Chapter 135: Misunderstanding
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Another month has passed. Although the flood is gradually receding, the follow-up matters have not decreased at all.
Fortunately, during the years when Emperor Jingwen was in power, the Great Zhou had developed well and the treasury was full, so it still had enough strength to deal with this sudden crisis. However, if Beiting took the opportunity to join in, it would be hard to say what would happen.
Fortunately, compared with the victims who died in the disaster, more people were saved. I think with the addition of these people, they will be able to restore their previous order soon.
When Emperor Jingwen received the report about the disaster area from the imperial envoy, he was not optimistic at first. It has been so many years since he became the crown prince, and the Yuan River has been flooding all year round. After each flood, typhoid fever and malaria would be rampant.
This time the collapse of the Yuanhe dam was so massive that it would be even more so.
Emperor Jingwen had already prepared for a drastic population decline. However, when he opened the memorial, he found that although the flood was severe, the subsequent casualties were even less than before. Epidemics broke out in several places, but they were quickly brought under control. The methods used were ones that Emperor Jingwen had never heard of before.
For example, feces must be centrally processed and filth must be cleaned up in a timely manner. The various sundries produced by the victims’ daily lives cannot be thrown away at random, but must be collected by special people and handled in a unified manner. Other things include not drinking raw water, even well water that looks clean must be boiled before it can be drunk, food must be thoroughly cooked, the meat of dead animals must not be eaten, but must be buried in a deep pit, and clothes cannot be washed in the river. The places where the victims live must be fumigated with large amounts of wormwood every day, etc.
At first, the imperial envoy thought it was troublesome. After all, everyone felt extremely tired after the disaster. Who could care so much?