In the evening, Zhou Shuren came back and said that the emperor agreed to Zhezi's proposal. Zhulan smiled and said, "I will arrange for Zhuangzi's children to go to the mountains to collect medicinal herbs."
Zhou Shuren said with regret, "It's a pity that the capital does not allow land reclamation."
"The capital allows land reclamation, but the children in the orphanage cannot do so."
Zhou Shuren thought so too. When these children reach a certain age, they will go to where they should go. They really don't have the energy to manage the reclaimed land. "The medicinal materials need to be processed. Do you need to hire a master who can process the medicinal materials?"
"I originally wanted to train some children to prepare medicinal materials, and I have already found a master."
"That's good. Once the pharmacy is open, we will consider purchasing medicinal materials."
Zhu Lan sighed quietly, "Even if we open a pharmacy, the main customers are foreigners and wealthy families. Ordinary people still can't afford the pills, and they are reluctant to see a doctor when they are sick."
Zhou Shuren, "The court is doing pretty well now."
Zhulan admitted this point. In ancient times, the imperial court did a good job and trained many doctors over the years.
Zhulan no longer talked about the pharmacy. They just gave ideas, and the rest of the operations were up to the emperor. There were many talented people in the court, and as long as a solution was given, it would be gradually improved.
Zhulan, "I don't know if Rongchuan picked up Mingteng."
Zhou Shuren counted the days and said, "I should have received it by now."
The guess was very accurate. Rongchuan saw Ming Teng at noon today. The Ming Teng Rongchuan saw was injured, with his left arm tied up. Fortunately, there were no injuries to other parts of his body, only his arm was slightly fractured.
After dinner, Rongchuan finally had a good rest. He walked out of the tent and went straight to where Mingteng was sitting. He sat down and looked at Mingteng's injured arm. He was angry, "You are getting bolder and bolder. You didn't even discuss such a big thing with me, and you dared to take advantage of me."
Ming Teng made a bitter face, "Uncle, you have told me many times, I know I was wrong."
Rong Chuan was so angry that his chest hurt, "Do you know how I've been living these days?"
Ming Teng lowered his head in realization of his mistake. He knew that he almost didn't recognize his uncle when they met at noon. His uncle looked too haggard, and his eyes were frighteningly red. After a short conversation, his uncle leaned against him and fell asleep.
Rong Chuan's tone softened a little, "You still don't think things through."
Ming Teng felt guilty. It was indeed his lack of consideration. He took advantage of the situation and did not leave anyone to report it. He did not expect the avalanche to be so serious. He thought that by trapping himself for a day or two, he would give his uncle an excuse to reorganize the grassland tribe. However, he did not expect that it would be difficult to get out of the snowy mountains. This made his uncle worried and his family in the capital worried.
Rongchuan also blamed himself, "It's my fault too. If I had started the bloody suppression when I arrived at the grassland, I wouldn't have become more and more passive, and I wouldn't have encouraged the tribe's arrogance and tested them again and again, and finally set my sights on you, causing you to take risks in order to change the status quo."
Ming Teng raised his head and said, "Uncle-in-law, I can't blame you. You are right."
Rongchuan raised his hand. "I didn't go to the battlefield and didn't understand the hatred that went deep into my bones. It was indeed my fault. I have already written a memorial to return to the capital. You are injured. You should also leave for the capital when we return."
Ming Teng was reluctant to leave, "Uncle, I'll stay and help you."
"No, just go back to Beijing with peace of mind."
It was the first time that Ming Teng heard his uncle-in-law speak in such a strong tone. He opened his mouth and thought that this mission had changed his uncle-in-law a lot and his heart had hardened.
Rongchuan missed Xuehan and the child. "Go back and visit your aunt more often. By the way, the news that you are safe should have arrived in Beijing."
Ming Teng let out a breath, then blamed himself. He was indeed not thoughtful enough. If something happened to his family because of him, he would not be at peace for the rest of his life. He was eager to go home.
The next day, Zhulan still had to deal with the orphanage's affairs. Qi came and Zhulan took the invitation from Qi and asked, "Ran Xun is finally getting married?"
