Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Save the Dawn to Save the Thousands of Li...
The next morning, Zhao Mingsheng and Zhong Yuan went to say goodbye to their grandmother. On the way, they met Zhao Mingjing, who was also there to pay her respects to her grandmother.
The moment Zhao Mingsheng's eyes met Zhong Cui who was following behind her, she understood her decision.
She smiled and nodded at Zhong Cui. Everyone has their own aspirations, and she wouldn't force anything. But when Zhong Yuan heard that Zhong Cui wasn't going with them, her eyes immediately turned red, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
They grew up together and had a long-standing relationship like sisters. Zhong Cui felt uncomfortable, but she still stepped forward to comfort her like an older sister. I don't know what the two said, but Zhong Yan finally burst into laughter.
Zhao Mingsheng saw all this, she curled her lips, took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Zhao Mingjing.
"What's this?"
Zhao Mingjing took the sachet and held it to her small nose, sniffing it gently. Unlike other sachets, the aroma it exuded wasn't floral or fruity, but rather a light minty scent with a hint of herbal fragrance. It invigorated her and cleared her mind.
It smells pretty good too.
"Aren't you afraid of those little bugs? This sachet is used to repel insects. The ingredients inside are all made of Chinese herbs. They are beneficial to the body and not harmful. You can wear it for a long time."
Then he pulled out a recipe from his sleeve and said, "I've written down the ingredients for the sachet here. If you're worried, you can ask someone else to take a look. Just replace it once a month."
"I have nothing to worry about." Zhao Mingjing interrupted her and tied the sachet around her waist in front of her.
She didn't expect that Zhao Mingsheng would take the little thing that happened yesterday to heart and even made a sachet for her.
"Also, thank you... I like it very much." She turned her head to cover her slightly red cheeks and said awkwardly.
Zhao Mingjing knew that she was leaving today, and also knew that she must be worried about her grandmother, so she comforted her:
"You don't have to worry too much, Grandma. If anything happens here, I will write to you as soon as possible."
Zhao Mingsheng agreed.
When they arrived at the old lady's yard, hearing that Zhao Mingsheng was leaving, the old lady Gu's originally happy smile immediately fell. It was only after Zhao Mingsheng used all his tricks and promised to come back to visit often that the old lady's smile reappeared.
Even though Old Lady Gu was reluctant, she knew that she couldn't keep Zhao Mingsheng by her side forever, so she had no choice but to let her go.
Returning to her room, Zhao Mingsheng picked up the bag she had packed long ago and paused as she was about to move out. Her drooping eyelids covered her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.
Recalling the dream she had last night, she was still frightened. When she thought of the tragedies in the dream, her heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible hands.
The scenes from the dream played back clearly in her mind, as if it were not a dream, but something that had really happened. Not only did she dream of the people infected with the plague dying one after another because they could not get timely treatment, she also dreamed of Yan Zhuo lying on the bed with his eyes closed, pale and dying.
"Young lady, are you ready? The coachman is waiting outside the house." Zhong Yuan's inquiring voice came from outside the door, interrupting Zhao Mingsheng's memories.
Zhao Mingsheng shook his head, getting rid of those horrible scenes from his mind, and quickly agreed:
"Here I come."
It must be just a nightmare, she thought.
Zhao Mingsheng picked up his packed bag and confirmed that he had not left anything behind before turning around and walking out of the yard.
After getting on the carriage, she asked casually:
"His Royal Highness Prince Heng should be staying in the capital recently, right?"
The driver had lived in the capital for a long time and had often heard dignitaries discuss important state affairs, so naturally he had heard some of it.
He grinned innocently, "His Royal Highness Prince Heng hasn't been in the capital recently. I heard he went to Yanzhou to provide disaster relief."
Zhao Mingsheng's eyelids twitched. She only knew that Huang Furen had taken medicinal herbs to Yanzhou for disaster relief, but she didn't know that Yan Zhuo had also gone.
She recalled the emaciated faces of the plague-stricken people in her dream. Wasn't that the look of someone who had experienced famine? Plagues were indeed prone to breaking out after disasters, and this all happened to coincide with the situation in Yanzhou. Furthermore, she dreamed that Yan Zhuo was also there...
All these coincidences made Zhao Mingsheng panic. She remembered the dream on her birthday. A horrified guess made her lips turn pale and her hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. Could it be that she had another precognitive dream?
"What's wrong with you, young lady?" Zhong Yan, who was accompanying her, noticed her abnormality and asked with concern. "Oh, why are your hands so cold?"
Although the hot summer had not yet ended, Zhao Mingsheng's hands were as cold as if they had been soaked in a February glacier.
A warm touch came from the back of my hand.
Zhao Mingsheng came to her senses and saw that Zhong Yan was holding her hands with her small hands, and her round eyes were looking at her worriedly.
The heat from the back of her hand gradually calmed Zhao Mingsheng down. She looked up at the worried little girl and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Since it was a precognitive dream, just like the one on her birthday, everything in the dream could be changed. She had to do something!
Having made up his mind, Zhao Mingsheng immediately took action. The capital was still some distance away from Qingshan Village. Returning to Qingshan Village to pick up the herbs and then heading to Yanzhou would take too long, and the people of Yanzhou might not be able to wait that long.
Fortunately, there was still a batch of medicinal herbs in the spiritual field in the jade pendant space, which Zhao Mingsheng had not touched. It was just right to take them out now for emergency use.
But to be on the safe side, it is best to transport the medicinal herbs from one's own fields to Yanzhou.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly ordered the driver:
"parking."
Although the coachman was puzzled, the carriage soon stopped smoothly.
"I won't be returning to Qingshan Village for the time being." Zhao Mingsheng looked at Zhong Yuan seriously, "But I have something very important for you to do."
