Chapter 108: How Should I Die?
es.So what caused it to appear What conditions did it meetFor a moment, he couldn't think of anything. Jiang Wang stopped his train of thought and carefully observed those who were walking in.He was...Li Jin is over fifty years old this year and has already reached an age of knowing his destiny.
Today, as usual, he wanted to go for a stroll. The town constable stopped him at the street corner.
“What do you mean” Li Laotou puffed up his cheeks and glared.
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The Li surname is the second most common surname in Qingyang Town, after the Hu surname.
As a senior member of the Li clan, he was highly respected both within the clan and throughout Qingyang Town.
This constable, he was known to him. He was a son of the Wang family, but wearing the skin of a dog, daring to block his way The world has turned upside down!
"Li Lao," Wang the constable said with a smile, "There's an order from the magistrate. During this time, there's a curfew in place, and no one is allowed to leave their homes."
>Why is a ban in place
“The other day, weren't two people who got sick and died The headman thinks it’s dangerous, so he’s asking everyone to lay low for a while. Once the danger has passed, we can all go for walks again!”
"Old Hu doesn't know a thing! I don't even know that old fool!" Old Li said, pointing at Wang the Constable. "Think just because I'm an old man I can't read You see the public notice from the city This disease is nothing, get out of my way!"
Wang the head constable looked troubled: "Sir, you... being careful is always a good thing, you know It's better to be safe than sorry."
“As the saying goes, 'At fifty one knows Heaven's Mandate.' Do you understand what knowing Heaven's Mandate means I'm this old now, what am I afraid of” Old Li glared at me. “If I get sick and die, I won't blame you, right”
As he spoke, with a flick of his hand, he swung open the fence that stood at the street corner.
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As I walked out, I muttered to myself: "In a peaceful world, you're not even allowed to go out! How strange! Have I broken any laws Why are you treating me like a criminal"
Wang the constable exchanged a helpless glance with his comrade, and pretended not to have heard.
Such incidents were not isolated. There were official pronouncements from Jiacheng authorities aimed at reassuring the people, but the populace remained unconcerned. Even those who tried to warn others were largely dismissed as spreading rumors.
Even with places like Qingyang Town taking early precautions, enforcement is difficult. At least nominally, Qingyang Town is still under the jurisdiction of Jacheng.
The so-called prohibition order was nothing but a sham.
In the town hall.
Jiang Wang directly crumpled the notice into a ball and threw it to the ground.
The powerful Dao Yuan blended together, smashing this scrap of paper into the ground and creating a pit.
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Hu Laogen was startled, and he sat down heavily in his chair.
Jiang Wang looked at him coldly: "I gave you the power, and I took on the losses. You didn't have to do anything, just carry out my orders. But you couldn't even do that. Every person who died in town, you are responsible. Hu Lao Gen, you are deeply sinful, a hundred deaths can't atone for it!"
Hu Lao Gen's face was ashen.
"It's my fault for giving this position to someone as useless as you!"
Jiang Wang strode out of the town hall, issuing orders as he walked: "Xiao Xiao stays at the town hall, acting as the head of the town and overseeing all resources. Zhang Hai takes charge here, and any village heads or constables who disobey orders will be killed! All constables and warriors are to take action immediately. From today onwards, no one is allowed to leave their homes. Everyone must stay indoors. With the town hall as the center, advance towards Zhu Bi Qiong, respectively patrolling the east and west districts."
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The tens of thousands of miles journey from Chu to Qi state honed his worldly experience.
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Faced with this crisis, I became even more decisive and resolute: "I will personally go to the villages below. First, I will enforce the ban, and then conduct a house-to-house check for illness. With so many cases… I suspect it's an epidemic!"
“If the common people refuse to be quarantined” asked Xu Xiang. “Would you also kill them”
Jiang Wang stopped and glanced at him: "We isolate ourselves from the outside world to save the people. If you kill them, what is the meaning of what we do For those who refuse, persuasion should be the primary method. If persuasion fails, then forced execution may be necessary. Fines, levies, or other punishments can be imposed as deemed appropriate!"
"Understood!"
Jiang Wang went alone with his sword to check each village in Zhenyu, while the others also got busy.
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Huo Lao'gen, stripped of his power, drooped in his position, his face ashen.
Only then did Du Gu Xiao start to arrange things, and he seemed to come back to his senses. He stood up and staggered out the door.
Like zombies.
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Dugu Xiaozhi glanced at him lightly, then continued to do her own thing.
She had previously explained things to Lao Gen Hu, merely showcasing her value to Jiang Wang.
She had no good feelings toward Old Master Hu at all.
It was Old Hu who originally hired her to work at the mine, which led to her being abused by Ge Heng later on. Even if Old Hu had no knowledge of Ge Heng's cruelty, the fact remains that he was responsible for her situation.