Qi: "Yes, if the matter of the illegitimate eldest son had not happened, Ran Xun would have been married long ago."
Zhulan knew that Ran Xun was imprisoned in the Ran Mansion when he returned to Beijing, and he brought back a pregnant concubine. What she feared came true. She really gave birth to a son. How could the woman not be angry
Zhu Lan put down the post, "Ran Xun can be considered a blessing in disguise. I heard from Ran Wan that Ran Xun can finally calm down."
"He is hopeless if he doesn't calm down."
Zhulan asked, "That child?"
Qi would not keep the child by her side, as there was a difference between legitimate and illegitimate children. She said in silence, "The child went to the manor with her mother. Whether to bring her back or not is entirely up to Madam Ran Xun's wishes."
Zhulan, "Don't frown anymore, it will be a big wedding day in a few days."
Qi felt bitter. Her family felt in a mess. The eldest daughter-in-law and the eldest grandson's wife were quarreling fiercely. At her age, she not only had to worry about the eldest house, but also her grandson's marriage. "I really envy you."
Zhulan smiled and didn't say anything. Many people envied her, and that was the reward for her efforts. She was sincere to her daughter-in-law, and gave her freedom and respect. Naturally, her daughter-in-law also respected and was filial to her sincerely.
In Zhoujia Village, Jiang Miao had a severe headache. Mu Fan brought in some soup and said, "Drink some soup, your stomach will feel better."
Jiang Miao shook her head and was supported by her husband to sit up, "Why did you come back so early?"
Seeing that his wife really didn't want to drink, Mu Fan didn't force her, "You're making trouble again. I'm just an unwelcome grandson. There are so many descendants of the Dong family that it's not my turn to worry about them. I'll just go see my mother and come back."
His mother didn't want to stay in the Dong family either, but she couldn't because she was the legitimate daughter of the Dong family and she couldn't leave until her aunt came back.
Jiang Miao, "You said that grandpa has divided the family, what else do they have to fight about."
Mu Fan, "My uncles know that the property has been divided up. They have been squeezing it for too long. Now that grandpa is gone, there is no one left to suppress it. They don't want to wait for an explosion any longer."
Jiang Miao shook her head. Fortunately, there were many people around her yesterday, and of course no one dared to get involved with her. There was a fight yesterday, and the Dong family lost an adult.
Mu Fan pushed the fruit plate to his wife. "If my uncle really wants to solve the problem, he can do so. But I can see that my uncle doesn't want to solve it. He just wants the situation to get bigger so that he can completely cut off contact with the other families."
"Now that you mention it, there is indeed such a plan. Where is Dong Zhan?"
Mu Fan, "Dong Zhan should have been locked up by my uncle. First, he was afraid that Dong Zhan would get hurt, and second, he was afraid that Dong Zhan would agree to something. I guess my grandfather must have asked Dong Zhan to agree to something, but my uncle didn't want to do it, so he wanted to do it all at once."
Jiang Miao didn't want to care about the Dong family anymore. Her third uncle was a principled person, and her third aunt wasn't very close to the Dong family. And looking at her husband's attitude, she would have even less contact with the Dong family in the future.
In the capital city, the imperial palace, the emperor talked about setting up a pharmacy. Based on the prescriptions of the Imperial Medical Bureau, most of the medicines produced were exported in the name of the court, a small part was sold to regulated clinics, and some prescriptions from the public were also collected.
The last one is not easy, and it is still a question of inheritance. Some doctors’ prescriptions are secret.
It's easy to tell whether it's a good job or a job with a lot of benefits.
The ministers in the study became wary of each other. Some wanted to plan for themselves, while others wanted to plan for their own offspring.
Zhou Shuren's gaze seemed to fall on Lord Qi, his fingertips hidden in his official sleeves, his fingers twirling.
Lord Qi's eyes sparkled. This was an opportunity, and he couldn't help but speak, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."
After hearing this, Zhou Shuren's mouth corners slightly curled up, but soon fell back down.