Fu Zhiyu sent Doctor Chen away and stayed in the room to read the files.
Yuan Jiangxing was there too. He asked his soldiers to pack up the two boxes of things in the clinic and help him carry them back. Then he tiptoed back to the inner room and asked, "Are you serious about what you just said about visiting various places in Jiangnan?"
"Of course I'm serious. How can this be a lie?" Fu Zhiyu looked up at him, "After I finish reading this volume, I'll set out the day after tomorrow. We won't go so far. We'll pick a village near Luanzhou.
I don’t plan to bring many people with me. It’s best if I go alone, so I didn’t tell my uncle. Otherwise, when the people see this huge group of people, they will be terrified and won’t be able to see what I want to see. "
Yuan Jiangxing frowned. Before he could say "No, it's dangerous", Fu Zhiyu spoke first: "Uncle, don't worry about it. Nothing will happen. I have decided. Let's leave it at that. Let's not discuss this anymore."
Yuan Jiangxing was not the kind of parent who would overprotect his child. After all, he was a general and would not be so hesitant. Upon hearing what Fu Zhiyu said, he did not object anymore.
He just lowered his head and poured him a cup of hot tea, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't make yourself too tired, take your time."
Fu Zhiyu went back to look at his file again and nodded to show that he understood. He was indeed thirsty, so he took a sip of the tea that Yuan Jiangxing poured for him.
"What is this?" He took a sip and frowned, "It's so bitter."
Yuan Jiangxing also took a sip and said, "This is Rain Dew, a famous tea in the south of the Yangtze River. You don't drink it often, so you might not be used to it. This tea tastes a little bitter at first, but the aftertaste is long-lasting and the fragrance is rich and dense. I made it for you because I saw you were too tired recently. What, you don't like it? I'll make you something else next time."
After a while, Fu Zhiyu felt the aftertaste of the tea on his tongue, and the aroma of the tea also emerged. However, when he heard these words, he felt something was wrong.
He looked at the tea in his hand, puzzled: "I've tasted the tea before the rain, and it didn't taste like this. Could it be that the taste of different grades of tea is so different?"
He remembered that the servant who served tea last time said that it was the best and only a little bit was left.
Yuan Jiangxing was also puzzled: "This is the best one. Jiang Wen gave it to me. Which one are you drinking?"
Fu Zhiyu stopped talking. Although he usually drinks tea, he is not a big fan of it. Unlike Yuan Jiangxing, he can tell whether the tea is top-notch by just tasting it. But even if he is not a big fan of it, he knows in his heart that the cup of Yuqianlu in front of him is not the same as the "Yuqianlu" he drank last time.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Jiangxing noticed that his expression was not right. "What's the problem?"
Fu Zhiyu shook his head and didn't say anything immediately.
This matter could be a big deal or a small one. After all, tea is something that people drink. It is hard to say whether the servant who served the tea was talking nonsense and passing off inferior goods as good ones, or was deliberately giving him that to drink. But after drinking that pot of tea, he did feel much better.
Fu Zhiyu recalled what happened at that time, and then thought of the servant's voice and back, and suddenly guessed something.
"It's okay," Fu Zhiyu said to Yuan Jiangxing, "I just remembered it wrong."
He put the cup down and never drank it again. But after Yuan Jiang left, when the servant came to serve hot tea again, Fu Zhiyu stared at him for a while and asked, "Have you been responsible for serving tea since I came here?"
The servant didn't expect his master to talk to him. He knelt down in fear, almost knocking over the teapot. He said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, my mother was sick at home some time ago, and I had no choice but to go to take care of her. I only came back the day before yesterday. There are five tea servants in this mansion, and they usually take turns on duty."
"What kind of tea do you usually make for me?"
"In reply to your Highness, we usually brew the best Biluochun tea. If any of you needs it, we also have Pu'er, Longjing, Yunwu and other teas in the mansion. It all depends on your preference."
"Dew before the rain... is there any?"
"Your Highness, there is no Yuqianlu in the palace. The previous governor did not like this tea, so he never prepared it."
"It's okay," Fu Zhiyu saw how scared he was, his voice trembling at the end. He actually had some guesses in his mind, but he just wanted to confirm it. He looked at his figure and appearance carefully again, and it was very different from the last time.
"Go ahead, I'm just asking."
When the servant heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his master was not going to punish him, so he quickly left.
On this side, Doctor Chen received Qian Manguan's gift from Fu Zhiyu. He did not intend to avoid suspicion and took the carriage team to place the box directly in the lobby of the clinic. Everyone coming and going saw it.
The next day, the clinic opened as usual, but a large shed was set up in front of the door.
"King Zhao is so kind that he has set up a medicine stand in our clinic to provide free medicine for three consecutive days. Anyone, regardless of gender or age, can come and get it!"
In early spring, the weather is still cold and people are prone to catching colds. Most of the patients treated in the clinic during this period are these people.
Now that a medicine shed has been set up, patients can come and get their medicines free of charge. Even those who are not ill can come to the shed and ask for a bowl of hot ginger soup.
If a child comes, the medicine shed will give him a piece of sweet ginger candy. Elderly people will be given ginseng tea to replenish their vitality. And for those who are in trouble and temporarily unable to eat, the medicine shed will also provide rice porridge.