The reason I didn't retaliate was simply because Jiang Wang wouldn't allow it.
Fortunately, after this incident, the little bit of "affection" he had with Jiang Wang was completely gone.
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This is the price he pays for his incompetence and self-importance.
After spending so long with Jiang Wang, Dugu Xiao had long since understood that he wasn't someone who would vent his anger or shirk responsibility. As long as they carried out his orders, if the mistake was in his decision-making, he would never let others take the blame.
And in this matter, as the magistrate Hu Laogeng's poor performance... Jiang Wang not killing him on the spot was already a restrained result.
Hu Lao Gen dragged his feet out of the town hall.
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It's already June, and the sunshine is no longer gentle.
Especially at noon, it shines directly on the body, like needles pricking.
Hu Lao Gen squinted his eyes, but couldn't stop the cloudy tears.
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He was actually a simple man, and he wasn't upset about losing his brief power.
When he was manager of the Hu's mine, he never took bribes. When he served as the head of the pavilion in Qingyang Town, he never sought personal gain for himself.
He had no children, only a ferocious old wife. The couple did not have too many worldly desires.
So even though he became the head of the neighborhood watch, he still lived in his old house.
What truly saddened him was that just now, he realized he had become a "murderer".
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If he had strictly followed Jiang Wang's previous orders and isolated the inside from the outside, perhaps many townspeople would not have died today.
As Jiang Wang said, every person who died from illness in town is the responsibility of this Hu Lao Gen!
How could his decrepit shoulders bear such a weight
Jiang Wang's thunderous command immediately put him on the move. He headed to the village himself, as those areas were less regulated and required his exceptional cultivation to handle them personally.
But in Qingyang Town, it's not as simple as it seems to put into practice.
Prior to this, the people of Qingyang Town had not placed enough importance on the matter.
Under Dugu Xia's command, posting new proclamations, declaring the severity of the illness, and dispersing crowds... these all take time.
And a Qingyang Town Hall staff, was really pitiful in number.
Hu Lao Gen walked out in a daze, and every crowd he saw along the way chilled him to the bone.
If that were a plague...
If it really is a human plague...
He didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
"Fellow countrymen and friends! Let me tell you something!"
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Hu Laogen walked to the edge of the crowd and suddenly shouted: "Qingyang Town is ill, dozens of people have died!"
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“It’s probably the plague!”
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"You guys, go back to your houses quickly! Don't gather together, don't go out!"
He shouted loudly at every place he passed.
Many people know him.
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He was born, grew up, married, and grew old in this Qingyang Town.
Here, many people trust him.
Seeing this pathetic old man, some people found it strange, some felt puzzled, but most chose to believe.
Finally, at the largest market in Qingyang Town, the market on the west side of town.
People saw that the current pavilion master, Old Hu Laogen, was holding a ladder and tremblingly climbing onto the roof.
The man was very old, and even standing on the roof he was not tall, but rather hunched.
He repeated aloud the same words he had been repeating all along.
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But even the hoarse voice couldn't make itself very clear to people.
Only at the end did he bellow, "So many deaths, it's all my fault!"
“The old man apologizes to you all!”
One head plunged, falling from the roof to the ground.
Like a watermelon exploding.
... lingered in the memories of many.
This book has been so hard to write to this point, enduring so much ridicule and surviving so many agonizing nights. If it suddenly disappeared, the blow to me would probably be devastating.
Then why do I still write these things
As I explained in the reader group before, considering that many people now have questions and they are all sincerely concerned about this book, I have to explain it again.
The plot of the plague was already set.
But without current experiences, it would be difficult to write so truthfully. Nor would I have the emotions surging within me now.
I do want to record something. Writing carries the weight of truth, and words express my feelings. Both my emotions and convictions drive me to do this. What else can a writer do if they don't use words to make their voice heard in this world
> I hope that years, even decades from now, when someone picks up this novel and reads this, they will remember that we lived through such things, that we encountered these sickeningly dark moments, but also those who pierced through the darkness with their light.
I just hope everyone understands that, and try not to discuss the world outside of the book. After all, behind strength, democracy, and civilization lies harmony.
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>That is my explanation.
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A reader's comment touched me deeply. He said, "Isn't it okay to discuss things while sitting"
But, this is my way.
I have discussed and spoken out about this on Weibo, Zhihu, and public accounts.
I honestly don't know what else I can do besides speaking up! Donating some money is just a drop in the bucket.
The feedback I've been receiving, little by little, has made me realize that this novel now carries the expectations of some people.
I do need to be more careful and protect our shared world.
Thank you again for your love and support.
——How can I describe the depth of my feelings It's nine o'clock in the morning. night, the stars faded silently into obscurity.And on the Starry Moon Plain, Jiang Wang opened his eyes.Guanyin's voice was a "mantra," a collision of this path and that path in Jiang Wang's heart.Th...