Traveling to an ancient peasant family: I got rich by doing business

The doctor in the pharmacy is over sixty years old and is well-known in the capital.

Li Yu handed over the medicine for wounds. The doctor smelled it first, then took out some to see the ingredients: "rosin, musk, catechu..."

He named more than a dozen things in a row, and finally said carefully: "This wound medicine uses good things, but..."

Li Yu: "Doctor, do you have any concerns?"

The old doctor with white hair and beard nodded slightly, "There is something extra in this, which slightly changes the smell of the medicine."

Li Yu's expression changed slightly, "Are you sure, doctor?"

The old doctor said: "I am sure. I have been a doctor for more than 40 years. I have smelled countless wound medicines. As long as there is a slight difference, I can smell it."

Li Yu said: "Then this wound medicine can no longer be used."

The old doctor said, "Just in case, don't use it yet. By the way, Boss Li can ask the person who delivered the medicine what was added. It may be a more effective medicine for the wound."

Li Yu put away the golden wound medicine and bought some food digestion products in the pharmacy. Before leaving, she said, "I hope the doctor won't tell anyone about what happened today."

Seeing her expression of secrecy, the old doctor said, "I understand what Boss Li meant. Don't worry, I won't say anything casually."

Li Yu thanked him and left with the medicine he bought.

*

Inside the Hanlin Academy.

Early in the morning, as soon as Han Zheng arrived, he went to find Master Jiang.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Han?" Mr. Jiang put down his pen and asked kindly.

Han Zheng handed over the article he had written last night. "This is the article you asked me to draft for you to offer sacrifices to the heaven. I have already written it."

Jiang Xueshi took the folded paper, but did not read it immediately. Instead, he asked, "When did I ask you to draft an article for offering sacrifices to heaven?"

Han Zheng said: "Yesterday evening, the messenger gave me a piece of paper and told me to write according to what was written on the paper."

Master Jiang: "Bring it here for me to see."

Han Zheng took out the note, unfolded it, and put it in Mr. Jiang's hand.

Jiang Xueshi glanced at it for a few times, and his expression suddenly changed: "This is not my handwriting at all."

Han Zheng: “…” No wonder that person’s attitude was so strange yesterday.

"What does the person who is looking for you look like?" Master Jiang was very angry when he knew that someone was impersonating him to cause trouble.

Han Zheng thought about it carefully and said, "He is a servant, not tall, about 23 or 24 years old, with small eyes, and there is a not very obvious mole on his left cheek.

Mr. Jiang: “…”

He usually just ordered people to arrange things and never paid attention to what the attendants in the Hanlin Academy looked like.

After putting the note and Han Zheng's article under the paperweight, Jiang Xueshi calmed down his anger for the time being and said, "You go back first. I will investigate this matter."

Han Zheng: "I will take my leave."

"Wait." When they were about to enter the door, Master Jiang suddenly called Han Zheng again, "You don't have to go back. I will summon all the attendants of the Hanlin Academy here, and you come to identify who that person is."

Since there is such a bold person in the Hanlin Academy, it is better to find him as soon as possible to avoid trouble later.

*

There were more than 130 people in the Hanlin Academy, including more than 40 attendants who were responsible for sweeping the room and serving tea and water.

Master Jiang had them all gathered together, called out their names to confirm that everyone was present, and then asked Han Zheng to identify them.

"Everyone is here, look who is looking for you."

Han Zheng nodded, took two steps forward, and looked at the faces of these people one by one.

More than forty people stood in four rows in total. There was no one in the first three rows. When Han Zheng reached the fourth row and was about to look from left to right, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and found that there was something wrong with the attendant standing on the far right.

He lowered his head and his legs kept shaking, as if he was in a state of panic.

After a pause, Han Zheng raised his foot and walked to the far right.

As he got closer, the man's head almost dropped to his chest.

Han Zheng: “…”

Standing in front of the man, he said, "Raise your head."

The man raised his head slightly.

"Lift it a little more, and you look at me." Han Zheng said.

The man raised his head quickly, but only for a moment, then he lowered his head again.

"Han Xiuzhuan." The man said in a muffled voice, "I had a stiff neck last night. My neck is uncomfortable and I can't lift my head. Please forgive me."

Han Zheng stood in front of him without moving, "Are you really not feeling well?"

The man nodded.

Han Zheng said nothing. He looked at him carefully for a few times, then stepped back to a safe place. He pointed at the man and whispered to Master Jiang, "It's him."

Mr. Jiang raised his chin, and immediately two people came forward and held the man down.

The man was horrified and struggled, "Sir, I don't know what I did wrong. I am innocent!"

Scholar Jiang stepped forward and said, "I haven't even said anything yet, and you're saying you're innocent. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Realizing that he had overreacted, the servant immediately shut up.

Scholar Jiang still had something he didn't understand, so he asked, "Why did you take the note to Han Xiuzhuan yesterday and ask him to write an article for the Heavenly Sacrifice, and you also said that I asked you to write it?"

"No, I don't dare." The man said in panic, "I left yesterday. I don't know what happened."

Scholar Jiang: "Han Xiuzhuan, what do you say?"

Han Zheng said: "It was him yesterday. I definitely did not make a mistake."

When the man heard this, he shouted, "Master Scholar, I am innocent. I have worked diligently in the Imperial Academy for five years and have never made any mistakes. I don't know why Han Xiuzhuan treated me like this when he first arrived."

"He doesn't obey you." Jiang Xueshi said, "What do you think we should do?"

Han Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Sir, I am willing to go to the Ministry of Justice with this attendant."

Mr. Jiang: “…”

Han Zheng leaned forward slightly and said, "The Hanlin Academy is involved in many affairs. Everyone has their own responsibilities and can only do things according to the arrangements to avoid mistakes. But this person falsely conveyed the adults' orders. Although it is a small matter, it is also worth being vigilant. I think this matter must be investigated thoroughly no matter what. Lest someone follow suit in the future and cause trouble."

This statement made sense, and Jiang Xueshi thought it was feasible, and said, "Then send him to the Ministry of Justice. As for Han Xiuzhuan, you can go back and continue your work."

*

The man didn't expect that Master Jiang completely trusted Han Zheng, and his words were of no use. Seeing that they were about to send him to the Ministry of Justice, he finally became anxious.

The Ministry of Justice is a place where once you go in, there is no way you can come out safely.

He could not risk his life in the Ministry of Justice, so he made up his mind and shouted loudly: "Master Scholar, I confess. It was Dong Jiantao who ordered me to do this. He hated Han Xiuzhuan, so he asked me to pass on the message and let Han Xiu write the article for the sacrifice to heaven."

After the words were spoken, no one said anything. The air was so quiet that it was a little eerie.

Han Zheng was not surprised to hear the title of Dong Jiantao.

After he arrived at the Imperial Academy yesterday, although everyone was not very close to him, they still had to be polite. Only Dong Jianchao had trouble with him yesterday morning.

Scholar Jiang also guessed that it might be done by Dong Jiantao. Now that he had received confirmation, he pointed at an attendant with a stern face and said, "Go and call Dong Jiantao over."