We will gradually increase the portion in the next few days."

Hearing this, Tang Hongda looked around at the miserable crowd and frowned unbearably.

"Aren't you going to feed them?"

"cannot."

Too lazy to explain [Refeeding Syndrome] to him, Zhao Yinshun waved his hand, and Tang Hongda could only obey the order and retreat.

Soon, a large number of soldiers filed out and set up large pots, and the fragrance of rice quickly filled the outside of the city gate.

On the city wall, a group of officials were watching all this from a distance, looking at the rolling cauldron, their hearts bleeding.

Clenching his fist, an official punched the city wall hard, his eyes red, and he cursed through gritted teeth.
Chapter completed!