Chapter 1518 Calculation

In the evening, when Zhou Shuren came back and said that the emperor agreed with Zhezi's proposal, Zhulan frowned, "I will arrange for Zhuangzi's children to go to the mountain to collect medicinal materials."

When these medicinal materials are sold, they will all be replaced into pills for storage. There are more children, and the medicines are in short supply.

Zhou Shuren said in a regretful tone, "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. These children will go where they should go when they are old, and they really don't have the energy to manage the land that has been reclaimed. "The medicinal materials need to be processed, and you need to hire a master who can process the medicinal materials."

"I originally wanted to train some children to make medicinal materials, and the master has already found them."

"That's good. When the pharmacy opens, we will buy a lot of medicinal materials."

Zhulan sighed faintly, "Even if you open a pharmacy, the main people who sell it are foreigners and wealthy families. Ordinary people still can't afford ready-made pills, and they still don't want to see a doctor when they get sick."

Zhou Shuren, "The court is doing a good job now."

Zhulan admits that, in ancient times, the imperial court did a good job, training many doctors over the years.

Zhulan didn't talk about the pharmacy anymore, they were just giving ideas, the rest of the operation was the emperor's business, the court has a lot of talents, as long as the method is given, it will be gradually perfected.

Zhu Lan, "I don't know if Rong Chuan received Ming Teng or not."

Zhou Shuren counted the days, "Should have received it."

The guess was accurate. Rong Chuan saw Ming Teng at noon today. Ming Teng was injured and his left arm was tied. Fortunately, he was not injured in other places, only his arm was slightly broken.

After eating in the evening, Rong Chuan had a good rest. He got out of the tent and went straight to the seat where Ming Teng was sitting. He sat down and looked at Ming Teng's injured arm, feeling angry, "You are getting more and more courageous. You are not allowed to deal with such a big matter." He didn't even discuss it with me, so he dared to use his tricks."

Ming Teng grimaced, "Little uncle, you have said it many times, I know I was wrong."

Rong Chuan was so angry that his chest hurt, "Do you know how I live these days?"

Ming Teng lowered his head knowing his mistake, he knew that he almost didn't recognize him when they met at noon, the little uncle was too haggard, his eyes were so red that it was frightening, and he fell asleep leaning on him without saying a word.

Rong Chuan's tone softened, "You still don't think about things."

Ming Teng felt guilty, it was true that he didn't think well, at that time he planned to leave no one to report, and he didn't expect the avalanche to be so serious, he thought that the plan was to sleep for a day or two to give his little uncle a reason to rectify the grassland tribe, but he didn't expect that the snow mountain would be difficult to get out, Let the little uncle worry, and let the family in Beijing worry.

Rong Chuan also blamed himself,

"It's also my fault. I started bloody suppression when I went to the grassland, and I won't become more and more passive, and I won't fuel the arrogance of the tribe. I tried again and again, and finally focused on you, causing you to take risks in order to change the status quo. "

Ming Teng raised his head, "Uncle, I can't blame you, your idea is not wrong."

Rong Chuan raised his hand, "It's indeed my fault that I didn't understand the deep-rooted hatred before I went to the battlefield. I have already written a note to return to Beijing. You are injured. When we go back, you can also go back to Beijing."

Ming Teng was unwilling to leave, "Little uncle, I will stay and help you."

"No, you can go back to Beijing with peace of mind."

It was the first time that Ming Teng saw his uncle's tone so strong, and he opened his mouth. This errand changed his uncle a lot, and his heart hardened.

Rong Chuan missed Xuehan and the child, "You should go back and visit your sister-in-law more. After all, the news of your safety should have come to Beijing."

Ming Teng exhaled, and then blamed himself. He really didn't think about it. If something happened to his family, he would be restless for the rest of his life, and he felt like returning home.

The next day, Zhulan had to deal with the orphanage, and when Mrs. Qi came, Zhulan took the post from Mrs. Qi, "Is Ran Xun finally getting married?"

