Chapter 6
Qingyun was truly at her wits' end with this princess; her brain was practically spinning. Forgetting all about whether her lowly status allowed her to touch her, she quickly pulled Song Chaoyun away and whispered, "Have you seen a doctor?"
Song Chaoyun's face darkened even further. "You're just spouting nonsense. If the doctor were useful, why would I bother looking for you!" Tears welled in her eyes. She dismissed the other servants and knelt by the bedside, tightly holding the little maid's hand. "Chaohua, Chaohua, don't scare your sister. Please don't cough anymore."
Qingyun then realized that Song Chaoyun's nervousness towards a mere maid was completely out of character. She hadn't expected the person in bed to be her sister. Without further ado, Qingyun quickly explained the treatment plan provided by the system.
"There's hope! There's hope! When did I say there was no hope? As long as you take Yinqiao Jiedu Pills for a few days and recover, you can take Shenmai Drink and Huangqi Jianzhong Decoction to replenish Qi and nourish Yin. You can be saved!"
Upon hearing this, Song Chaoyun turned around abruptly as if grasping at a lifeline, and asked suspiciously, "Really?" Then she thought of something else, "But what you're saying isn't recorded in any medical records. How should the medicine be used? What medicinal materials are needed?"
Qingyun nodded and said seriously, "Really? Find someone to come over and I'll copy down the prescription."
Song Chaoyun wiped away her tears, not minding Qingyun's hasty self-address, and hurriedly asked someone to bring paper and pen.
Honeysuckle, forsythia, mint, catnip...
Song Chaoyun took the prescription and handed it to the doctor to look at it again. After confirming that there were no poisonous herbs in it, he felt relieved and asked someone to get the medicine.
Qingyun: ...Is it possible for people to have good trust with each other anymore?
However, just to be on the safe side, she decided to do something. She told Song Chaoyun and the others to go out first. To cure the illness, she needed her exclusive secret plan, but it couldn't be revealed to outsiders or seen by others. Song Chaoyun hesitated for a moment, but when she thought that Qingyun really wouldn't do anything, she reluctantly left.
Qingyun chuckled and took out a syringe. It wasn't a secret plan; if someone saw her taking out such a large syringe, she felt she'd be mistaken for an assassin and dragged out to be beheaded as a warning... Actually, she was also in pain. She had overspent and exchanged for two doses of antibiotics, each costing 100 points, which would mean she'd have to pay back 400 points in the future!
Moreover, there were still points for the ointment that hadn't been settled. Luckily, the system still had some humanity and didn't force her to return the points, otherwise she would have been in real trouble.
It's likely that he drank unclean water, which weakened his already fragile body. The mosquito bite exacerbated his condition, making it quite serious. Qingyun wasn't comfortable just giving him a few heat-clearing and detoxifying pills.
The gleaming silver needle slowly pierced the skin. The person on the bed seemed to feel discomfort, frowning and looking pained. Qingyun quickened her movements, only stopping when all the antibiotics had been injected. As soon as she put away the syringe and looked up, she saw a pair of large eyes staring at her, seemingly having been watching for quite some time.
Qingyun: ...
Song Chaohua tried her best to suppress her cough, took Qingyun's hand, and asked softly, "What did you just put... cough cough... into my body? Poison?"
"No, no, no! It's not that! This servant was ordered to treat you, and Her Highness the Princess agreed." She felt guilty. Although she was just a young girl and was sick and weak, her tone was quite intimidating, just like her sister.
Song Chaohua chuckled, letting out a snort, and continued, "That thing of yours looks quite strange; I've never seen it before."
Qingyun knelt on the ground, but straightened up upon hearing this. "It's a family secret recipe, and the utensils used were made by my father. I find it quite amazing."
The room was filled with flickering candlelight, casting a long shadow of Qingyun. A painting of flowers and birds hung on the wall, and a bright, soft carpet covered the floor. Hanging from the white bed canopy were strings of small animals and flowers carved from various gemstones, which looked both whimsical and luxurious.
Is this what rich people are like?
Qingyun didn't dare to look up, but she couldn't help but complain in her heart. The faint sandalwood incense rose from the incense burner. At this moment, the silence was unsettling. Song Chaohua was silent for a moment, making Qingyun feel uneasy while kneeling. She couldn't help but steal a glance at the other party and saw that the other party was staring blankly at the ceiling. As if she noticed the gaze, she turned back. Qingyun was caught red-handed and quickly lowered her head guiltily.
"Your secret recipe is indeed effective; the pain in my body has really lessened." She rubbed her head, feeling deeply exhausted. She waved her hand twice, signaling Qingyun that she could leave. "I want to sleep a little longer. Tell my sister not to come in and disturb me either."
"Yes." Qingyun replied softly, feeling a great weight lifted off her shoulders.
When he came out, he saw Song Chao resting with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound, he immediately opened his tired eyes and asked, "How is it?"
"The master has already gone to bed and you don't need to go in."
Song Chaoyun insisted on seeing it before she could feel at ease. When she returned, Qingyun was no longer there. The little eunuch draped a cloak over her shoulders and said, "Why did she leave on her own when I didn't even call her away?"
