Rebirth of Buddhism

Fu Zhiyu sent Imperial Physician Chen away, and stayed in that room to read the files.

Yuan Jiangxing was also there, and he asked his soldiers to pack up the two boxes of things in the medical hall, and helped him carry them back, and then went back to the inner room lightly, and asked: "I just said that I would go to various places in the south of the Yangtze River to see Are you serious about this?"

"Of course I'm serious. Is there any lies in this matter?" Fu Zhiyu looked up at him, "After I finish reading this volume, I will set off the day after tomorrow. I won't go so far and pick a village near Luanzhou That is.

I don't plan to bring many people, it's best to go alone, so I didn't tell my uncle, otherwise, when the people see this mighty group of people, it's too late to panic, where can they see what I want to see? "

Yuan Jiangxing frowned, and before he could say "no, it's dangerous", Fu Zhiyu answered first: "Don't worry about it, uncle, nothing will happen. I've already decided , that’s it for this matter, we won’t discuss this anymore.”

Yuan Jiangxing is not the kind of parent who overprotects his cubs, he is a general after all, and he is not so fussy. Seeing what Fu Zhiyu said, he didn't object any more.

He just bowed his head and poured him a cup of hot tea, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't make yourself too tired, take your time."

Fu Zhiyu went back to look at his file again, nodded to show that he knew, and he was indeed thirsty, so he took a sip of the tea that Yuan Jianghang made for him.

"What is this?" He frowned after taking a sip, "It's so bitter."

Yuan Jiangxing took a sip himself, and said: "It's the dew before the rain, a famous tea in the south of the Yangtze River. You may not be used to it because you don't drink much. This tea is slightly bitter in the mouth, but it has a long aftertaste and a rich and dense fragrance. I see you I made it for you after being too tired during this time. Why, don’t you like it? I’ll make you another one next time.”

After a while, Fu Zhiyu felt that bit of sweetness on the tip of his tongue, and the fragrance of tea came out, but when he heard this, he felt something was wrong.

He looked at the tea in his hand, with a puzzled look on his face: "I've drank 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 delivered the tea last time said that it was the best, and there was only a little bit left.

Yuan Jiangxing was also puzzled: "This is the top one. It was given to me by Jiang Wen. Which one do you drink?"

Fu Zhiyu stopped talking. Although he usually drinks tea, he doesn't like it. Unlike Yuanjianghang, he can tell whether it's top-notch or not.But even if he doesn't like it anymore, he knows in his heart that the cup of "Rain Before Dew" in front of him is not the same thing as the "Rain Before Dew" he drank last time.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Jiangxing saw that his expression was not right, "What's the problem?"

Fu Zhiyu shook his head, but didn't say anything immediately.

This matter can be big or small. After all, this tea is something imported. Whether a servant who delivered tea was talking nonsense and shoddy it, or just deliberately gave it to him, it is difficult to say clearly, but at that time after drinking the pot of tea , he did feel a lot more comfortable.

Fu Zhiyu recalled what happened at that time, and also remembered the servant's voice and back, and suddenly guessed something.

"It's okay," Fu Zhiyu said to Yuan Jiang, "I made a mistake in my memory."

He put down the teacup, and never drank that cup of tea again, but when the servant here came to deliver hot tea after Yuanjiang left, Fu Zhiyu stared at him for a while, and then asked: "Since I came here, it's all about you." Are you in charge of delivering the tea?"

The servant didn't expect the master to talk to him, so he knelt on the side in fright, almost knocked over the teapot, and said tremblingly: "Returning to the lord, my mother was sick a while ago, and I had no choice but to rush to take care of the sickness. I just came back the day before yesterday." Yes. There are five tea servants in this mansion, and they usually take turns to be on duty."

"On weekdays, what kind of tea do you make for me?"

"When you go back to your lord, you usually make the best Biluochun tea. If any lord needs it, there are also Pu'er, Longjing, Yunwu and other teas in the house. It depends on your preference."

"The dew before the rain... is there?"

"Go back to the lord, there is no tea in Yuqianlu mansion, the former prefect didn't like this tea, so he didn't prepare it."

"It's all right," Fu Zhiyu saw that he was so frightened, his voice trembled behind him, and he actually had a guess in his heart, just to confirm it.I looked at his figure and appearance carefully again, and it was very different from the last time.

"Go down, I'm just asking casually."

Hearing this, the servant breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the master was not about to apologise, so he quickly withdrew.

On this side, Imperial Physician Chen transferred Qian Manguan's gift from Fu Zhiyu, and he didn't intend to avoid suspicion. He took the horse team and put the box directly in the lobby of the medical clinic. Everyone who came and went saw them all.

The next day, the medical center opened as usual, but a large shed was erected in front of the door.

"Zhao Wang Rende, specially set up a medicine shed in this medical center, free medicine, three days in a row, no matter men, women, old or young, can come and get it!"

In the early spring, the weather is still cold, and it is easy to catch a cold during this period, and the medical center treats most of these patients during this period.

Now a medicine shed has been set up, and patients can come to receive medicine for free. Even those who are healthy and safe can come to the medicine shed to ask for a bowl of hot ginger soup.

