Chapter 1517 Death

In the evening, the Zhou family had a lively hot pot. If they had not remembered to be frugal, they would have had more side dishes. Fortunately, there were more vegetables now, so the hot pot was still good.

The dark cloud that had been hanging over the Marquis' Mansion finally dissipated. The news spread throughout the capital, and many people secretly cursed the Zhou family for being so lucky.

After eating hot pot, Zhulan was in a good mood and walked around the garden with Shuren. After their bloated stomachs felt better, they went back to take a shower and wanted to chat for a while, but they fell asleep as soon as they touched the pillows.

Zhou Shuren slept till dawn and almost didn't get up. When he woke up, he was still dazed. He washed his face and went to the morning court in a good mood.

Zhou Shuren smiled at everyone he met, and all the adults congratulated him.

After the morning court session, Zhou Shuren looked at Lord Qi. Lord Qi felt uncomfortable being stared at. "Why is Lord Zhou staring at me?"

"I like the way Mr. Qi laughs, and I want to see more of him."

Mr. Qi, "."

Zhou Shuren, "Master Qi has been smiling these days, why didn't you smile today? I'm not used to not hearing you at the morning court, can you smile again?"

Lord Qi had a gloomy face. He was happy a few days ago, but it was a smile of gloating over misfortune. His youngest son sent letters every day wanting to return to the capital. There was nothing in the reclaimed land, they lived in tents, and the food was not good. How could his youngest son have suffered such hardship? He hated Zhou Shuren, and the worse the Zhou family was, the happier he was.

Zhou Shuren took another step forward, "Master Qi, I am waiting for you!"

Master Wen, "Why did you force Master Qi to laugh?"

"What did I say? Did I threaten Lord Qi? No, how could I force Lord Qi to laugh when I was just asking a normal question? The old man laughed, but Lord Qi is not a joker. How can I control Lord Qi's laughter?"

Lord Qi's face darkened, "Zhou Shuren, don't go too far."

Zhou Shuren shook his sleeves with a cold face, "Ha, Lord Qi still knows the word excessive. I thought Lord Qi had long forgotten how to write excessive."

Lord Qi, "You."

Zhou Shuren interrupted, "If you really want to argue, I am willing to accompany you. If you want to argue, let's start from the beginning. What do you think? I just need to report to the emperor. Would you like to join me?"

Old Master Wen knew clearly that the Emperor would only side with Zhou Shuren, and he was aware of the importance the retired Emperor attached to the Rong family, and he did not want to be noticed by the retired Emperor.

Lord Qi would be a fool to go along. Zhou Shuren is a foul-mouthed person, and who knows how he will complain.

Zhou Shuren looked coldly at the two people who left with a wave of his sleeves. He was worried about his grandson a few days ago but he endured it. His grandson was fine, he remembered it all.

In the Zheng Palace, the Emperor and the Crown Prince were aware of the conflict after the court session. The Emperor signaled the eunuch to leave. "Zhou Shuren is a man who holds grudges. He has endured this for so many days, and he must vent his anger."

The prince thought that the Qi family had indeed gone too far, and "the emperor was also very dissatisfied."

Your Majesty, "As long as it's not excessive, just pretend you don't know."

The prince thought that the emperor and his father were partial to the Zhou family, and his father had always been dissatisfied with the Qi family. Not only would he not side with the Qi family, he would also help Marquis Zhou.

The Emperor reviewed the memorial. A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Shuren came in, put down the memorial, and motioned for Eunuch Zhang to take the account book. "Shuren, sit down."

Zhou Shuren was not polite either. He waited for the emperor to finish reading the account book.

The emperor quickly flipped through it, "Are the expenses in the past seven days too much?"

Zhou Shuren looked gloomy, "I said I had no money, but the Emperor always approved and asked me to try to move some money out. What can I do?"

The emperor looked a little timid. "Alas, I have no choice. You see, the folding paper on the table all require silver. I have already chosen to give silver urgently."