At the beginning, the scene was a little chaotic because there were too many people, but the clinic saved many people and many people living nearby came to help maintain order, so the situation was much better in the afternoon.
"Come one by one, don't worry, we have them all."
"It doesn't matter if you don't get it today, there will be more tomorrow."
"… "
After hearing this, Fu Zhiyu thought it was a good idea. He had been planning to go to Luanzhou today and even went to the shop in front of the clinic to take a look in the morning.
"The medicinal materials for wind-cold medicine are limited. The dosage has been determined at that time. Three days is just enough. If there is more, it will not be sustainable," Doctor Chen said to him, "but ginger soup and rice porridge can be given out."
Fu Zhiyu had no objection: "Just do as you wish. If the money is not enough, you can ask me for it again."
"That's enough. The Qian family has given a lot," said Doctor Chen. "In a few days, when the weather gets hot, we can do it again and give out some summer heat tea or something."
When Fu Zhiyu left the clinic, he lifted the curtain and took a look.
It's still early, but the line is already very long. Although some people come with the intention of taking advantage of a good deal, there are also many people in ragged clothes in the line. A bowl of ginger soup and a bowl of rice porridge are not worth much, but for many people, they are already a rare blessing.
When Qian Manguan received this news, his impression of Fu Zhiyu was refreshed.
In fact, all four of them had run porridge shops before. They were not so unkind as to be rich, and they just wanted to gain fame. However, Qian Manguan knew that this was only a temporary solution and was just a drop in the bucket.
But he also knew that after such a long time, Fu Zhiyu had not found a new prefect of Luanzhou, but he had to go to the government office every day to read files. It was obvious that he was going to do something.
The King of Jiangnan who didn't care about anything in the past is probably no longer in existence.
Thinking of this, he sighed and went to clean up the mess on his hands.
As for the Deng family's affairs, Qian Manguan acted faster than anyone else.
As soon as he got the medicine, he went to Deng's house.
Since he had decided to do it, Qian Manguan was not polite. He not only planned to blackmail, but also wanted to do it with a clear conscience.
"You, the Deng family, are so heartless and ungrateful. I've been working hard outside, and you're still taking advantage of my misfortune!" Qian Manguan was very confident. Moreover, since Deng Qian was not around, he could naturally crush this family with overwhelming force. He made the whole family feel ashamed. "In that case, let's settle the accounts as brothers. You have to compensate me for all the effort I put into making this antidote!"
Deng Jinghe sat in the back, lowered his head and said nothing. As a bastard's son, it was understandable that he did not stand in the front at this time.
how so
With a gloomy face, he glanced at Qian Manguan who was bossing people around in the lobby, and thought of that man again.
Deng Jinghe actually didn't see Fu Zhiyu very often. The first time he saw him was in Yuan Lu's shop, and the second time he saw him was at a sacrifice. Both times left a deep impression on him.
When he first met him, he thought that the King of Jiangnan was just a vase, so he wanted to have someone lock him up at home, keep him well, and make him belong only to him, not to be seen by others. However, his status was too high, and such an idea was difficult to realize for Deng Jinghe now.
Deng Jinghe had already known about Deng Qian's actions during the sacrifice. He even deliberately fanned the flames, hoping that the man would come down from his high position. One day in the future, sooner or later, he would finally be able to fall into his hands. The idea that came to his mind when he first met him might also come true one day.
But what he didn't expect was that Fu Zhiyu had hidden so many things.
Let’s not talk about what happened before, let alone what is happening right now.
Where did Qian Manguan get the medicine? It was clearly given to him by Fu Zhiyu.
The matter of the coachman was also something that Deng Jinghe deliberately instigated Deng Lang to do. Deng Lang was Deng Qian's legitimate son, but he had been too well protected since he was a child and had no idea how to handle these things. He also wanted to follow Qian Manguan to ask Fu Zhiyu for help, but Deng Jinghe had someone persuade him to come back, saying that it was a lesson learned from the Qian family's previous experience and it was useless to ask him for help.
Next, he sent the coachman to Deng Lang and taught him to kidnap Fu Zhiyu. From beginning to end, Deng Jinghe never showed up, and Deng Lang did not expect that his most trusted housekeeper had already been Deng Jinghe's man.
Deng Lang thought about it and felt that this was not wrong. If the kidnapping was successful, King Zhao would naturally hand over the antidote to save his life. When his father woke up, everything would be easy. If it didn't work, the coachman would agree and say that it was done by the Qian family and had nothing to do with the Deng family. It could be said that it was foolproof.
But Deng Jinghe knew that the possibility of the kidnapping being successful was basically zero. Deng Lang didn't know about the incense burner, but he knew about it. It was basically a fantasy for the coachman to kidnap him with his mediocre skills.
Deng Jinghe just didn't want to wake Deng Qian up. It would be better for him to stay in a coma until he died. Deng Lang was not to be feared. As long as he used some tricks, this huge family business would be handed over to him sooner or later. He was happy to see the shop owner running away and the fire in the backyard. Losing some money was nothing. Deng Lang couldn't handle it, so Deng Jinghe had to deal with all these matters. Naturally, his voice in the family expanded a lot.