Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Zheng asked curiously, "How to weave?"

"I don't know," Xiao Qian said, "but I asked him to write a letter to the fourth, asking him to send me some wool, and then ask them how they knitted."

Zheng Shi nodded, and also became worried, "I see that Man Bao and the princess are only big belly, and they are not fat in other places. Is this good or bad?"

Xiao Qian said, "When I turn around and ask her, but her feet are swollen a lot now, but she still goes to the hospital every day. I'm afraid she will fool me and report good news instead of bad news."

Zheng Shi immediately said, "Then I'll ask Shanbao as well?"

Xiao Qian immediately nodded, 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: "Maybe there are some things that Your Highness is not easy to tell me, and I am too far from the capital, I am afraid that I will not understand what Your Highness means. You are brothers and sisters, you should speak your heart better."

Mingda doesn't think that although the prince's brother loves her, he treats her as his sister and Zhou Man as a confidant. If he wants to keep secrets, I'm afraid he will be more willing to talk to Zhou Man.

But to Zhou Man's gaze, Ming Da pondered for a while and nodded.

However, the letter she wrote was much more concise. After she said hello, she made a side-by-side comment on the matter, a matter of two or three sentences.

Seeing that she wrote so little, Zhou Man hesitated.

Bai Shan grabbed the letter in her hand, dried it, stuffed it into the envelope, put it into his arms and said, "Okay, let's go to dinner, do you think everyone is as talkative as you are?"

Zhou Man couldn't help muttering, "Why am I talking? I'm clearly trying to express myself clearly, so as to avoid any misunderstanding."

She said: "If you hide the most crucial information like His Highness, and only write the purpose, it will not only cause suspicion, but also delay time. Qingzhou is not close to the capital. It takes half a month to go back and forth."

Bai Shan just remembered, turned his head and asked Yin or Bai Erlang, "Do you have any letters to send back?"

Yin or nodded after a moment's thought, "Really."

He plans to tell his family that he will not go home for the Chinese New Year this year, and will stay in Qingzhou for the Chinese New Year. This is a big event and he has to tell them.

Bai Erlang shook his head after thinking for a while, "I didn't."

Bai Shan and Zhou Man looked at him together, "It's almost New Year's Eve, shouldn't you urge people to pay back the money?"

Bai Erlang: "I'm not in the capital. I don't need to urge them to pay it back. It's better to let them continue to borrow."

Mingda couldn't help but ask him, "Who else owes you money now?"

Bai Erlang said with a smile: "There are not many, they are all classmates who used to play better in Guozijian and Chongwen Hall. For them, I don't charge daily interest, I just treat them as loans from friends, don't worry, they won't Delinquent."

Of course, Mingda is not worried that they will default on their debts, but he is just curious why Bai Erlang likes to lend so much, even if he does not earn interest money.

Bai Erlang said sadly: "I can't help it, I don't do business, and I'm not that material. The money I make will be left as ash in the warehouse. It's better to use it for others. Anyway, I know that they have good character. , I will definitely pay it back, and I can pay it back.”

Bai Shan had already stood up and supported Zhou Man, "Let's go, let's eat."

Zhou Man asked casually, "I'm happy to keep counting money, why do you have to lend it out?"

Bai Erlang looked at her, "Some people say that money is dead, it's a pile of scrap copper. Only when it is used and circulated is money."

Zhou Man: "Who said that?"

Bai Erlang narrowed his eyes and stared at her, and 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 put in Keke's place, feeling guilty, but said, "This is also true, but don't borrow it arbitrarily, you just know what you have in mind."

Bai Erlang hummed twice, and knew that it must be a nonsense made up by her, and I'm afraid she didn't believe it herself.

But he doesn't regret it. He didn't borrow a lot of money, but he borrowed a lot of money...

Except for Zhao Liulang, no one else would borrow from him, and he always charged interest for lending money to Zhao Liulang.

Bai Erlang is too rich, and he doesn't like extravagance and has no special hobbies, so he keeps all the money he earns. He used to save it for himself, but now he even saves the princess' share, and the money is even more.

Well, Mingda doesn't like extravagance either, 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 a warehouse to make money.

When he got to the dining room and sat down to eat, Bai Shan told Zheng Shi and Xiao Qian Shi, "Tomorrow someone will send a letter back to the capital, mother, sister-in-law, do you have any letters to send back?"

Of course there is!

And there are still a lot of words. Mrs. Zheng can write letters by herself, while Mrs. Qian will go to Zhou Man to write letters after eating.

I wrote several pieces of paper and explained everything about my family members before it was over.

The next day, Bai Shan handed the thick stack of letters to the guards, ordered two people, and asked them to send them back to the capital quickly.

The letter was sent back to Zhou's house and handed to Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang found his letter, opened it and read it, then dug out two letters from a pile of letters and sent them to the East Palace.

The prince habitually opened Mingda's letter first, swiped it at a glance and put it aside.

Then he opened Zhou Man's letter, and the prince couldn't help but ponder, thinking about how to answer Zhou Man.

He couldn't make up his mind for a while, and called Eunuch Wu, "Is Mr. Zhuang still in the Chongwen Museum?"

Eunuch Wu immediately bowed and said, "Yes, Mr. Zhuang has 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 have tea with Mr. Zhuang.

"Zhuang Shi said that if the royal family and Zhou Man asked for a prescription, would Zhou Man agree to give it?"

Mr. Zhuang already knew the whole story from Bai Shan's letter to him, and smiled slightly: "Your Highness is worried that Zhou Man is standing at the Imperial Physician's Office and will not give the prescription?"

In fact, it is not difficult for the emperor and the prince to get the prescription. If nothing else, they directly asked Xiao Yuanzheng what to do with penicillin. Wouldn't he say nothing?

It's just not authorized, in the end it's not justified.

Of course, they can also use power, but the emperor cherishes fame, and the royal family is not willing to fall into the dispute with the court for profit, so they asked Zhou Man for a recipe.

The prince turned the teacup and said, "Although Zhou Man is an orphan, she has little selfishness. If she is devoted to the public, she can't do anything to her."

Mr. Zhuang was slightly taken aback, although the prince's understanding of Zhou Man was a bit biased (Zhou Man was his person), he did not expect the evaluation to be so high.

After thinking about it, Mr. Zhuang said, "Your Highness might as well be frank. Since you said that she has little selfishness, then if you are frank, she will definitely return the sincerity."

The prince pondered.

Mr. Zhuang said: "His Royal Highness, according to the information sent back from all over the border, penicillin and the students of the Imperial Physician Office can at least reduce the casualties by 60% compared with the original. This data is calculated in the specific figures..."

The prince looked serious and nodded slightly, "Gu understands."

How can such an important medicine be in the hands of the Imperial Physician's Office? The royal family must have one.

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