Zhou Shuren also had a headache, "Your Majesty, there really isn't much money left in the treasury."

The emperor was silent. If Zhou Shuren cried and said he had no silver, he would definitely not believe it. Zhou Shuren honestly said he didn't have much silver, and he believed it. "Why not use the mined gold?"

Zhou Shuren had an indescribable expression.

emperor,".."

Zhou Shuren took out a folder from his pocket and said, "This is what I thought of."

Well, this was the advice his daughter-in-law gave him. When the letter was written, Ming Teng had not been in trouble yet. He wanted to choose a time to hand it in, but he didn't expect that Ming Teng would be in trouble, so the letter has been put away ever since.

The emperor took it with doubt, squinting his eyes, "Shu Ren wants to open a pharmacy in the name of the court?"

"Yes, I looked at the most exported items this year, and fabrics and medicinal materials topped the list. This is because the export volume is controlled, otherwise it would be much higher."

If grain exports were allowed, grain would be the largest export item. Fortunately, a ban on grain exports was issued early on, and the imperial court also bought grain from neighboring countries. Some countries wanted to sell, but unfortunately they had no grain, and some countries had grain but refused to sell it.

The emperor saw more things in the folding paper, not just for export, "Do you want the court to control the medicinal materials?"

"The imperial court already controls all the doctors in the country, and the medicinal materials are just right. Medicine is one."

As the Ministry of Medicine gradually improved, only doctors registered with the court could practice medicine, and the court had reaped enough benefits.

Zhou Shuren continued, "The imperial court controls the medicinal materials, and can maximize the exchange for the materials that the imperial court lacks."

In ancient times, traditional Chinese medicine was the most popular in the world, but the level of practice abroad was still at the stage of bloodletting. With the development of maritime trade, more and more people believe in traditional Chinese medicine and pay high prices to hire doctors abroad. Unfortunately, few doctors want to leave their homeland and go to a foreign country.

This resulted in some of the Chinese medicine pills from the Imperial Hospital being particularly popular, and envoys from various countries would want to get more pills to take back every time they came.

The emperor looked through the folder again. "From the several ready-made pills in the Imperial Hospital, choose the ones with the lowest cost."

The emperor agreed, but he was actually quite regretful. He thought again and again and did not touch the silk fabrics. Jiangnan was too complicated and some things could not be touched. Unlike medicine, the court already controlled the doctors, so it was natural to add medicine.

In Zhoujia Village, when Mr. Zhou received the news that Mr. Dong had passed away, he rushed to see his niece. As soon as he arrived at the gate, he saw a servant. The servant greeted him and said, "I am honored to meet you, Mr. Crown Prince."

Boss Zhou hummed, then entered the yard. Seeing that his niece had changed her clothes, he frowned and asked, "Where's Mu Fan?"

"Uncle, I'm not back."

Jiang Miao did not shed tears because of Grandpa Dong's death. She would only go to the Dong's house during festivals, sit for a while and then leave. She had no feelings for him. When her grandpa died, she couldn't even cry if she wanted to.

Boss Zhou turned around and saw Mu Fan and Jiang Ming coming back together. Boss Zhou said, "I will not go there today. I will leave the carriage behind and you can go there in the carriage."

The carriage of the Marquis's mansion was very spacious and the interior was comfortably furnished. He felt sorry for his pregnant niece, whom he had treated as his own daughter and had watched her grow up.

Dong Yiyi, "Thank you, Prince."

For the sake of her future grandchildren, she shamelessly agreed.

Boss Zhou said to his niece, "There will be a lot of people here today, so it's hard to say for sure. Don't leave people around you and be more careful."

Jiang Miao understood that something was going on in the Dong family today.

Boss Zhou looked at Mu Fan again, and Mu Fan said hurriedly, "Uncle, I will take good care of my wife."

"Um."

(End of this chapter)