Reborn and married to a stupid scholar, she has a prosperous husband and multiple children

Hai Mingzhou saw the small bamboo tube on the pigeon's foot, hugged the pigeon excitedly, and opened the letter.

Bai Qiushui didn't stop it because she knew that Lin Shuangshuang wrote this letter to Hai Mingzhou and that it had nothing to do with her.

When Hai Mingzhou saw the content in the letter, he suddenly laughed out loud: "I knew that my master is omnipotent and nothing can be difficult for her."

"..."

Bai Qiu Shui glanced at him. This man was so shameless. His boss had never accepted an apprentice, but he was always a master, and he called him even more affectionate than his biological father.

"Miss Bai, help me write a letter. I want to send a letter home."

"You can't write?"

"Of course I can write, but I can't use your pen, and the brush can't write such small characters."

"I can only trouble Miss Bai."

Hai Mingzhou said and pointed to the ballpoint pen on the table, although he had been practicing calligraphy with the ballpoint pen just now.

I always pick up the pen and stop writing unconsciously. I am not used to the feeling of the pen tip pressing hard against the paper.

Bai Qiushui rolled her eyes: "You write, I copy, and repeat sentence by sentence, it's weird."

"Row."

After Hai Zhenhua received the carrier pigeon, he made a decision immediately and hurried to the Yamen.

"Sir, I have thought about it. My Hai family will take over this incredible wealth."

Song Minghao laughed: "Mr. Hai is indeed a smart man."

"If the Hai family becomes prosperous in the future, don't forget that I am the leader."

"My lord, what can I say? Such a great kindness will never be forgotten."

After the two exchanged polite words, Hai Zhenhua asked tentatively: "Sir, when will the prescription get to the Prime Minister?"

"Did the prime minister choose the Hai family, or did the master choose the Hai family?"

"When will this prescription arrive in the hands of my Hai family? Otherwise, if the emperor asks about this prescription, I will reveal the secret if I ask three questions."

Seeing that he was very cautious, Song Minghao told Hai Zhenhua all the news he knew.

Oh, the prescription hasn't reached the prime minister's hands yet, which means there are still variables in everything.

He thought of his grandson's letter, and Lin Shuangshuang said that the prescription would never reach the hands of Right Minister Su Changgong.

Instead, it will fall into the hands of Left Prime Minister Li Mingsi. These two people have always been bitter enemies. It seems that Lin has already reserved a hand.

As for who chose the Hai family, it is self-evident.

Su Changgong didn't know about the prescription at all, nor did he know about the Hai family.

Choosing the Hai family was just Song Minghao's smart choice.

"Then when do you plan to write to the Prime Minister and mention the existence of my Hai family and the prescription?"

Song Minghao smiled, the more anxious Hai Zhenhua is, the easier it is to take advantage of him.

"Mr. Hai, you are too impatient. We must achieve something first before we can show our face in front of the Prime Minister."

"We haven't done anything yet, so it's not appropriate to rush to take credit now."

Hai Zhenhua was obviously relieved. He had not ventilated with Su Xiang yet. By the time he did, the prescription had been passed to the emperor through Zuo Xiang.

This is just right. It seems that Lin has calculated all this. This woman is really not simple.

Although he is in the countryside, he can influence the affairs of the court.

Hai Zhenhua nodded: "I am too impatient, or you are more considerate."

"Indeed, we should make some achievements first before mentioning my Hai family's affairs to the Prime Minister."

"Then let's follow your master's plan. My Hai family is responsible for treating illnesses and rescuing people, and your master is responsible for issuing orders and maintaining order."

Song Minghao smiled: "Hahaha, I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Sir, I have a suggestion that I don't know whether to make or not."

"Master Hai just says it doesn't matter."

"When you send people to sneak into Hegou Village, can you also let some people from my Hai family sneak in?"

"In addition, some rice grains will be distributed to each of the villagers who are infected."

Song Minghao frowned: "Why is this?"

"People are going to die anyway, so why waste rice?"

"My lord, this is to make things go more smoothly."

"Although those who are infected will die soon, the desire to live that emerges from dying people is terrifying."

"When you actually order them to be driven to Hegou Village, will they still not know that you mean to let them fend for themselves?"

"But who can be willing to wait for death?"

"If those people have thoughts of perishing together and cause chaos everywhere, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"So, I think it's better for us to change our name."

"Just say that they are temporarily detained in Hegou Village to better control the plague. The court will distribute rice to them regularly and send doctors to treat them."

"Lock them up just to prevent more people from being infected."

"This way they will definitely not resist, and the Lord and the Hai family can still leave a good reputation for kindness..."

Song Minghao listened to Hai Zhenhua's words and said with a smile: "Mr. Hai is still thoughtful. I am too young."

"The method is a good one, but I am in a dilemma. There is not a grain of grain left in the yamen's granary."

"The water was distributed not long ago, and the food has long been..."

"Sir, our Hai family is willing to contribute part of it. In addition, we can also find businessmen to raise donations."

Song Minghao snorted coldly: "Huh, those businessmen are the most cunning. They won't donate a grain of rice if there is no profit."

"I have an idea, right?"

"There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death. The plague is raging, and the rich are more afraid of death than the poor."

"As long as the Hai family releases it, we have the magic medicine to prevent the plague, and we are not afraid that they will not rush to buy it."

"When the time comes we don't need money, just food..."

Song Minghao hesitated for a moment: "Master Hai, isn't he afraid of offending those businessmen?"

"If they find out that you give it to the people for free but charge high prices for money from businessmen, they..."

"What are you afraid of? In the future, my Hai family will go to the capital with this big ship. Who cares about these small traders?"

"Even if they can't go to the capital, those businessmen don't dare to do anything."

"After all, everyone will get sick, and no one will offend the doctor for a small amount of money, unless he thinks his life is too long..."

Song Minghao looked at Hai Zhenhua's proud look and couldn't help but laugh. He was a miracle doctor. He did have arrogance.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

"It seems that I found you in the right person."

Hai Zhenhua asked again: "Sir, have you chosen the person you are going to send to monitor the Lin family?"

"After all, it's a plague den. I'm afraid no one will want to go in."

"I am troubled by this. The yamen does not have enough manpower, and it is such a fatal job. Naturally, no one is willing to do it."

"If the head of the Hai family is willing to help, that would be great."

Hai Zhenhua readily agreed: "The Hai family is naturally willing to contribute. After all, this is a job assigned by the Prime Minister, and there cannot be any mistakes."

"I hope Mr. Song will speak kindly to the Hai family in front of the Prime Minister in the future."

Song Minghao looked at the old man's eagerness to achieve success, and felt disdain in his heart, but he readily agreed.