After Han Qian asked Tian Cheng, Gao Shao and Yang Qin to arrange the manpower for the night watch, he let the others go to rest first.
Han Qian and Zhao Wuji ran to the east courtyard. At this time, Feng Xuan and the others had been tied up by Lin Zongjing and imprisoned with other trackers and Gao Bao. This would prevent Feng Xuan's men from leaking that they were the new governor.
The secret used.
Han Qian went to the west courtyard and pulled Feng Xuan and Gao Bao out alone. He stared at them and asked, "Have you ever thought that one day you could replace the four surnames and become a powerful family in this landscape?"
Gao Bao's eyes showed greed, but Feng Xuan's eyes were confused.
"No matter what the situation is in the future, my father will still use Shanyue people to do things in Xuzhou. You just need not to refuse when the time comes." Han Qian said to Feng Xuan.
In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Xuan was the first group of Shanyue tribesmen they came into contact with before entering Xuzhou. His father wanted to work in Xuzhou and support the new Shanyue tribe leader before the children of the fourth surname. Feng Xuan was naturally a choice.
The village where Feng Xuan lived was extremely poor and distressed. In order to make ends meet, they accepted some profitable things assigned by the new governor. At least until the conflict completely intensified, no one could say anything.
What can be speculated at present is that in order to prevent Feng Xuan from being completely used by the new governor and becoming a "traitor" of the Shanyue people, the four surnames will inevitably recruit and control him secretly.
Han Qian's plan is to make Feng Xuan a double-faced spy under their control in the process, and become an ant nest that will disintegrate the power of the four surnames in the future; and Gao Bao's mission is to use his influence in the Feng family as much as possible.
He and Feng Xuan should try their best to ensure the success of this matter, and at the same time, he and Feng Xuan should cover and contain each other.
After hearing what Han Qian said, Feng Xuan was also surprised. He originally thought that Han Qian would ask him to lead his tribe to openly surrender to the new governor, but he did not expect that Han Qian's plan was much deeper and more sophisticated than he imagined.
Gao Bao felt much more at ease.
In desperation, he stabbed Xi Cheng to save his life, but afterwards he was still worried that the matter would be exposed, or the new governor would ask him to directly expose the conspiracy of the four surnames. Then his wife and children left in the stronghold should not think that it would be easier. On the one hand, he would still return it at any time.
Be prepared to be assassinated by someone arranged by the chieftain.
What Han Qian is looking forward to most is the strategy he is looking forward to most. He also secretly hopes that with the support of the new governor, one day he can replace the four surnames and become a new wealthy family in Wushan and Wushui.
"Okay, please leave first. Think carefully about your words and don't expose your mistakes when you go back." Han Qian asked Lin Zongjing to take Feng Xuan and Gao Bao away. He was also very sleepy at this time. He went back to the backyard to rest and left other things for later.
Will deal with it tomorrow.
Zhao Ting'er and many of the female family members had not yet fallen asleep, worried that the situation would be out of control.
"Why haven't Sir and Master Fan come back yet? Has Wuji come back with the young master?" Zhao Ting'er asked worriedly as she helped Han Qian take off his heavy armor.
"Why don't you have confidence in me again? Seeing the relaxed look on my face, you know everything is fine." Han Qian said with a smile.
Although it was still cool after the summer in Xuzhou, there was still a thick layer of lining on the inside of the armor. After taking off the armor, Han Qian was covered in sweat and rancid. When Zhao Ting'er poured hot water into the big wooden bucket, Han Qian took off his clothes.
, soak in it naked, feel so comfortable that you want to moan out.
"Ting'er, come here and help the young master, let me squeeze your shoulders." Han Qian called Zhao Ting'er, thinking of his past life of idle playfulness.
"Bah, young master, you are so naked and ugly. Ting'er is afraid that you will go blind." Zhao Ting'er spat in the next room, not giving Han Qian a chance to take advantage of her.
"You damn girl, your mouth is getting tougher and tougher. Go and give me the homework I've given you to do these past few days for review," Han Qian said.
"Young Master is very tired today, so I won't bother you with such a trivial matter as Ting'er," Zhao Ting'er said.
