Chapter 236 Did anyone die today?
"Shut up!" The general slammed the table, his eyes full of anger, and shouted, "Don't say such stupid things again! You are a woman with long hair and little knowledge, what do you know!"
Qiu was frightened by the sudden scolding, and her whole body trembled. Her face turned pale and red, but she dared not say a word.
The general felt a little sorry for Qiu being scolded so much that she was as silent as a cicada, so he softened his tone, "Don't always think that others are as foolish as you are. Didn't you praise Concubine Zhao before, saying that she helped Chunrou to vent her anger? Why did your attitude change so quickly now?"
Mrs. Qiu sighed softly, her face full of worry, "I did like her before, and I was grateful that she stood up for Chunrou. But look, sir, there are always troubles around her, and I'm afraid she will implicate Chunrou."
"Master, I am not being silly and foolish. I am really worried about Chunrou. Chunrou is now the emperor's concubine. In this deep palace, what could be more important than getting the emperor's favor?"
Mrs. Qiu wanted to talk but stopped herself. In fact, she had something else in her mind that she hadn't said out loud.
The servant who had delivered the letter had secretly told her that the emperor's mind was now firmly occupied by Bai Wutong.
Although Bai Wutong had a good relationship with Duan Chunrou, and she was pregnant and could not serve the emperor, she did not say a few good words for Duan Chunrou in front of the emperor.
In Qiu's opinion, Concubine Zhao was ultimately worried that Duan Chunrou would gain favor and take away the emperor's preference for her.
If you think about it carefully, among this group of new ladies entering the palace, the only one who has the chance to be favored by the emperor is Duan Chunrou.
The rest either died early or were plain-looking and not pleasing to the emperor's eyes.
On the surface, Concubine Zhao is very caring towards Duan Chunrou and seems to be thinking about her, but in fact, she might be using this to control Duan Chunrou so that she would not dare to compete for the emperor's favor easily.
The general waved his hand, his expression showing exhaustion. "Alright, alright. The emperor's favor is not as easy as you think. Do you think you can get it just by saying it? Let's take care of the things in front of us first. Now Concubine Zhao not only has the crown prince and the second prince by her side, but she is also pregnant again. Chunrou will follow her, at least there will be no disaster in the short term."
As he spoke, the general picked up the brush and carefully copied the prescription, and then carefully kept the original copy written by Bai Wutong. "Ask Erzhuang to find a few people who are sick and send them to the farm in the suburbs. Remember, you must give them the medicine on time and keep a close eye on their condition."
"I understand." Although Mrs. Qiu was dissatisfied, she did not dare to say anything more. She took the prescription and hurried away.
The general lowered his head and continued to work.
In just one hour, everything was ready.
Several sick people were roughly driven onto a horse-drawn carriage, and amid coughing and weak groans, the carriage sped towards a farm in the suburbs.
The burly Er Zhuang stood at the gate of the village, directing everyone.
He took the herbs from the cart and threw them to the servant beside him, "Boil the medicine and give it to them. Watch the effect carefully. If anyone dies, just throw them on the ground and burn them. Don't leave any trouble."
"Yes, I'll do it right away."
After a while, the medicinal soup was ready and the smell of medicine filled the air.
The servant carried the medicine and carefully came to the door of the woodshed.
In the woodshed, coughing sounds were heard one after another.
He put the medicine on the ground and said, "Come out and get the medicine yourself!"
The door opened quickly, and several haggard patients tied with ropes stumbled out.
They rushed to the medicinal soup frantically and drank it in big gulps.
Now, this bowl of medicinal soup is their only hope of survival.
They don't want to die, they want to live!
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The night was as dark as ink, quietly covering the earth, and then quietly retreating without anyone noticing.
The dawn light slowly spread to the world, awakening the sleeping Zhuangzi.
The servant yawned and walked out of the room slowly.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the servant in charge of guarding the door of the woodshed, and asked nonchalantly, "Did anyone die today?"
"No." The servant shook his head and answered simply and crisply.
"No?" The servant frowned slightly, "Isn't it said that if someone is infected with the plague and coughs for less than three days, he will die?"
The servant came closer and whispered, "No one has coughed since midnight yesterday."
"Then they are all dead!"
"No, I went in to check, and the person is still alive and well, and looks much more energetic than yesterday."
The servant's face was full of disbelief. He covered his mouth and nose and approached the woodshed cautiously, "Open the door."
The door of the woodshed slowly opened, and a smell of medicine mixed with a hint of sweat hit me in the face.
The servant was stunned by the scene before him.
Several patients who were so weak and dying yesterday and could only lie in bed groaning, were now sitting together and chatting in high spirits.
"My wife was very stupid. She insisted on marrying me."
"Brother, you are lucky. My wife is simply a tigress..."
Hearing the sound of the door opening, several people turned around at the same time.
When they saw the servant standing not far away, their eyes lit up instantly and they knelt on the ground excitedly.
"Benefactor, you are our great benefactor!"
"I feel like I'm completely cured! Can you please let me go home?"
"My benefactor, what kind of medicine did you give us to drink? I still have some money in my pocket. I want to buy a bowl to bring back to my mother. Please, can you?"
The servant stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do for a moment.
This was the first time in his life that someone called him a benefactor. This feeling of being appreciated and needed made his heart warm, and he felt a sense of accomplishment he had never felt before.
"Um... let's talk about it later!" He stammered in response, turned around and ran away.
He couldn't wait to report the situation here to Er Zhuang, and shouted as he ran, "Brother Er Zhuang, they are fine!"
Er Zhuang was eating in the room. When he heard the servant's call, he asked vaguely with a mouthful of food in his mouth, "What's good?"
When he looked up, he smelled the strong smell of medicine on the servant and immediately covered his nose in disgust, "You didn't get close to them?"
"No, Brother Erzhuang, it's those patients, their illnesses are all healed!"
The boy was running out of breath, his face flushed, but his eyes were gleaming with excitement, "Really, they are fine. They haven't coughed since midnight yesterday, and they look much more energetic."
Er Zhuang didn't believe it, "Could it be a last gasp?"
"Impossible! They look much better than yesterday. How could it be a last gasp? Brother Erzhuang, if you don't believe me, go and take a look!"
Erzhuang put down his bowl and chopsticks and followed him to the backyard.
The woodshed door opened again.
Sure enough, the people inside were as the servant had said, very lively, and they all started talking about their wives, with saliva flying everywhere.
"Fuck, is that so? Hurry up and tell the master!"
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