You can't go to the toilet.

So no one can guarantee that the people of Yong'an Fang will not go out, that is impossible, let alone not going out, in fact, in Cao Changqing's eyes, the plague that swept through Plymouth is like non-existent to the locals.

People died as if it were commonplace, except for those who were too sick to walk, and everyone else was supposed to do what they were supposed to do, and then wander the streets.

They have nothing to do.

As the sailors who were guarding, a man who could speak Spanish joined Cao Changqing's team, and while briefing him on the situation after the sun went down yesterday, he guided the team to visit the people who had been treated a few days ago.

"The cart of the church came six times, took away twenty-six corpses, and the remaining twelve were piled up together to separate the crowd as you commanded, and we chose Francis's garden, Francis? He used to be the richest man in Yong'an. ”

"Now." The sailor's words were an understatement: "He is the richest dead man in Yong'an Fang." ”

There are many residents of Yong'an Fang and Qing'an Fang, and the proportion of poor people in each city is the largest, and Yong'an Fang and Qing'an Fang are relatively poor areas of Plymouth.

At the beginning of the outbreak of the plague, Cao Changqing had done a brief census, and because he could not accurately probe it, the final data obtained was not accurate, and even so, he also got a number, which originally had 2,337 people living here.

Yong'an Fang's support for Cao Changqing was also not easy to come by, the first was the leader of a Spanish ship who was more convinced of the Ming people's ability to defend against diseases, and the captain, merchant, first mate, sailor and other nineteen people all had different degrees of symptoms, and they sent people to the Makino Hall for help.

When Cao Changqing took out a treatment method that they had never seen before, and burned talisman water for them to drink, only six people had the courage to try.

The effect was very good, only four of the six people died, and the remaining one was cured, and the other was so painful in bed that he broke and dislocated his arm and leg, but he didn't die until the end.

In fact, the effect was evident on the third day, when the other thirteen untreated sailors died within two days of the onset of symptoms, and two more on the third day.

The Black Death came quickly, and for those who were helpless, an extra day would be considered a good way to be effective.

At least it's more effective than sitting in a circle and praying.

The most important thing is that many of the others showed symptoms within three days, but the sailors on the Spanish ship did isolation and insect prevention because they listened to Cao Changqing's words, and only three of the 46 people got sick.

This effect gives hope to all living beings in Yong'an Fang.

Let the Plymouth natives, who were hostile to Spain and the Ming people, also turn to Cao Changqing for help.

The sick were groaning in pain in the thatched hut, some of them Cao Changqing knew they wouldn't survive just by looking at them, and many more were dying in the house before he could see them.

Cao Changqing looked at the scene in front of him, and knew very well in his heart that he would have no effect on all this, and his Fu Shui and the medicine concocted by the doctors of the Muye Guild Hall were almost useless in the face of this plague.

He even knew what the real role of runic water, charms, lime, realgar, and so on was.

Scare the plague.

It's like setting off cannons to scare New Year's beasts during the New Year, and robbers dancing knives and guns before robbing.

When the plague god saw that you were covered with charms, filled with arsenic, and eaten cinnabar in your stomach, did you dare to come?

It's not that the plague god has already hit the door and then used the knife and gun.

Many people are treated or die, and many people prevent all diseases in advance, Cao Changqing feels that this is the truth, and their greater action is prevention.

Cao Daochang didn't plan to save many people, they had limited manpower and medicine stones, not to mention that even if it was infinite, no one listened to him, and only the Spaniards and a few Englishmen could do exactly what they were told.

Not even half of the people in Yong'an Fang are alive.

What could he do to save these people?

It's nothing more than that God has the virtue of a good life, and he obeys the destiny of heaven to do his best.

What really drove his birthplace into death was the more than 300 lives in the Makino Guild.

They had a fenced building as a safe area, but if they allowed the stench of the neighborhood, the pests and rats to run around, the corpses to be scattered, and the people to move around, I am afraid that the plague would eventually enter the hall in a few days.

Once they enter the guild hall, the means of scaring the plague gods will not work, and they will probably not be much better than the natives outside the building.

"There are rats everywhere, people have no feet, remember, water must not be touched by insects, rats, snakes, livestock, drinking water needs to be boiled into soup, and all living animals must be cleaned on the spot."

Cao Changqing's words made the sailors of the western country who lived here look embarrassed: "Kill, last night burned a lot of rats with fire, and this morning they ran from other streets to kill a lot, and they can't be killed." ”

"All the people in this city are not as obedient as you are, and the animals we kill are not only robbed by the hungry men, but also by the English, and by the people who sleep in thatched huts, and they will eat whatever they want."

As he spoke, the water pointed to the well and said, "The water can still be protected, we have pressed a big stone on it, no bugs and rats will be able to enter it, and the problem of boiling water has been solved. ”

Cao Daochang nodded with satisfaction and said: "That's good, this is good, we have two habits, we can avoid many problems, one is to drink boiled water, we have the habit of drinking soup thousands of years ago, Dongyang Marshal also said that the boiled water is clean, and the dirty things in it will be burned to death." ”

"In addition, another habit is to keep the cemetery away from the city, and use coffins, the carpenters of Qing'anfang have already started to make coffins, you send people to buy them."

Coffin?

The sailors did not understand what this had to do with the plague, and although the English were Protestant, it was the same to dig a big pit in the cemetery of the church when the plague came, and when the number of people who died was increasing, and then pile all the corpses into it.

Cao Changqing shook his head helplessly and said: "The water in the well flows through the ground, you put the corpse capital in the city, there is no coffin, the corpse will seep into the water if it is rotten, and we will get a new plague." ”

"Now that the Black Death has not passed, if there is a new plague and the water cannot be drunk, then the city will be finished."

Listening to Cao Changqing's description, the sailor swallowed his saliva and asked worriedly, "What should I do then?" ”

"Either put coffins on all the corpses, and if the coffins can't be loaded, they can only be transported out of the city, or they can be burned on the spot, preferably burned, but it's a bit difficult here, I don't want to cause conflicts between the natives and us because of this, and we have been reduced to this, and there is no need for internal fighting."

Unexpectedly, the Spanish sailor said: "It should be able to burn, there is a monk in the city, although he is a heretic, but when the plague comes, it is obvious that the gods are sleeping, let him find some excuse to fool people, and the inhabitants will be able to accept the burning of the corpse." ”

"Make excuses?"

"Well, make excuses, as they have done for hundreds of years."

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