Upon hearing this, the young eunuch lightly slapped himself and said with a forced smile, "Please forgive me, Master. She asked earlier, but since you were going to see Lord Song later, I told her to go back." He hunched over, "It's a dark night, and it's troublesome for us to call her here at this hour."
A soft chuckle escaped Song Chaoyun's lips, but she didn't scold the little eunuch for acting on his own initiative. "You've certainly considered everything thoroughly. If next time I don't tell her to leave, you'd better keep her here." With that, she picked up the small purse from the table. "Let's go."
Qingyun asked for two antibiotics, one of which was for Lin Wanjun. After giving her the prepared explanation, she went back to rest after the injection and slept until dawn. Then she carried her hoe and farm tools back to the sand dunes to plant trees. When the foreman saw her take four steamed buns from the basket, his shrewd eyes narrowed slightly as he looked her up and down. "You can actually eat four refined flour steamed buns? That really surprises me."
The steamed bun was tossed into the air, rolled once, and then landed steadily in its owner's hand. Qingyun took a big bite, a smile playing on her lips. "Hard work, of course I eat a lot." She put the bun into her small food bag, shook the water bottle in her hand, and gestured to the waiter next to her to fill it up.
From afar, several rows of donkey carts could be seen on the sand dunes. A group of young major generals dressed in dark black uniforms were registering entries in their ledgers. Qingyun, biting into a steamed bun, looked closely and realized that the donkey carts were loaded with wheat stalks and rice straw.
[I didn't expect Song Junwu to actually take this to heart.] She hadn't seen him for so many days and thought he had forgotten about it.
Song Junwu stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the haystack, discussing something with his men. He was stern and serious, exuding a murderous aura that was truly intimidating. The criminals around him stopped joking and playing around as usual.
Seeing Qingyun arrive, Song Junwu waved his men away and walked towards her, "Why are you only arriving now?"
A strong wind suddenly blew up, and only after the wind stopped did we realize that a few grains of sand had stuck to the surface of the steamed buns.
"Damn it," Qingyun cursed inwardly, casually brushing off the sand and gravel. He decided not to eat it, putting it in his food bag before saying miserably, "My lord, yesterday at dawn the princess took me to her residence, and when she let me go back, she said I could sleep in a little longer this morning..."
Upon hearing this, Song Junwu didn't say anything more. "What should we do now? I've already sent you all the materials."
Qingyun pointed to the people behind him, looking expectantly, "Are those generals here to help too?"
Song Junwu nodded, "That's natural."
"Great! Many hands make light work." Qingyun shouted energetically before walking over to the haystack and starting to make it one-to-one from the information collected by the system. She first twisted the wheat straw and rice straw into a strip, "and then weave it like this," she said, demonstrating to the man next to her.
"Then lay them out alternately on the sand, one meter by one..." She suddenly stopped, thinking that ancient people wouldn't understand modern calculation methods, and asked the system in her mind how the Chinese feet of this dynasty were calculated.
System: [Honey, one meter is approximately equal to three feet~]
Looking back at Song Junwu, there was nothing unusual; he was still engrossed in weaving. Qingyun coughed a few times before continuing, "Three feet by three feet, arrange them like this, the height should be roughly like this." She demonstrated, making sure everyone around understood, before continuing, "After that, plant ice grass here..."
"What is ice grass?" Song Junwu asked.
How should I put it? [System! Does this dynasty have something called ice grass?] As if she had just remembered something, she quickly asked, having forgotten that she had a system as a cheat.
System: [No, host, you're about to give yourself away...]
[Damn it! You're about to be exposed! Why do I feel like you're gloating?] Qingyun shouted in her mind, then quickly added, "This servant once saw in an ancient book that this thing is also called barley grass. It's very easy to grow, and it can also be used as a fattening agent. It's also very palatable and suitable for livestock."
As she spoke, she watched the man's reaction, feeling incredibly guilty. "The army needs to raise horses, and planting this grass can solve the feed problem and also help stabilize the sand, achieving the best of both worlds."
Song Junwu stood up, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, as he seriously considered Qingyun's words. "Since you saw it in a book, do you know which country the seeds of this grass come from and where it grows?"
Qingyun's small eyes darted around aimlessly. After a while, she grinned and said awkwardly, "This herb is said to be found only deep in the desert. Even the seeds that the author of this book brought back were unfortunately lost. If we want to find it, it will probably take some effort."
"I'm not afraid of the effort. As long as this thing exists and can work, I'll find it no matter how difficult it is." Song Junwu said with a serious expression and a determined look in his eyes. He patted the sand off his hands. "I'll send people to search for it tomorrow."
Waaah! Heavens above, I was just kidding! I originally planned to go out myself and then lie that I found the grass seeds, but if I really sent people into the desert to look for something that doesn't exist, and someone lost their life because of it, how could I bear the responsibility!
"No...no." Qingyun reached out to stop Song Junwu from giving an order, and suddenly grabbed the other's strong arm. "Wait, no! What I mean is, although these grass seeds are not easy to find, I still have a way!"
Song Junwu's suspicious gaze first fell on Qingyun's hand gripping his arm, then shifted to the other's extremely flustered face. After a long while, he rubbed his temples with a hint of helplessness, "Just say what you have to say."
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