The next day, in Changshe City.
The great sun hung high in the sky.
At this moment, the original Yellow Turban camp had been sprinkled with quicklime under Qin Yi's instructions to prevent the plague from happening.
At the same time, they threw tens of thousands of bones into the hole.
Qin Yi, Cao Cao, Huangfu Song, and the rest were standing in front of a large pit that had been dug up at the last minute. They were holding torches under the protection of the Han army.
"One general's achievements are worth ten thousand bones."
Qin Yi looked at the pile of bones in the mass grave and sighed.
After saying that, he threw the torch in his hand into the mass grave.
The moment the torch landed on the corpse that was covered in kerosene, it immediately lit up.
At the same time, a row of soldiers holding torches threw them into the mass grave.
The torches were lit one after another.
A huge fire burned in the mass grave.
A thick smoke rose slowly.
"Finally, it's done."
After the corpse was taken care of, Qin Yi felt a little relieved.
"Next, we still have to come up with a plan to deal with the plague.”
Qin Yi said to Huangfu Song and the others as he had an idea in his mind.
"Uncle Huangfu, Brother Meng De, now that the war in Changshe has come to an end, Ziyang will go and rest for a while. At the same time, he will organize the measures to control the plague.”
Huangfu Song immediately agreed upon hearing Qin Yi's words.
He had been thinking about Qin Yi's plan for a long time.
After all, if what Qin Yi said was true, it would mean a lot to the burly man.
It was even enough to be recorded in history.
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, nephew."
Huangfu Song smiled at Qin Yi.
"It's not hard. Since this can benefit the people of the Great Han Dynasty, Zi Yang will definitely do his best.”
Qin Yi said righteously.
With that, he bid farewell to Cao Cao and the others. Under the protection of Dian Wei, he returned to the courtyard that Huangfu Song had specially prepared for Qin Yi in Changshe City.
……
A moment later, Qin Yi sat on a stone bench under a pavilion in the rain. In front of him was a stone table filled with ink, paper, and inkstones.
In front of Qin Yi, the malevolent-looking Dian Wei was doing something that did not match his appearance-grinding ink.
He took the best lead and ground it on the inkstone.
"Military Advisor, the ink mill is ready."
Even after Dian Wei had finished grinding the ink, Qin Yi still held a brush and did not start writing for a long time.
"Advisor Jun, do you know how to write?”
Dian Wei saw that Qin Yi seemed to be in a daze and couldn't help but smile.
Qin Yi shook his head slightly.
At this moment, he was sorting out the memories of the plague in his mind.
The reason why Qin Yi knew about the control measures of this plague was related to a TV series called " The Myths " that he had come into contact with in his previous life.
In the TV series, the male lead was a transmigrator who happened to know the measures to control the plague.
Thus, he recorded it.
At this moment, after a period of combing, Qin Yi finally began to write!
Qin Yi's furrowed brows, which were originally from combing through his memories, relaxed.
Then, he raised the pen and dipped the tip of the pen into the inkstone that Dian Wei had just polished. It was covered in ink.
He gently brushed his brush across the inkstone. Then, as if he had a spirit, he wrote eight big words on the slightly rough yellowing paper.
Control and measures of plague
Seeing Qin Yi start writing, Dian Wei hurriedly shut his mouth and began to grind the ink again.
At the same time, after Qin Yi wrote down the control and measures of the plague, it was as if he had the help of God. Flowers blossomed under his pen and he picked up the pen quickly.
Not long after, the first piece of paper was filled.
He saw a row of official script words written on it.
The content was as follows.
"The so-called plague isn't the Southern Barbaric witchcraft, nor is it the so-called supernatural powers!”
"In my opinion, this is an invisible war!”
"If the plague is compared to the enemy's soldiers, then the civilians are our soldiers. Every time a civilian is infected, it means that our combat effectiveness is reduced.”
"When all our combatants die, it means that this land has completely fallen. The danger can be said to be extremely great!”
……
Just like that, half an hour later, Qin Yi had already written dozens of pieces of paper.
The original pile of paper had already been used up.
At the same time, Qin Yi finally stopped writing. He closed his eyes again and began to comb through the paper.
He had just written half of the control and measures of the plague.
That's right. According to the memories he had combed through, he would need to write at least ten thousand words to sort out all the measures and controls.
"Unfortunately, if this was in my previous life, it would have been much easier to type on a laptop.”
Qin Yi relaxed his aching arm and shook his head slightly.
However, when he thought of the possibility of saving hundreds of thousands of people, he mustered up his strength again and started writing.
After he finished writing, he changed to another one. This cycle repeated until Qin Yi was about to continue writing when he realized that the paper was gone.
"Er 'Lai, go and ask Meng De for some paper.”
Qin Yi raised his sore neck and ordered Dian Wei.
"Ah, alright."
Dian Wei looked at Qin Yi writing on a pile of paper in a daze. In the end, it was not enough?
Thus, under Qin Yi's instructions, he went to Cao Cao to ask for the paper.
Paper was very precious in this era.
The cost was something that ordinary people could not afford.
Coupled with the monopoly of the aristocratic families, the paper below was even more precious.
However, even so, the paper of this era was still slightly rough.
As he watched Dian Wei leave, Qin Yi did some stretching exercises to relieve the soreness in his body from writing for a long time while he thought about the subsequent content.
At the same time, when Dian Wei found Cao Cao, he was discussing military matters with Huangfu Song.
"My lord, the military counselor said he wanted more paper. He has used up all of it.”
Dian Wei came to Cao Cao's side and said.
"What is Advisor Jun doing? Why is he using so much paper?”
Cao Cao was stunned.
"It seems to be writing about the control of the plague or something.”
Dian Wei scratched his head and said.
Hearing that Qin Yi was writing down the method to control the plague, Cao Cao and Huangfu Song became interested.
"General Huangfu, shall we go and take a look?”
"That's why I didn't dare to ask for it."
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