In the final years of a chaotic age, there were three great scourges: natural disasters, man-made calamities, and plagues.
Natural disasters needed no explanation. Several northern provinces had suffered a severe drought, and not a drop of rain had fallen in the Capital Region for half a year.
There was no hope for this year's autumn harvest. More and more refugees were arriving. A recent riot at a refugee camp had killed tens of thousands, and now the camp was slowly filling up again.
Besides drought, there were also the calamities of war and banditry.
Man-made calamities needed even less explanation. As for the Great Li Dynasty's feudal princes and officials, if you seized ten and beheaded nine, some of them would surely have been wronged; if you slaughtered every other one, there would definitely be fish that slipped through the net.
Last came plague. Once it erupted, for a hundred li around, one heard only cocks crowing and dogs barking, with not a human voice in sight.
When it came to efficiency in killing, plague deserved first place.
Qin He did not know whether he could withstand a plague. In any case, he had never tried.
After thinking it over, he tore off a piece of cloth and covered his mouth and nose.
This world was different from the time and space he had come from. All kinds of terrifying things truly existed here.
For all he knew, there might even be a Plague God.
Prudence could catch cicadas that had lived for a thousand autumns; careful sailing could keep a ship afloat for ten thousand years.
There was no harm in lying low.
The Flying Fish Guard had brought six large carts, all piled high with corpses. They were surely locals from the Capital City, though Qin He