Feng Yichen snorted coldly: "Human life is born with distinctions of high and low. Maybe the rampant plague is related to these homeless people stealing rat and snake meat."
Chu Yunyao: "..."
Chu Yunyao was noncommittal.
Feng Yichen was born rich and noble, and was indifferent by nature. Although he had no sympathy, what he said was not unreasonable.
Although these diseases broke out at the foot of the mountain, when they spread to the city, they really spread among the beggars and vagrants.
It's winter now, and it shouldn't be the season when the plague is rampant. It won't be found for a while, whether the source of these diseases is in the rats or in these poor people.
Chu Yunyao was about to go in, but was stopped by Feng Yichen: "What are you doing?"
Chu Yunyao's throat rolled: "Take a breath, are they dead?"
Feng Yichen glanced at the people in the room indifferently, "Even if you're not dead, you won't be able to save them. Why go in and dirty your hands."
Chu Yunyao didn't bother to pay attention to him, strode in, took off her gloves, and felt the pulse of those people, none of them showed signs of life.
Chu Yunyao walked out of the hut, raised her hand to measure the direction of the wind, and said to Feng Yichen, "Burn it."
Feng Yichen faltered and said, "I don't know how to light a fire."
He is a son of a brother, born delicate, no matter where he goes, there are people who take good care of him.
A gentleman stays away from the kitchen.
How can I know how to do these things when I am used to clothes, hands, food, and mouth.
Chu Yunyao: "..."
Why bring this kind of waste that can't even start a fire and can't take care of itself?
Add to the chaos?
Chu Yunyao had no choice but to do it herself, took out a fire bag from her bosom, took some kerosene from her bag, picked up some dry branches, and burned the corpse and the hut to ashes.
The stench burst out, and Chu Yunyao walked to the downstream river, and saw a large piece of dead rat corpses floating on the water.
Chu Yunyao took out the water bag from her bag and handed it to Feng Yichen: "Go to the river and fill me with some water."
Feng Yichen: "..."
Feng Yichen pointed to the stinking river water, then looked at the water bag in her hand: "Are you thirsty, or are you deliberately disgusting me? What can you do with this kind of dirty and smelly water?"
Chu Yunyao put back her handbag and walked towards the river: "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to follow me."
"Wait." Feng Yichen snatched the water bag from her hand: "Just put it on, don't think that Ben Shao can't endure hardship and can't stand being dirty."
Feng Yichen went to the river to fill a large bag of water and returned, and handed the water bag to Chu Yunyao: "Now, can you tell me what you want to do with all this water?"
Chu Yunyao stood on the bank of the river, looking at the direction of the water flow: "I raised a few mice, and they will probably give birth today, take them back and give them a drink, and see how they react."
Feng Yichen quickly realized: "You are experimenting with mice to see if the water is the source of the disease?"
The corners of Chu Yunyao's lips curled slightly: "A child can be taught."
Feng Yichen: "..."
The two walked along the river, and before they knew it, they came to a blacksmith's shop. Chu Yunyao was also tired, and wanted to go in and beg for a drink: "Old man, can you lend us a cup of hot water to warm our stomachs?"
The old man who was forging iron was hale and hearty, with gray hair. When he saw Chu Yunyao and Feng Yichen, he warmly greeted them to come in, took the boiling water from the stove, poured it into a broken bowl, and put it on the greasy wooden table, " It's a bit hot, the two of you should come in first to enjoy the fire, and drink it when it cools down."
Chu Yunyao lifted the hem of her clothes and sat down on the dusty stool.
Looking up, she saw that there were still a few people busy in the backyard. Chu Yunyao asked curiously: "Old man, how is your business here so good? You have invited several people."