Seeing that Zhao Ting'er refused to enter the house no matter how hard he tried, Han Qian said bitterly: "I heard that the girls are petite, beautiful and docile. I'm going to ask Zhao Kuo to go to the market tomorrow to buy two obedient girls and come back as maids."
"The girl looks obedient, but if she hides a pair of scissors in her sleeves and doesn't take the initiative to do anything, it won't be as simple as getting scolded a few times." Zhao Ting'er said.
Han Qian kept joking with Zhao Ting'er who was sitting in the outer room. Perhaps because he was too tired, he fell asleep in the big wooden barrel unknowingly. When he woke up after a deep sleep, he was already
Lying on the bed, Zhao Ting'er sat on the ground in front of the bed, her little face lying on the edge of the bed, sleeping soundly.
Han Qian was also extremely tired from fighting with too many people and trying to figure everything out. He looked at Zhao Ting'er's pretty little face sleeping on his pillow, with a glistening line of saliva hanging from the corner of his bright red lips.
After coming out, Han Qian felt extremely comfortable.
Zhao Ting'er was sleeping very lightly. Han Qian turned over and reached out to help her wipe the saliva from the corner of her mouth. She woke up with a start, but she was still in a daze. She opened her beautiful eyes and stared at Han Qian.
"Come to bed and talk to me." Han Qian wanted to move inward and let Zhao Ting'er sleep up.
"Just talk like this," Zhao Ting'er knocked her chin on the edge of the bed, staring at Han Qian with her dark and vivid eyes, and asked, "When can we go back to Jinling?"
"What's not good here? Such a big courtyard? Where can I live in such a beautiful courtyard when I go back to Jinling?" Han Qian said, "Besides, in Xuzhou, I can truly be the second generation ancestor. When I return to Jinling, one by one
People who are many times more powerful than me are really boring."
"I can't do much to help the young master here, so Ting'er feels so useless." Zhao Ting'er said coquettishly.
Han Qian smiled slightly. Along the way, Zhao Ting'er and Qingyun had to squeeze into a narrow cabin with a few female relatives and couldn't do anything for more than a month.
When he first arrived in Xuzhou, there was such a fierce confrontation. In addition, there were only three to four thousand people in Qianyang City. A few people could speak Mandarin and their accents were extremely weird. This made it difficult for Zhao Ting'er to dress up and go to the streets to help find out the news.
possible.
In the past year, I have instilled in Zhao Ting'er knowledge and concepts that are far beyond this era. She is a naturally curious and ambitious girl. Naturally, she should not expect her to be like Qingyun, even if she stays at home with nothing to do.
In my heart, I will also feel that the years are quiet and peaceful.
Zhao Ting'er thought about returning to Jinling because there was still something she could do in Jinling.
"Maybe after some sleep, I'll have something I need you to do tomorrow," Han Qian said with a smile. "There are so many things going on here in Xuzhou. You want to help me, but why do you have nothing to do? Why don't you come up here?
Give me a shoulder squeeze."
"Bah." Zhao Ting'er glanced at Han Qian with her beautiful eyes and hit her chin on the edge of the bed without moving, making Han Qian really want to pull her onto the bed.
While talking to Zhao Ting'er, Han Qian quickly fell asleep again. He slept until three o'clock in the morning when he heard someone talking in the yard. He put on his clothes and walked to the porch. He saw Fan Xicheng standing in the yard talking to Zhao Ting'er. There was another person behind Fan Xicheng.
The old man in blue official uniform looked towards this side rather respectfully.
"The matters in the state prison have been settled, where is my father and others?" Han Qian asked.
"Your Excellency is still in the state prison. There are six prisoners who are weak and have asked Mr. Zhao to take a look. They seem to be infected with miasma. Your Excellency asked me to bring Mr. Zhao over to see if the wine to dispel the miasma is suitable..." Fan Xicheng said.
There are more than 400 light-duty prisoners who want to be pardoned and released, which is not something that can be dealt with in a short while; and these more than 400 light-duty prisoners who have been released should remember the kindness of the pardon and turn it into a powerful factor in stabilizing the situation in Syria.
, Han Daoxun also needs to do it himself.
Fan Xicheng then introduced the old man in green robe behind him as Zhao Zhixian, a doctor of medicine from the state government.
