Feng Wuyao shook his head, "There will be a severe epidemic after the disaster, and I believe you are very clear about this. Now is not the time to resume production, so you should think about how to make more people survive."

How can Qin Zicheng not understand?

But he thought Feng Wuye must have a way to control the local epidemic to the best.

How could Feng Wuyao not see what he was thinking?

"Zicheng, I am not a god. I have many things but I have the strength to do it."

She has tried her best to apply spiritual power to the medicine.

If she was asked to use her spiritual power to purify the disaster area, she would probably die there.

Spiritual power is the life-saving talisman that she relies on for survival in this world. How could she easily give it up?

What's more, this was originally the way of heaven.

No matter how strong her spiritual power is, she is unwilling to fight against the power of nature.

There are things to do, there are things not to do.

Even if she was the former Holy Princess, she could not really do whatever she wanted.

Qin Zicheng had no time to take care of the disaster area.

Now, a large amount of anti-epidemic medicinal materials are used on these victims who have been absorbed.

When they entered the city, they were all replaced with old clothes donated by the people, and their original ones were stripped down and burned them down.

Moreover, just in case, he was still fumigating mugwort on the main street of the county town.

Because these are the places where the victims entered the city.

After the victims were resettled, they were ordered not to leave their residence and not to contact local residents within a month.

Qin Zicheng also sent someone nearby to supervise them so as not to be disobedient and cause trouble for himself.

This series of measures has indeed achieved good results.

At least, after he received more than 11,000 people, there was no epidemic here.

The victims who were already ill were left outside during the first examination.

It’s not that he is cold, but that some people are destined to die, they can’t implicate others anymore.

A temporary shelter was built outside the city, made of wood and thatch.

In addition to the busy diagnosis and treatment of doctors, the epidemic situation outside the city is not bad.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of May, and the wheat had already been harvested and entered the warehouse.

New crops planted in the field also grew seedlings.

Qin Zicheng stood on the ground, "This is no different from what ordinary people grow at home?"

"Master, this variety is the same. All the corns have high yields and are more drought-tolerant and cold-tolerant. They are more adaptable. You will know in a few months."

The planting period of corn is relatively short, and you will be able to harvest until August.

"What is this?"

"This piece of sweet potatoes is planted. One acre of land can produce three or four thousand kilograms. We will try planting it on our own territory first. In order to avoid trouble, we only plant it in this piece of land under your name. If it is really a good harvest, we can recommend it to the emperor."

Now that Mingxia Kingdom has just suffered a disaster, if Qin Zicheng can deliver seeds that can harvest more food, it will indeed make Longyan happy.

"Let's take a look at it then, it's really good to fill your stomach."

More than 10,000 new victims were placed in Hefenghe County by Qin Zicheng.

And they were broken up, some were villages composed of their own disaster victims, and some were incorporated into sparsely populated villages.
Chapter completed!