Zheng asked curiously, "How?"
"I don't know," Xiaoqian said, "But I asked someone to write a letter to the fourth child, asking him to send me some wool, and then ask how he weaves it."
Mrs. Zheng nodded, and became worried, "I see that both Man Bao and the princess have big stomachs and no fat elsewhere. Is this good or bad?"
Xiaoqian said: "I'll ask her when I go back, but now her feet are swollen a lot, but she still goes to the medical office every day, I'm afraid she will fool me and report good news instead of bad news."
Mrs. Zheng immediately said: "Then I will also ask Shanbao?"
Xiaoqian immediately nodded, and the two reached a consensus, and couldn't help but smile at each other.
In the main hall, Zhou Man finished writing the letter and asked Mingda, "Would you like to write a letter and go back and ask?"
She said tactfully: "Perhaps there are some things that His Highness cannot tell me clearly, and I'm too far away from the capital, so I'm afraid I won't understand His Highness's meaning. You are brothers and sisters, so you should speak your mind better."
Mingda didn't think that although the prince's elder brother loved her, he regarded her as his younger sister and Zhou Man as his confidant. If he wanted to keep secrets, he would be more willing to tell Zhou Man.
But facing Zhou Man's gaze, Mingda pondered for a moment or nodded in response.
But the letter she wrote was much more succinct, and after she said hello, she insinuated about the matter, in two or three sentences.
Seeing that she wrote so little, Zhou Man hesitated to speak.
Bai Shan pulled the letter from her hand, dried it, stuffed it into the envelope, and stuffed it into his bosom, "Okay, let's go eat, do you think everyone is as chatty as you?"
Zhou Man couldn't help muttering, "Why am I chattering? I obviously wanted to express myself clearly, so as not to cause any misunderstanding."
She said: "If you hide the most important information like His Highness, and only write the purpose, it will not only arouse suspicion, but also waste time. Qingzhou is not close to the capital, and half a month has passed."
Only then did Bai Shan remember, he turned his head and asked Yin You and Bai Erlang, "Do you have any letters to send back?"
Yin or nodded after thinking for a while, "It really is."
He intends to tell his family that he will not go home for the New Year this year, but will stay in Qingzhou for the New Year. This is a big event and he has to tell them.
After thinking for a while, Bai Erlang shook his head, "I haven't."
Bai Shan and Zhou Man looked at him together, "It's almost Chinese New Year, shouldn't you urge people to pay back the money?"
Bai Erlang: "I'm not in the capital, so I don't need to urge them to return it. It's better to let them continue to borrow it."
Mingda couldn't help asking him, "Who else owes you money now?"
Bai Erlang smiled and said: "There are not many, they are all classmates who had a good time in Guozijian and Chongwenguan before. For them, what I charge is not daily interest, but as a loan from a friend. Don't worry, they won't reckless."
Of course Ming Da is not worried about their repudiating debts, but is just curious why Bai Erlang likes lending money so much, even if he doesn't earn interest, he still wants to borrow money.
Bai Erlang said sadly: "I can't help it. I don't do business, and I'm not that kind of material. The money I earn will be ashes if it stays in the warehouse. It's better to take it out for others. Anyway, I know they have good characters." , I will definitely pay it back, and I can pay it back.”
Bai Shan had already stood up, supported Zhou Man, "Let's go, let's eat."
Zhou Man asked casually, "I'm happy to keep the money for counting, why do you have to borrow it?"
Bai Erlang looked at her, "Some people say that keeping money is a dead thing, a pile of scrap copper, and only when it is used and circulated is it money."
Zhou Man: "Who said that?"
Bai Erlang squinted his eyes and stared at her, Bai Shan couldn't help turning his head to look at her.
"..." Zhou Man: "Oh, it's me."
Zhou Man subconsciously glanced at the private money she left with Keke, feeling a little guilty, but said: "That's true, but don't borrow randomly, just know what you're doing."
Bai Erlang snorted twice, and knew that it must be another nonsense made up by her in a hurry, and she probably didn't believe it herself.
But he doesn't regret it. The money he borrowed is not a lot, and the large amount of money...
Except for Zhao Liulang, no one else would borrow money from him, and Zhao Liulang always charged interest for lending money.
Bai Erlang is too rich, and he doesn't like extravagance, and he doesn't have any special hobbies, so he saves all the money he earns. In the past, he saved it for himself, but now he saves the princess's share, and the money is even more.
Well, Mingda doesn't like extravagance, so unlike Changyu who often feels that he can't make ends meet, the two feel that they have a lot of money, and they have to build warehouses to make money.
When they arrived at the dining room and sat down to eat, Bai Shan told Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Qian, "Tomorrow someone will send a letter back to the capital. Mother, sister-in-law, do you have a letter to send back?"
Of course there is!
And there are a lot of things to say, Mrs. Zheng can write letters by herself, and Mrs. Qian will go to Zhou Man to write letters after dinner.
I wrote several pieces of paper, and I finished the calculation after explaining all the family members up and down.
The next day, Bai Shan handed over the thick stack of letters to the guards, and ordered two people to send them back to the capital as quickly as possible.
The letter was sent back to Zhou's house and handed over to Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang found out his letters, opened them and read them, then took two out of a pile of letters and sent them to the East Palace.
The prince habitually opened Mingda's letter first, scanned it at a glance and put it aside.
Then he opened Zhou Man's letter, and the prince couldn't help thinking about how to answer Zhou Man.
He couldn't make up his mind for a moment, so he summoned Eunuch Wu, "Mr. Zhuang is still in the Chongwen Museum?"
Eunuch Wu immediately bowed and said, "Yes, Mr. Zhuang just finished one class."
"Invite sir."
Mr. Zhuang was quickly invited, and the prince simply pushed the official document on the case and went to drink tea with Mr. Zhuang.
"Shi Zhuang said, if the royal family and Zhou Man ask for a prescription, will Zhou Man agree to give it?"
Mr. Zhuang already knew the whole story from Bai Shan's letter to him, and said with a slight smile: "Your Highness is worried that Zhou Man will stand at the Imperial Medical Office and refuse to give the prescription?"
In fact, it is not difficult for the emperor and the crown prince to get the prescription. If nothing else, they directly asked Xiao Yuanzheng how to make penicillin. Would he not say anything
It's just that it is not authorized, and the name is not right.
Of course, they can also use power, but the emperor cherishes his reputation, and the royal family is not willing to let go of disputes with the court, so they ask Zhou Man for a prescription.
The crown prince turned the teacup and said: "Although Zhou Man is a lonely person, she has little selfishness. If she is dedicated to serving the public, the lonely person can't do anything to her."
Mr. Zhuang was taken aback for a moment. Although the prince's understanding of Zhou Man was a bit off (Zhou Man was his), he did not expect to have such a high evaluation.
After thinking for a while, Mr. Zhuang said: "Your Highness, why not tell the truth, since you said that she has little selfishness, then if you are honest, she will definitely return the truth."
The prince pondered.
Mr. Zhuang said: "His Royal Highness, judging from the information sent back from all over the border, penicillin and the students from the Imperial Medical Office can at least reduce the casualties by 60% compared to the original. This data is counted in the specific number..."
The prince looked serious and nodded slightly, "I understand."
How can such an important medicine be in the hands of the Imperial Medical Bureau? The royal family must have one.