Towards the end of the meal, Lu Qiqi was even worried that Song Yanqing would overeat and make her sick.
Watching him devour the glutinous rice and blood sausage piece after piece, I was unexpectedly struck by a sense of tranquility and peace.
However, in the end, Song Yanqing did not intend to finish the plate. The reason he ate half a plate of glutinous rice blood sausage was firstly because it was made by Lu Qiqi herself, and secondly because he had really hurt his stomach from the greasy braised pork knuckle earlier.
After eating the glutinous rice blood sausage, I felt much better instantly. It would be even better with a cup of bamboo leaf tea.
Lu Qiqi was worried that he would have indigestion from eating too much, so when she saw the plain water in the teapot on the desk, she brewed him a pot of dendrobium tea.
When serving the tea, she even made a reproachful sound, "If you can't finish it, just save it for tomorrow. It's not like anyone's going to steal it from you."
Song Yanqing took the teacup, brought it to his lips and took a sip. The taste was quite different from ordinary tea, and it seemed to have a faint medicinal flavor.
But for some reason, this tea tasted sweet. He said, "What kind of tea is this? The taste is so peculiar!"
Looking at the golden tea soup, Lu Qiqi said, "This is dendrobium, a kind of medicinal material. Using it to boil or brew tea can promote digestion and make food easier to digest."
These few Dendrobium officinale tubers are quite valuable; in an ordinary family, they could probably be exchanged for countless meat buns.
Remembering the important matter, Lu Qiqi rested her chin on her hand and asked, "The army is short of medicinal herbs. What do you plan to do? I heard from Doctor Ren these past two days that the herbs we have counted won't last long."
Song Yanqing said, "This matter is not yet settled, so there is no point in saying more. Please tell Physician Ren that he will come up with a solution as soon as possible."
"Oh." Lu Qiqi didn't get an answer, but she didn't ask any more questions. After all, it wasn't something that could be done just by talking.
Thinking of this, she added, "I once gathered villagers in Heshun Prefecture to grow medicinal herbs, including many for treating colds and injuries."
Providing supplies to all the soldiers might be a bit of a challenge, but it can solve some problems.
However, it's not harvest time yet; we'll have to wait until at least winter.
Upon hearing this, Song Yanqing paused, holding his teacup. He hadn't expected so many things to have happened since he came to the border.
He put down the steaming Dendrobium tea and said softly, "Military pay, provisions, and medicinal herbs are all major problems that cannot be solved overnight, but there will always be a way to solve them."
As evening approached, Lu Qiqi did not linger, as she still needed to send Nineteen to deliver hangover tea to Doctor Luo and Doctor Huang.
To avoid delaying the work of these two old doctors tomorrow.
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The inner quarters of the Wu residence.
"Auntie, why don't we find a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to come to our mansion and take a look? What if it gets worse and worse?"
Xiangling held the clothes that Aunt Xiang had just changed out of, her eyes filled with tears, looking at Aunt Xiang leaning against the bed with heartache.
Aunt Xiang said calmly, "No, the medicine woman's visit to the mansion is no small matter. We absolutely cannot allow anyone to use this as leverage to accuse us of disgracing the General's Mansion."
When a wealthy family fell ill, they would usually consult a doctor they knew well. These doctors were all men, and they would certainly not treat a woman's private ailments.
The traditional Chinese medicine practitioner is different. She is a woman who knows some barefoot medical skills and can also treat patients.
However, they only treat diseases that are difficult to talk about. If this information were spread by someone with ulterior motives, the woman suffering from the disease would naturally not be able to prove it herself, nor would she be able to prove it herself. She would probably be drowned in the spittle of others.
As a concubine, she absolutely could not tarnish the reputation of the General's Mansion. Otherwise, even if the General did not punish her, the First Madam would not let her off the hook!
Xiangling nearly crumpled her skirt into a pulp, anxiously asking, "What should we do?"
There's no way around it.
Aunt Xiang touched her sleeping daughter beside her; her rosy little face was so adorable.
But she would always remember the look on the general's face when he returned to the manor that day and learned that she had given birth to a daughter, as well as the look of disgust on his face regarding the smell of her bed.
He hastily left behind the child's name and never stepped into her room again.
It was as if those kind words had never existed.
Just thinking about the general's disgusted expression made her heart ache, but thankfully she had a daughter.
Even though her body was out of control and she was left with a scar from childbirth, she never regretted it for a moment and gave birth to the child with all her might.
Aunt Xiang stretched out her right index finger and gently tapped the tip of the baby girl's nose with the pad of her finger. She said softly, "Little Lingyue, I don't ask you to be rich and powerful. I only hope that you grow up safely and find a good husband and live a good life."
Seeing her like this, Xiangling couldn't help but shed tears. Today, she went to the kitchen to get fresh vegetables, but was humiliated by the head maid.
These people are adept at changing their tune depending on the wind. When Aunt Xiang was six months pregnant, they wanted to stuff all sorts of good things into the house.
Now that they see that Aunt Xiang has given birth to a girl and is no longer favored by the general, the tide has quickly turned.
They were slow and hesitant to give out the food allotted, so making some nourishing soup for Aunt Xiang was out of the question.
Suddenly, Xiangling remembered something. She was like a person who was extremely thirsty in the desert who had accidentally found a cup of water and couldn't wait to pour it down her throat.
She placed Aunt Xiang's clothes into the copper basin, gently wiped away the tears on her face with a handkerchief, and cried with joy, "Aunt, we can ask Princess Kangle for help!"
Previously, the head of Kang Le Township had said that this difficult disease could be cured after one month.
If there is a way to treat her, even if there is only a sliver of hope, Xiangling wants to fight for her aunt and absolutely cannot let her aunt and young lady suffer endlessly in the future.
She understood all too well the sycophantic and servile nature of these servants.
Xiangling reminded Aunt Xiang of what the head of Kangle Township had said to her that day.
However, Princess Kang Le was in the military camp, and ordinary people could not see her. Moreover, she was deep in the inner quarters, and it was not easy for her to leave the mansion.
Inviting the head of Kang Le Township to his residence is no easy task.
Xiangling rolled her eyes and thought of a plan. "Auntie, since Princess Kangle has come twice, she is a person of her word. Why don't we ask someone to send a letter to Princess Kangle?"
“That’s not appropriate,” Aunt Xiang thought for a moment and then said, “Go and put the koi fish and lotus handkerchief that I embroidered before the New Year into a box, and then ask someone to send it to Kang Le. Just say that it’s something she left at the Wu residence.”
In this way, it would be best if the head of Kang Le Township could remember the agreement made that day when he saw the handkerchief; if he couldn't remember, it wouldn't be considered an intrusion.
Seeing that Aunt Xiang had perked up, Xiangling hurriedly said, "Yes, this servant will go and do it right away."
As Aunt Xiang watched Xiang Ling carry the copper basin away into the distance, she couldn't be sure whether Princess Kangle would come. After all, as a concubine, and now disliked by the general, there was really no need for her to come.
But in her heart, she still hoped that she could come. For some reason, she always felt that the Princess of Kang Le had the shadow of an acquaintance.
She wasn't sure, though, since social status was insurmountable and the child couldn't possibly become the village head.
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