Yang Mo looked at Mr. Yan Ge through the screen, "Mr. Yan Ge asked people to ask missionaries in Beijing or businessmen in Tianzhu if there are any medicines called cinchona cream or quinine, cinchona bark and the like. .”
Where did Miss Yang hear the names of Golden Rooster... Na... Shuang, Kui... Ning?
Mr. Bai also had a blank look on his face. Shen Weiyan stared blankly at the figure behind the screen. Hearing Miss Yang say so many things that others didn't know, he felt a sense of admiration. Thinking about himself again, he couldn't help but feel ashamed. .Perhaps it was because of the huge difference. Every time he raised his head to look at Miss Yang, it was as if he was looking for light in the darkness, which made him temporarily forget the worldly etiquette.
Mr. Bai coughed, and Shen Weiyan came back to his senses and hurriedly lowered his head.
The more Miss Yang talked, the more Mr. Yan Ge felt at ease. These well-founded words cannot be said casually, "Miss, please write down the name of the medicine. I will send someone to inquire."
With the Yan family's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to find these medicines.
The steward's mother took the servants to lay out the pen and ink, Yang Mo took up the pen and wrote clearly, and the Yan family's servants took the prescription and started to search around the capital.
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A servant of the Yan family opened the door to Monk Fan's residence in the west and explained his purpose of coming. The servant respectfully handed the prescription to Monk Fan, who immediately opened it and looked at it.
When the monk saw the words on the paper, his expression almost changed, and he hurriedly lowered his head to cover it up. After he calmed down a little, he explained to the servants of the Yan family, "I have heard that one of my fellow countrymen has this medicine in his hands. But he left the capital today, and when he comes back... he will be sent to the Yan Mansion."
The servants of the Yan family were immediately happy and asked people to give money to Monk Fan.
Fanseng shook his big head and refused, "It's not urgent, it's not urgent."
The Yan family finally left the money behind and returned to the Yan Mansion happily. The monk named Fang Sanmai waited until there was no one at the door, then ordered the people around him to get a cloak and put it on, and went straight to Qiao Qiao in a concealed manner. Home.
After the post was handed over, the Qiao family's manager immediately brought Fang Sanmai into the house.
Mr. Qiao had just left the office, changed his clothes and went out to entertain guests, "I just wanted to ask someone how comfortable it is to live in your new house, sir. I will send a plaque to hang up tomorrow."
Fang Samai's blue eyes were full of anxiety, which completely wiped the smile off Mr. Qiao's face.
The two of them entered the study and sent the servants away. Fang Sanmai couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever mentioned the cinchona tree to anyone?"
When he heard the word cinchona tree, Mr. Qiao's face suddenly darkened, "No...how can I mention this...what we have discussed long ago...how can we let the third person know about it."
"That's strange," Fang Sanmai said in a non-standard accent, "Why did the Yan family come to me and ask for the cinchona tree... If everyone in the Zhou Dynasty knew how to use the cinchona tree... Mr. Qiao wants to get it Why do you want to receive merit?"
Mr. Qiao's eyes widened, and a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his body. He almost forgot to breathe, "You said... what... why did the Yan family come to ask... for the cinchona tree? How do they know this medicine?"
This is exactly what Fang Sanmai asked Master Qiao.
"The medicinal materials have been shipped by merchant ships. If they cannot be sold at a good price, how can I explain to our envoys? Master Qiao, we have agreed..."
Fang Sanmai kept talking, and Master Qiao was so shocked that he seemed unable to hear anything. No one had mentioned this medicine for such a long time. Seeing that it was entering summer, reports from the south had already been sent to Beijing. This year's malaria was worse than in previous years. What's more, he dreamed of presenting the miracle medicine to the Holy One last night, and he couldn't help but wake up with a smile. He had never been so looking forward to the spread of malaria to the capital soon, and hoped that more people would die in the capital, so that his gift would be important. ,how...it was found out by the Yan family in the blink of an eye.
Where did the news leak out? Mr. Qiao looked at Fang Sanmai and asked, "How did you tell the Yan family?"
"What else can I say? I have to deal with the Yan family and ask my fellow villagers to send it to the Yan family later." Fang Sanmai's hairy face wrinkled together and looked funny, "We are all important ministers of the Zhou Dynasty. We
I can't afford to offend anyone...if nothing happens...if something happens in the future...I will definitely be deported." Losing money is terrible, but being deported back to the country is even worse.
Mr. Qiao opened his eyes wide and showed a bit of dignity, "I can't send the medicine to the Yan family until I find out clearly."
Fang Sanmai was frightened.
Mr. Qiao took the opportunity to call the steward, "Create a yard and let your husband rest in the house."
Fang Sanmai was invited out. Mr. Qiao hurriedly sent people out to inquire about the news. After a while, the servant returned to the house and reported, "It's the prescription given by the Yang family."
Master Qiao subconsciously blurted out, "Which Yang family?"
"That's it... that's it... the Yang family whose house was confiscated in Ci'er Hutong heard that it was Miss Yang who said that malaria should be used to treat bayberry sores. The Yan family started looking for good medicine to treat malaria."
Mr. Qiao stood up with a wave of his sleeves and immediately swept all the tea bowls around him to the ground. How did the Yang family know that cinchona trees can cure malaria?
Why should the Yang family know?
Master Qiao walked straight to the inner courtyard. Mrs. Qiao was sitting on the Kang, smiling and talking to the maid. Seeing Master Qiao's face livid, she quickly stood up and went to serve her, "What's wrong, Master? You're all sweating," she said.
To the maid, "Go quickly and get a bowl of Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup."
Mrs. Qiao was turning her head to speak when she suddenly felt a pain in her wrist as if it was caught by an iron clamp. She turned around in panic and met Mr. Qiao's bloodshot eyes, "Are you saying that the Yang family doesn't have any good medicine to treat malaria?
square?"
Mrs. Qiao didn't know why the master suddenly mentioned this, so she nodded hurriedly, "I took a closer look and saw that it wasn't there."
Mr. Qiao's face became even more angry, "Then why did Miss Yang ask the Yan family to go to Monk Fan to ask for the cinchona tree?"
Mrs. Qiao struggled to free herself but couldn't get rid of Master Qiao's hand, "Master... what's going on... Speak slowly... let me go quickly."
Master Qiao let go of his hand after a long while, his copper bell-like eyes unblinking, "No one but me wants to use this medicine. No one wants to use it. I would rather burn all the medicine than give them any cents."
, I, Qiao, will never make wedding clothes for others. Just let them get cured, let them get malaria, and let them die one by one."
Mr. Qiao laughed twice, "This medicine has never been used in the Zhou Dynasty. I don't believe that the court would go all the way to the country to transport it back because of an orphan girl's words."****************
*****Thank you to classmate Mei Zaifei for the pk ticket. Thank you to classmate Fei Die for the updated ticket, I took it. Thank you to classmate lunarjoe for the rice dumplings. Thank you all for your tips and messages.