Six hundred years ago, Ge Hong wrote in "Emergency Prescriptions" that Artemisia annua has the effect of curing malaria. However, the current generation has not found the correct method of processing Artemisia annua and other drugs. Conventional decoction methods are used to treat Artemisia annua.
The effective malaria-curing ingredients contained in it are severely damaged, so that the efficacy of Artemisia annua in treating malaria is not very obvious.
The person in the dream, Zhai Xinping, did not have much higher knowledge of medicine than ordinary people. However, the successful extraction of artemisinin from Artemisia annua in China a thousand years later was a sensation and hot news that lasted for many years. Therefore, Han
Qian knew that using alcohol to quench Artemisia annua at low temperatures was an effective way to prepare miasma-removing drugs.
It was midsummer and mosquitoes were rampant. When Han Qian was in Jinling, he prepared some miasma-removing wine, firstly for the soldiers and family members in the house, and secondly because he thought he would have the opportunity to go to Xuzhou and sell it as a life-saving medicine at a high price.
, to fill the shortfall.
Of course, Han Qian was worried that his father would be a bad person, so he did not tell his father the recipe for the miasma-removing wine, and he asked Zhao Ting'er to take care of the bottles of miasma-removing wine that were temporarily made in Jinling.
It seemed that he was right to be on guard. If Zhao Ting'er hadn't kept several bottles of miasma-removing wine, Fan Xicheng might have taken them directly to the prisoners.
Damn it, let alone the thought he put into this matter, it’s hard to make truly high-purity alcohol these days.
Han Qian had met Zhao Zhixian yesterday, but Zhao Zhixian, like most other officials, was not active at the banquet yesterday. He was also distracted when he went to the state prison to watch the suppression of the riot, and left early afterwards, so he was not impressed by Zhao Zhixian deeply.
Han Qian thought that he might have been temporarily summoned by his father to the state prison early this morning to treat prisoners.
Han Qian bowed his hand to Zhao Zhixian as a courtesy, and said to Zhao Ting'er: "It's not easy to get the wine to remove miasma. Divide it into two cups and give it to Master Fan, mix the convict disease with ten times water and take it orally." He specially emphasized the amount of the two cups, so that Zhao Ting'er would not be stupid.
Give the entire bottle of Miasma Clearing Wine to Fan Xicheng.
Zhao Ting'er went into the back room to get the wine, and Han Qian stood in front of the corridor and told Zhao Zhixian and Fan Xicheng how difficult it was to get this miasma-removing wine. They must emphasize this point when asking them to give it to the sick prisoners. Don't think that it is just a prescription prescribed by a wild doctor.
son.
Zhao Zhixian hesitated for a while before he made up his mind and took out a brocade handkerchief package from his arms and handed it over, saying: "I was in such a hurry yesterday that I didn't prepare any gifts for you to go to work. Your Excellency is busy with official duties in the state prison and has no time to distract himself.
I can only ask Mr. Han to accept this small gift for me."
Fan Xicheng's eyes widened. Zhao Zhixian said in the state prison that he would personally accompany him to take a look at the anti-miasma wine. Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was Zhao Zhixian who saw the inconvenience and directly gave gifts to the adults in the state prison, so he made a special trip to Furong Garden to deliver the gifts.
into the hands of young master Han Qian.
When Han Qian saw that Zhao Zhixian was a very knowledgeable and knowledgeable person, he wanted to grab his hand and kiss him passionately.
Taking the brocade handkerchief package, Han Qian opened it carelessly and saw two fine white jade bracelets wrapped inside. They were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in Jinling. He thought that with the official salary of Zhao Zhixian, a doctor of medicine in the state, this was already a generous gift.
He smiled and put it into the sleeves of his robe. He cupped his hands towards Zhao Zhixian and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, you are so polite." Then he shouted to the back room, "Ting'er, we brought some preserved fruits from Jinling and made a portion for Master Zhao.
"
He was given two high-quality white jade bracelets, but Han Qian accepted them without shame, and only gave him a pack of preserved fruits as a gift in return. Fan Xicheng felt so ashamed that he wanted to turn around and leave the embarrassing courtyard.