On her way to the medicine tent, Lu Qiqi's feet sank into the snow, her shoes getting mostly wet and her skirt getting stained with snow and mud.
A chill ran from her feet throughout her body, causing her to wrap her cloak even tighter.
Snowflakes drifted down from above, blanketing the ground in white, and the two quickened their pace noticeably.
During this time, Lu Qiqi remembered something and asked Nineteen, "What's the situation in Dongying now?"
Nineteen quickened his pace and walked to Lu Qiqi's side, saying, "Reporting to the village chief, today someone from the Eastern Camp reported that more than a thousand people in the Eastern Camp have suffered frostbite."
The Crown Prince ordered Imperial Physician Ren to lead a team to treat the patient early in the morning.
Tenth Brother and Ninth Brother have already gone to the border town to collect medicinal herbs.
Gathering medicinal herbs?
It must be a prescription given by Doctor Luo.
Having understood the situation in Dongying, Lu Qiqi frowned slightly.
Previously, it was said that the army camp had prepared winter charcoal and firewood, but it was still not enough to withstand the wind and snow.
The charcoal fire in the tents could not be kept burning indefinitely, lest it cause the soldiers to be poisoned and die in the middle of the night.
It seems we need to think of other solutions, such as adding an insulation layer to the tents.
This also helps to withstand wind and snow, and keeps the temperature inside the tent from dissipating too easily.
Snowflakes fell on the hood and shoulders of the cloak. Lu Qiqi walked into the medicine tent and untied the cloak to let Shijiu shake off the snow.
After the theft of the anesthetic, the doctors in the pharmacy were all replaced, and a shift system proposed by Lu Qiqi was also adopted.
The main focus is on mutual supervision.
A strong medicinal aroma wafted from the west side of the medicine tent. Lu Qiqi turned her head and saw that an opening had been made in the medicine tent to make it easier for the doctor to deliver the medicine.
The doctors in the medicine tent were all engrossed in grinding, pounding, and collecting herbs.
Just as Doctor Yin finished weighing the danshen and was about to weigh the next herb, he looked up and saw Lu Qiqi and Shijiu.
"Lord of the Township".
Upon hearing the sound, the doctors immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed to Lu Qiqi.
Lu Qiqi didn't waste any words and went straight to Doctor Yin.
When Dr. Yin took out the prescription provided by Dr. Luo and handed it to her, she carefully examined it and found no problems.
However, these medicinal materials are mostly used for poultices or decoctions, which is not as convenient as making them into plasters directly.
Afterwards, Lu Qiqi wrote a prescription and handed it to Doctor Yin, asking him to help her get the medicine.
Doctor Yin examined the prescription, pointed out several herbs, and said, "Chief, the Saposhnikovia divaricata, Angelica sinensis, and Spatholobus suberectus you requested are not available in the medicine treasury."
Lu Qiqi said, "It's alright, just prepare all the medicinal herbs you can find first."
Let's take another look at the quantity of these medicinal herbs; I'll need them very much.
Having said that, Doctor Yin naturally complied.
Lu Qiqi replenished the missing medicinal herbs, spending a quarter of an hour in the medicine tent to gather all the herbs she needed.
When Nineteen, carrying the medicinal herbs, followed Lu Qiqi out of the medicine tent, he finally sighed softly, "It wasn't easy!"
Lu Qiqi didn't turn around. She sighed inwardly at how difficult it was to find these medicinal herbs.
It's easy to imagine that even if she managed to make the frostbite ointment, the prerequisite would be that she had a large quantity of medicinal materials prepared.
However, there was no use in her being anxious; Song Yanqing had probably already sent people to raise the funds.
When they were almost at the main tent, Lu Qiqi asked Shijiu to deliver the things to Song Yanqing's tent first, while she went back to her own tent to change her shoes.
She went and returned twice, and by then her shoes were completely soaked, and her feet were almost numb from the cold.
Previously, she would run to Song Yanqing's tent every day. Because the distance was so close and there were often soldiers clearing snow in front of the tent, she didn't notice this.
As soon as she returned to the tent, Lu Qiqi went into her spatial dimension to soak her feet in warm water before changing back into her cotton boots and leaving the tent.
The cotton boots she was wearing were made for her by her third aunt last winter. They were filled with fluffy cotton and were very comfortable to wear.
Thinking about it this way, time really flies!
She traveled from the veterans' village to the border town, and more than half a year has passed.
Given the current situation, I don't know if I'll be able to return to the veterans' village before the new year.
Originally, they planned to return using bamboo paper, but unexpectedly, Gu Shaoqing learned of the news by chance some time ago when he was escorting lime to the border town.
The plan to use bamboo paper to return home was thus thwarted.
When Lu Qiqi entered the tent, Shijiu had already laid out all the medicinal herbs on the table, along with a mortar and pestle for crushing and grinding them.
After bending down to tidy up the scattered fragments of medicinal herbs, Nineteen heard footsteps, straightened up, and took two steps forward. "Village Chief, everything is ready."
Lu Qiqi looked at the things on the table and smiled, "Well done."
She looked around the tent but couldn't find Song Yanqing. "Where's your young master? I haven't seen him."
Nineteen didn't know where the Crown Prince had gone either.
However, he speculated, "The soldiers suffered severe frostbite, so the Crown Prince must have gone to check the defenses of the city walls."
“Never mind him,” Lu Qiqi sat down. “First, crush these three medicinal herbs.”
As she spoke, Lu Qiqi pushed the object towards Nineteen.
Before long, the sound of pounding medicine could be heard outside the tent.
Contrary to what Nineteen had guessed, Song Yanqing went to Yunbian Winery instead.
As winter deepens and the weather cools, the distillery ceases its brewing operations.
Song Yanqing came here to ask the head manager to arrange for a batch of wine to be delivered to the military camp.
Nights in the barracks are tough, but as long as the amount of alcohol is controlled, the soldiers can have a couple of drinks to warm themselves up.
When the head manager learned that Song Yanqing had come to the winery, he put down his work and headed to the secret wine cellar.
Inside the secret room.
The head steward handed a small pot of wine to Song Yanqing, who was sitting in a round-backed chair.
Song Yanqing opened the wine bottle, and a refreshing aroma of wine wafted into his nostrils.
The head steward bowed and smiled, “Your Highness, this is the lychee wine you ordered to be brewed. This year’s lychee harvest was poor, so only three large jars of lychee wine could be transported to the border town.”
The head steward didn't know why the young master was going to such lengths to transport fruit wine from the new capital.
For drinkers, fruit wine is like a snack; it's sweet and fruity, but it doesn't get them drunk at all.
Song Yanqing recalled the pretty face in the military camp and thought to himself, 'She probably couldn't even finish a whole jar of wine.'
Remembering the important matter, Song Yanqing added, "The wine I asked you to prepare earlier, load it onto trucks and deliver it to the three military camps tomorrow."
"yes."
Song Yanqing's visit this time is certainly not something that can be accomplished simply by having someone deliver a message.
The head shopkeeper said, "The eldest prince has been buried in the imperial mausoleum, and the princess consort, overwhelmed with grief, has also passed away."
His Majesty decreed that, considering the deep affection and loyalty between the two, and disregarding the eldest prince's moral failings, they should be buried together.
This was the purpose of Song Yanqing's visit. "I remember the eldest prince has a son. Please send someone to take good care of him."
The Shadow Guards shouldn't interfere in this matter; it might cause trouble.
The head steward replied in a low voice, "Yes, Your Highness."
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