Mrs. Qi, "Yes, hey, if the eldest son hadn't happened, Ran Xun would have gotten married by now."

Zhulan knew that Ran Xun was imprisoned in Ran's mansion when she returned to Beijing, and she brought back the pregnant Tongfang, she was really afraid that something would happen, she really gave birth to a son, how could the woman not be angry.

Zhulan put down the post, "Ran Xun is a blessing in disguise. I heard from Ran Wan that Ran Xun can finally calm down."

"If he doesn't meditate, he won't be saved."

Zhulan asked, "That child?"

The Qi family will not keep him by his side, there is a difference between his wife and concubine, and he said after silence: "The child went to the Zhuangzi with his mother, and it is up to Mrs. Ran Xun's wish to pick him up or not."

Zhulan, "Don't frown, it will be a happy day in a few days."

Qi's heart was bitter, and her family felt in a mess. The eldest daughter-in-law and the eldest grandson's wife were arguing fiercely. At such an advanced age, she was not only worried about the eldest family, but also about her grandson's marriage. "I really envy you."

Zhulan smiled and didn't answer. Many people envied her, and that's what she got in return. She gave her daughter-in-law sincerely, gave her freedom and respect, and her daughter-in-law naturally respected and filially her.

In Zhoujia Village, Jiang Miao had a severe headache, and Mu Fan came in with soup, "Drink some soup, it will make my stomach feel better."

Jiang Miao shook her head, and was supported by her husband, "Why did you come back so early?"

Seeing that his wife really didn't want to drink, Mu Fan didn't force him, "It's getting into trouble again. I'm just an unpopular grandson. There are many descendants of the Dong family. It's not my turn to worry about it. I'll see my mother and come back."

His mother didn't want to stay in the Dong family either, but she couldn't, she was the daughter of the Dong family's prostitute, and her aunt hadn't come back, so she couldn't leave.

Jiang Miao, "You said that grandpa has separated, what else do they have to fight about?"

Mu Fan, "A few uncles know that the property has been divided, and they have accumulated it for too long. No one can hold back when grandpa is gone. They don't want to wait for an explosion."

Jiang Miao shook her head, fortunately there were many people around her yesterday, of course no one dared to spread to her side, but there was a fight yesterday and the Dong family lost their lord.

Mu Fan pushed the fruit plate to his wife, "Uncle can solve it if he really wants to, but I don't want to solve it when I look at him. I wish there would be more trouble, so that he can completely cut off contact with Jifang."

"If you put it this way, there is indeed such a plan. Where is Dong Zhan?"

Mu Fan, "Dong Zhan should be locked up by my uncle. First, I am afraid that Dong Zhan will be injured. Second, I am afraid that Dong Zhan will promise something. I guess my grandfather must have asked Dong Zhan to promise something. My uncle is not willing, so I just think about it once." It's done."

Jiang Miao didn't want to pay attention to Dong's family anymore. Her third uncle was principled, and third aunt was not very close to Dong's family. Looking at her husband's attitude, she would have less contact with Dong's family in the future.

The capital, the imperial palace, the emperor said that he wanted to set up a medicine shop. Based on the prescriptions of the imperial hospital, most of the medicines made were exported in the name of the imperial court, and a small part was sold in the controlled medical halls, and private medicines were also collected. Some off-the-shelf prescriptions.

The last one is not easy, it is still a matter of inheritance, and some doctor's prescriptions are secrets.

Anyone can tell if it's a good job or a job with a lot of oil and water.

The ministers in the study became wary of each other, some wanted to plan for themselves, and some wanted to plan for their own children.

Zhou Shuren's eyes seemed to fall on Mr. Qi's body, his fingertips were hidden in the official sleeves, and his fingers were twirling.

Lord Qi's eyes were bright, this was an opportunity, and he couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

The corners of Zhou Shuren's mouth slightly turned up when he heard it, and soon fell back.