The group returned to the tent.
Jiang Sheng prepared buckets of mixed red fruit water and had people carry it out to feed those infected with the plague.
Jiang Ziang briefly recounted the incident, suppressing his excitement. "Father, this is what happened, brother. Doctor Mo even said it was a good thing."
"The Huns are also infected with the plague, but they can't cure it. We can cure it, and then we can negotiate a truce."
"As soon as the two countries sign a truce, we can return to the capital, and then the whole family can be reunited."
Jiang Ling's eyes were gentle as she asked softly, "So, you mean, only that part of the cliff has red fruits, which means the quantity is limited."
Jiang Ziang thought he was worried about not having enough, so he nodded: "Yes, but don't worry, brother, there are enough. Each person can just eat a few."
"No, it's not enough. If it were, how could we negotiate with the Huns and gain the upper hand?"
"Father, I can write the memorial now. I'll say that the herbs that cure the plague are extremely rare and only grow in the desert. I want Your Majesty to consider whether to negotiate peace."
Jiang Baichuan hummed and said lightly, "Wait until the truce agreement is signed, and then spread the news that the medicine to cure the plague is red fruit."
Jiang Ziang was confused and didn't understand what this meant.
"Father, this is not a good idea. If the truce is signed and the Huns learn the recipe for the plague cure, what will happen if they tear up the agreement?"
"Well, we want them to tear it up, and they have to tear it up after we return to Beijing. We have to control the time here."
Jiang Ling looked at his bewildered second brother and chuckled, "Alright, don't worry about this. I'll discuss this with Father, and it can't be spread before then."
"Otherwise, if things go wrong, it won't be good for the General's Mansion."
Jiang Ziang left the tent, seeming to understand.
Jiang Baichuan looked at his eldest son and sighed softly, "Your thoughts coincide with my father's. Let's call a truce and return to the capital to make preparations."
"If we leak the news to the Xiongnu, they will already be forced to sign a truce due to the plague. By then, they will know that the cure for the plague is just a mere red fruit."
"They will definitely tear up the contract. They've done this more than once or twice. By then, the General's Mansion will have escaped unscathed. Let the Huo family bear the wrath of the Huns."
Jiang Ling said with a blazing gaze, "I didn't expect that a plague would bring vitality to the General's Mansion. The Xiongnu, the Huo family, and the emperor killed three birds with one stone. How wonderful."
Jiang Baichuan hummed and sighed, "This is all thanks to Doctor Mo. The General's Mansion owes him a favor and will definitely repay it in the future."
"Haha, if he knew what Father said, he would definitely be very happy."
"Hmm? That's right, it's not easy to owe a favor to the General's Mansion."
Jiang Ling raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing. It would be better for him to keep San'er's identity secret.
*
Inside the Huo family tent
Huo Ying'an was lying on the bed, his face covered with pustules, screaming in pain. At this time, a man walked in from outside and knelt down to pay his respects to the person on the bed.
"General, I have received good news. We have a prescription to cure the plague, but..."
"Ouch, it hurts so much. If you have something to say, just say it quickly. Why are you hesitating? Where is the recipe?"
Seeing this, the subordinates dared not hide it and said bluntly: "In the Jiang family army, it is said that a military doctor developed it and it is now being used. It is said that the symptoms are being alleviated."
Upon hearing this, Huo Ying'an could no longer lie down. He sat up, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran out in a hurry.
Arriving at the makeshift Jiang family military camp and entering the tent, he spoke anxiously, "Marshal, I heard there's a prescription for the plague. Where is the medicine?"
"I am seriously ill. Why don't you give me the medicine first? We are all great soldiers. We can't just stand by and watch someone die."
General Wang scoffed when he heard this, "Hey, General Huo brought a royal physician with him. How can this mere plague not be solved?"
Huo Ying'an was unhappy, but now he was under someone's roof and had to bow his head when asking for help.
He smiled awkwardly, "It's hard to compare them. After all, the military doctors in the barracks have been here for a long time. Naturally, they are more familiar with medicinal herbs than the military doctors. It's not surprising that they can make up prescriptions."
Jiang Sheng looked him up and down, his eyes deepening. He was indeed a member of the Huo family, after the collapse of the Jiang family in his previous life.
Southern Xinjiang fell directly into the hands of the Huo family. Later, severe natural disasters occurred continuously and the world began to become turbulent.
It’s ridiculous to think that the Huo family took the lead in the rebellion.
The dog emperor doesn't use loyal ministers, but uses treacherous ministers who are betrayed. It only deserves it, it's all retribution!
Huo Ying'an noticed the gaze and turned to look over, saying unhappily, "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll dig out your eyes."
Jiang Ling: ...this idiot!
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said with a half-smile: "General Huo, the prescription you want to cure the plague was developed by Doctor Mo. Now you want to dig out his eyes, isn't that a bit too much?"
"Oh, Doctor Mo, you might not know this yet. Before, you were trapped at the Forgotten Cliff. General Huo even said he was afraid of the spread of the plague and wanted to shoot you all."
Jiang Sheng's face immediately fell, and he said angrily: "This is General Huo, why did you shoot me?"
"In that case, there's no need to be polite. Just spend the money and buy it!"
"I developed this recipe, and I can give it to whoever I want. No one else has the final say. From now on, the price for the Huo family army's medicine will be one hundred taels per bowl."
Huo Ying'an was so angry that his chest heaved and he almost vomited blood.
"You, you are so brave! If His Majesty knew that you had the medicine but didn't give it to this general, he would definitely punish you."
Jiang Sheng sneered and said with a firm look, "Really? Then let's see if General Huo is still alive when His Majesty learns about this."
"Even if they want to punish me, my merits outweigh my faults. At most, they will scold me, but they won't sentence me to death."
As soon as these words were spoken, someone in the tent couldn't help but burst out laughing. This Doctor Mo is interesting. He faces the key issues head-on and has reasons and evidence.
Huo Ying'an took a deep breath and smiled a little reluctantly: "Okay, this general promises you, Xiao Huai, why don't you give me the silver and medicine quickly? When can this general eat it?"
Jiang Sheng glanced at him calmly, stretched out his hand to pull the banknote over, and shouted, "Come here, bring General Huo a bowl of medicine."
"Yes, Doctor Mo."
Many soldiers in the army had contracted the plague. Now that they knew he could develop a cure, they treated him even better. Just a shout and many people would be willing to run errands for him.
In less than a cup of tea, after Huo Ying'an finished drinking the medicine, he pursed his lips and tasted it carefully. He felt that this medicine... tasted quite good.
It's sour and sweet, without any bitterness.
"Doctor Mo, is this really medicine? Why isn't it bitter at all?"
Jiang Sheng remained calm and said nonsense: "Oh, I put sweet grass in it, so it's not bitter. What's the problem?"
Huo Ying'an: "Won't this affect the efficacy of the medicine?"
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