If a child comes, the medicine shed will give a piece of sweet ginger candy, the elderly will have ginseng tea to replenish their vitality, and those who are temporarily unable to eat when they encounter difficulties, the medicine shed will also give them rice porridge.

At the beginning, because there were too many people, the scene was a bit chaotic for a while, but the medical center saved many people, and many people who lived nearby came to help maintain order, and things got better in the afternoon.

"Come one by one, don't worry, there are all of them."

"It doesn't matter if you don't get it today, there will be more tomorrow."

"..."

After hearing about this, Fu Zhiyu felt that he had done a good job. He originally planned to go down to Luanzhou to have a look today, and in the morning he made a detour to the shop in front of the medical hall to have a look.

"The medicinal materials for wind-cold medicine are limited, and the amount has been determined at that time. Three days is just right, if there is more, it will be unsustainable," Imperial Physician Chen said to him, "But ginger soup and rice porridge can be used again. "

Fu Zhiyu had no objection: "Do as you want. If you don't have enough money, you can ask me for it."

"Enough is enough, the Qian family gave me a lot," Chen Taiyi said, "In a few days, when the weather gets hotter, we can make it again and distribute some heat-relieving tea or something."

When Fu Zhiyu left the medical hall, he lifted the curtain and took a look.

It's still early, but the queue is already very long. Although some people come here with the intention of not taking advantage of the advantages, there are also many ragged people in the queue. A bowl of ginger soup and a bowl of rice Porridge is not worth much, but for many people, it is already a rare gift.

When Qian Manguan received the news, his impression of Fu Zhiyu was refreshed.

The four families have actually done such things as porridge shops, and they are not so unkind to earn a reputation, but Qian Manguan knows that this kind of thing is just a drop in the bucket.

But he also knew that after such a long time, Fu Zhiyu hadn't found a new prefect of Luanzhou. Instead, he went to the government to read the files every day. With this posture, he saw what he was going to do.

The Jiangnan King who didn't care about anything in the future probably no longer exists.

Thinking of this, he sighed and cleaned up the mess in his hands.

As for the matter of the Deng family, Qian Manguan acted faster than anyone else.

As soon as he got the medicine, he went to Deng's house immediately.

Now that he has decided to do it, Qian Manguan is not polite, he not only intends to blackmail, but also blackmails with confidence.

"Your Deng family are ruthless and ungrateful. I have been working hard outside, and you are still making trouble!" Qian Manguan is full of confidence, not to mention that Deng Qian is not here now. Facing this family, he naturally has a crushing fighting power. The whole family couldn't lift their heads up, "If this is the case, then we will settle the accounts clearly as brothers. I have spent so much effort on this antidote, you have to pay for it!"

Deng Jinghe sat in the back, lowered his head and said nothing. As a bastard, it was understandable for him not to stand in front at this time.

How could this be?

With a gloomy face, he glanced at Qian Manguan who was domineering in the lobby, and thought of that person again.

In fact, Deng Jinghe didn't see Fu Zhiyu very often. The first time he saw Fu Zhiyu was in Yuanlu's shop, and the second time he saw him at the sacrificial ceremony. He always remembered each time deeply.

When he met him for the first time, he felt that the King of Jiangnan was a vase, so he wanted someone to lock him up at home and raise him well, only for himself and not for others to see, but his status was too high. For Deng Jinghe, it is difficult to achieve.

At that time, Deng Jinghe knew about the actions of Deng Qian's sacrificial priest for a long time. He even deliberately contributed to the flames, thinking that the man would fall from a high place, and one day in the future, sooner or later, he would really fall into his hands. The idea that pops up may not be realized one day.

But what he didn't expect was that Fu Zhiyu had hidden too many things.

I won't talk about the previous things, but this is also the case.

Where did Qian Manguan get the medicine?It was obviously given by Fu Zhiyu.

Deng Jinghe deliberately urged Deng Lang to do the matter of the coachman. Deng Lang is Deng Qian's son, but he was too well protected since he was a child, so he couldn't deal with these things at all. Deng Jinghe's envoy persuaded him to come back, saying that it was a lesson learned by the Qian family, and it was useless to beg him.

Next, he sent the coachman to Deng Lang and taught him to kidnap Fu Zhiyu.From the beginning to the end, Deng Jinghe never showed his face, and Deng Lang never thought that his most trusted housekeeper was already Deng Jinghe's person.

Deng Lang patted his head and thought about it, and felt that it was right to do so. The kidnapping was successful. In order to save his life, King Zhao would naturally hand over the antidote. When Dad woke up, everything would be easy to handle.If it didn't work, the coachman also agreed, and would say that it was done by the Qian family and had nothing to do with the Deng family, so it could be said that it was safe.

But Deng Jinghe knew that the possibility of this kidnapping being successful was basically zero. Deng Lang didn't know about the incense burner.

Deng Jinghe just didn't want to wake Deng Qian up, he'd better stay in a coma until he died, and Deng Lang wasn't anything to be afraid of, as long as he used some tricks, sooner or later this huge family business would be handed over to him in a dignified manner, and the shopkeeper below fled He likes to hear about the fire in the backyard. Losing some money is nothing. Deng Lang can't handle it. This matter is handled by Deng Jinghe. His right to speak at home has naturally expanded a lot.