Qin Qianluo was enjoying her meal when she heard a loud commotion ahead. Listening carefully but not understanding, she asked, "001, what are they arguing about?"

As soon as the sound came out, everyone subconsciously lowered their voices and pricked up their ears to listen.

"Luo Bao, there are refugees appearing in Jiangnan. Wasn't there a flood a few days ago?"

Qin Qianluo paused, recalling the events of the past few days, and asked, "After a great flood, there is always a plague. Do the refugees carry the plague?"

"Some of the lost treasures have already caused many deaths."

"What are the symptoms? Is it too late for me to research a prescription now?"

"Don't worry, Luo Bao, I have a prescription here, but I don't know the specific symptoms."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed. The Emperor quickly gave the imperial physician a signal, and the physician stepped forward to report the matter. After listening, Qin Qianluo asked 001, "Is there a corresponding prescription?"

"Yes, yes, I'll give it to you after the court session. You can just give the treasure directly to Uncle Qin."

"That's good"

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces lit up with joy. Young Master Qin was truly a lucky star. Prime Minister Qin straightened his back, beaming with pride, which made everyone grit their teeth in disbelief.

"Luo Bao, there's also a problem with the disaster relief food. A lot of it has been withheld at each level, and there isn't enough food to go to the disaster area."

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo's eyes turned icy for a moment. "These damned corrupt officials, they dare embezzle any kind of grain! I do have grain, but how am I supposed to get it out? What am I supposed to say if someone asks where it came from? How am I supposed to give the Emperor high-yield grain seeds? Is the Emperor stupid? Can't he just send people directly to the disaster area? Distributing it layer by layer is such a waste of time, and it gets embezzled too."

The Emperor's face darkened slightly. Prime Minister Qin wiped away the cold sweat that had appeared on his face. Although he felt that Luo'er was right, the Ministry of Revenue's eyes lit up. High-yield grain varieties! Everyone looked at each other. The Emperor thought for a moment and decided to send the Minister of Revenue as an imperial envoy to lead the imperial physicians and grain to the disaster area for relief. He gave the order, and the Minister of Revenue and the imperial physicians accepted the mission.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo thought, "Thank goodness, he's not a fool. Is this Minister of Revenue trustworthy?"

The Minister of Revenue trembled as he wiped his forehead, and everyone else waited for 001's answer.

"Luo Bao, the Minister of Revenue is alright. Although he's a bit old-fashioned, he has the country and its people at heart, he's loyal to the emperor and loves his country, he's a good official. It's just that his way of dealing with people is too rigid, which makes him unlikable."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and some were envious. The Minister of Revenue had been praised and would be more valued in the future. The Minister of Revenue proudly raised his head. So what if he was old-fashioned? I am a good official, certified by Lord Qin.

"That's good. This time the grain will reach the people. But how am I going to get these high-yield seeds out? If I say it was a message from a celestial being in a dream, would that be believable?"

Everyone nodded, "We'll believe you if you say so!" The Emperor's face flushed with excitement, "High-yield grain variety!"

"They should believe it, Luo Bao. Why don't you give it a try? Or you could say it was sold by a traveling merchant."

"Alright, I'll talk to Father about it when I go out sometime. No rush, let me give Father the prescription for treating the plague today."

The Emperor and the others exclaimed, "We're anxious! Of course we're anxious! Those are high-yield grain varieties! Although the remedy for the plague is equally important!" Everyone looked at Prime Minister Qin, who nodded slightly, indicating he would act quickly. The others were relieved.

Qin Qianluo then remembered several ancient medical books in the study, books she had read in her previous life. In her past life, she enjoyed studying these in her spare time and had collected quite a few medical books. So she asked 001, "001, could my medical books be given to the imperial physicians for research, so they could benefit the people?"

"Luo Bao, that's fine. I'll find you a few skilled imperial physicians so those medical books won't go to waste. They're rare copies you painstakingly found, and I brought them here with great difficulty; we can't let them go to waste."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll just make a copy. There's a printer."

The imperial physicians' eyes lit up—a rare book! They were itching to curry favor, but were stopped by the crowd. The crowd gestured for them to be more reserved. The morning court session concluded after the selection of the physicians for disaster relief in Jiangnan. Everyone returned to their posts to handle their own affairs. Qin Qianluo and her father returned to the Prime Minister's residence. She connected the system to the computer, printed out the prescription, and, while the guards and servants were away, tossed it into Prime Minister Qin's study. Seeing her father pick it up, she returned to her courtyard with peace of mind. With a thought, she entered her spatial dimension, preparing to train.

When the Qin family members entered, they were startled to see Qin Qianluo suddenly disappear before their eyes. After the guards appeared and explained, the Qin family members were relieved and returned to their own courtyards. It seemed that they would not be able to see Luo'er exercising. Qin Jiyuan was extremely curious, wondering if he could exercise with his little sister. He scratched his head and thought hard.