Zhong Yuan was a little nervous, "What's the matter? Are you really going to leave it to me alone?" She was afraid that she would mess it up.
Zhao Mingsheng patted her head and said softly in an encouraging tone, "This is not difficult. I believe you can do it."
"Just follow the driver and continue on. Once we reach Qingshan Village, find someone to transport the medicinal herbs from my fields to Yanzhou."
Zhong Yuan silently wrote down what she said, nodded vigorously, and clenched his fists tightly.
"Yeah! I remember it!"
After explaining all this, Zhao Mingsheng jumped off the carriage with his luggage first.
First, she found a grocery store and bought a lot of empty boxes. Then she found a deserted place and put all the medicinal herbs in the spiritual field into these boxes.
The problem of medicinal materials was solved, but if the plague in Yanzhou was serious, doctors who could cure diseases and save lives would be needed. Zhao Mingsheng turned around and went to the largest medical clinic in the capital.
"Boss, is your doctor out for outpatient consultations?" Zhao Mingsheng asked directly as he entered the clinic.
The innkeeper said without even looking up, "Come on, I have thirteen doctors on duty here. Which one would you like to choose?"
"I want them all."
"Oh, you want all..." The shopkeeper looked up at her in disbelief. "You want all?!"
"Yeah." Zhao Mingsheng nodded.
"What do you want to do with so many doctors?" the shopkeeper asked his question.
Zhao Mingsheng had no intention of hiding it from him.
"There seems to be a plague spreading in Yanzhou, and a doctor is urgently needed to save people."
"Plague in Yanzhou?" The shopkeeper gasped and waved his hands vigorously, "No, no, it's too far away! Not to mention there's a plague! It's too dangerous."
Zhao Mingsheng's eyes were firm, "I can pay enough for the consultation."
There were also some idle doctors in the lobby, who were attracted by the little girl's previous bold words. They sat in a group and joked.
"This trip is life-threatening. How much are you prepared to pay, young lady?"
"That's right, I'd like to know how much you plan to pay, young lady?"
Zhao Mingsheng replied, "A bottle of Nine Yang Qi-boosting Pills."
When they heard that he wanted to use Jiuyang Buqi Pills as consultation fee, the doctors watching burst into laughter.
An older doctor twirled his beard, obviously thinking she was talking nonsense. He said angrily, "You're talking too much, little girl. Do you know how precious the Nine Yang Qi Replenishing Pills are? I'm afraid you haven't even seen them, have you?"
Zhao Mingsheng didn't waste any more time talking to him and directly took out ten bottles from his sleeve.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
The old doctor who spoke earlier opened the porcelain bottle tremblingly and took out one of the pills to examine.
After a while, he announced with a dry throat: "This is indeed the Nine Yang Qi Replenishing Pill..."
Then, a series of gasps were heard in the hall, and none of those who had laughed before dared to speak.
Seeing that they were silent, Zhao Mingsheng raised his eyebrows.
"Not enough? Then I'll add another bottle. If anyone is willing to go to Yanzhou with me, I'll give them two bottles of Jiuyang Buqi Pills as a gift."
"Me! I do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly younger doctor hurriedly raised his hand and shouted anxiously, fearing that Zhao Mingsheng would regret it if he was a step slower.
As a doctor, the Nine Yang Qi Replenishing Pills are too tempting for them.
Soon after, seven or eight doctors came forward and said they were willing to go.
Zhao Mingsheng nodded in satisfaction. This number was greater than she had expected. But then another problem troubled her. Because the disaster in Yanzhou was so severe, most caravans were unwilling to go there. How could she get these herbs and doctors to Yanzhou?
Under such circumstances, only a benevolent businessman like Huang Furen would dare to take the risk and go. In other words, if she wanted to bring this batch of medicinal materials to Yanzhou safely, only the Huang family could help her.
With a try-it attitude, Zhao Mingsheng approached Huang Yuexin.
"Why are you here?"
Seeing her good friend coming to visit, the young lady from the Huang family's eyes lit up instantly, and her joy was beyond words.
Zhao Mingsheng briefly explained his purpose and asked her for help: "I have a batch of medicinal herbs that I want to ship to Yanzhou, but I don't have anyone who can help. Can you help me think of a way?"
Huang Yuexin didn't know why Zhao Mingsheng suddenly wanted to go to Yanzhou. Seeing her anxious look, she quickly said, "Sister Zhao, don't worry. I don't know much about my family's business affairs. How about this, I call Manager Hu over and you talk to him?"
The Huang family originally made a living by doing business. Although Huang Furen took away a large number of employees, there was still a trustworthy steward named Hu in the Huang Mansion.
Manager Hu, who had hurried over, frowned after hearing her intentions. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but the girl before him looked so young that he couldn't tell if she was joking. A trip to Yanzhou wasn't as simple as leaving the city. Even if she was a friend of the young lady, he couldn't treat the lives of the other servants as a joke.
"Manager Hu, I won't let you make this trip in vain. Here are five thousand taels of silver for you to keep." Seeing his reluctance, Zhao Mingsheng took out the silver notes that he had prepared long ago from his sleeve and placed them on the table.
The thin banknotes spread out on the table attracted everyone's attention.
Manager Hu stared at the five thousand taels on the table and couldn't help swallowing. Oh my god, this is too much!
He looked away with difficulty, shook his head, and said with some regret.
"It's not about money. The boss is not at home, so I have to be responsible for the servants here. The situation in Yanzhou is still unclear. If I go there now, not only will I not be able to do any business, but I might even lose my life."
Zhao Mingsheng was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Manager Hu might have misunderstood something.
"I'm not doing business." Zhao Mingsheng raised his eyes, his eyes bright. "I'm doing this to save people!"
Save thousands of people of Dawn.
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