bestfiction Chapter 201 Do You Still Want Reputation?
Chapter 201 Do You Still Want Reputation?
When Emperor Beichen heard Han Yiyi say this, he suddenly realized that he had been forcing the Imperial Hospital to come up with a prescription as soon as possible during this period of time. It seemed that he was putting the cart before the horse, so he hurriedly spoke.
"This is easy. I'll give you a hundred people, as well as the imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau. Well, during this period of time, I'll also hand over Nangong Yuan to you. You will be in full command and will be responsible for arranging whatever needs to be done..."
Emperor Beichen said so, and Han Yiyi could only nod in agreement.
Han Yiyi first asked the people given by Emperor Beichen to build a refugee camp for the refugees outside the city, and asked them to separate those with serious and mild illnesses.
In fact, there are far fewer people outside the city now than before, but those who can walk and move have returned to their hometowns after the rain stopped.
The reason they came to Kyoto in the first place was because heavy rain had collapsed their houses and flooded their fields. They felt they had no way to survive at home and were worried about starving to death, so they all fled to Kyoto.
When they arrived in Kyoto, they found that they had no land or housing. If they just waited for medical treatment and supplies from the government, they would only have a bowl of thin porridge a day and would starve to death. Therefore, most of those who could move returned to their hometown.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on Emperor Beichen being stingy. After all, a war had just been fought a few days ago, and the treasury was empty. The treasury had no extra food to allocate, and had to keep feeding these people.
Besides, now that the rain has stopped, those people still have fields at home. If they dig some wild vegetables, they should be able to make a living until next year. Moreover, those who voluntarily returned home were given compensation by the government.
Therefore, the refugees who are still outside the city are either the elderly and the weak who are too sick to move, or homeless beggars.
Since Emperor Beichen gave her people, Han Yiyi didn't have to do everything herself. She asked someone to roughly count the number of refugees, which was about three hundred people.
In fact, they should be thankful that this time they only contracted bacillary dysentery, an intestinal infectious disease. The main transmission routes of this dysentery are contaminated water and food, contact transmission, and transmission by mosquitoes and the like.
Knowing how the disease is transmitted will be more conducive to treatment, but Han Yiyi is not a doctor, and the Imperial Hospital has not yet developed a suitable prescription. Relying only on the medicine in Han Yiyi's system, the remaining points are not enough.
Han Yiyi looked at Nangong Yuan with some embarrassment and spoke.
"I don't have enough points. How about you take me to the palace again to get some things..."
Hearing Han Yiyi's words, Nangong Yuan's mouth twitched. He wondered what Emperor Beichen's expression would be if he knew that Han Yiyi was planning to take over his Duobao Pavilion again.
Han Yiyi had no choice. Besides, these people were Emperor Beichen's own people. As the king of a country, if he didn't bleed, who would?
Emperor Beichen looked at Nangong Yuan in front of him, who was silent and just looking at him quietly. For some reason, he had a bad premonition and asked tentatively.
"Things outside the city are not going well..."
"Replying, Your Majesty, those who need to be isolated have been isolated, and those who need to be protected have been protected. However, there are still some people who have not received medicine, and now I have no medicine either..."
"There is no medicine, but if you are short of any medicinal materials, you can go directly to the Imperial Hospital to get them. Didn't I tell you before that the people and things in the Imperial Hospital are all available for you to mix..."
In fact, before Han Yiyi came to the imperial study, she had asked Nangong Yuan to take her to the Imperial Hospital for a tour, and they had already searched for all the aged ginseng, ganoderma lucidum, and other precious medicinal materials.
The head of the Imperial Hospital felt like his heart was bleeding when he saw the medicinal herbs that Han Yiyi packed up and took away. If he hadn't been worried that his life would be in danger if the plague was not resolved, he would not have let Han Yiyi leave the Imperial Hospital so smoothly.
But those medicinal herbs were still far from enough, so when Han Yiyi heard Emperor Beichen say to ask the Imperial Hospital to look for them, she hurriedly spoke.
"I have already been to the Imperial Hospital, but it is not enough..."
"If it's not enough, then let..."
When Emperor Beichen heard Han Yiyi say that it was not enough, he was about to say that if it was not enough, he would let Nangong Yuan go to those aristocratic families to look for it. Suddenly, he thought of something, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He looked at Nangong Yuan and Han Yiyi with a strange expression.
"What you mean is..."
"Your Majesty, Miss Han has a special method of making medicine, which requires some precious antique calligraphy and paintings, otherwise she has no way to make the medicine..."
Hearing Nangong Yuan's words, Emperor Beichen didn't understand what kind of strange medicine-making method this was. He couldn't help but think of the treasures in his Sanduobao Pavilion. His heart ached again. But now looking at the empty Duobao Pavilion, Emperor Beichen frowned and spoke.
"Miss Han, this method of making medicine is indeed a bit strange, but I don't have any treasures here now..."
"Your Majesty, how about asking the merchants in Kyoto to donate some of their food? I heard that many merchants maliciously raised the price of food after the flood and made a lot of money from the national disaster. Asking them to donate more will not only solve the problems of the people outside the city, but also fill the national treasury..."
Hearing what Emperor Beichen said, Nangong Yuan's eyes flashed and he made a suggestion.
Hearing Nangong Yuan's words, Emperor Beichen's eyes lit up. As long as he didn't have to pay, it would be fine. There was no other way. The treasury was empty and he, the emperor, was extremely poor!
"Okay, okay, okay, I think your suggestion is very good. Let's do it this way. I will draft an edict and ask them to donate..."
However, Han Yiyi frowned when she heard what the two said. It was not that she thought that she should not donate. She naturally knew what the grain prices in Ping'an Town were like. Therefore, she also agreed that those unscrupulous merchants should spend some money. But now, what she lacked most was not money, but antique calligraphy and paintings.
After all, in her opinion, even if those merchants would donate money, it was impossible for them to donate the antique calligraphy and paintings in their homes, so she spoke up.
"Your Majesty, my voluntary donation is a good idea to fill the national treasury. It can also help the people rebuild after the disaster. But what I lack now is not money..."
Originally, Emperor Beichen was happy after hearing Nangong Yuan's proposal, as he finally had money coming into his treasury. But now, when he heard Han Yiyi's words, his face immediately fell, meaning that he still had to pay.
Indeed, even if some merchants donated money, it was impossible for them to donate antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jewelry and jade pendants. He couldn't ask them to donate these things by name. Otherwise, it would be said that he, the emperor, was using the name of donating money for disaster relief to engage in robbery and plunder. Then he would have no reputation left.