Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Tang first asked Zhang Pojun to take Gao's pulse. Gao also asked Zhang Pojun to see her in Rongjia Village, but he couldn't tell her anything.

After taking the pulse, Zhang Pojun said, "You're much better now than in the village. You feel more energetic. What medicine did you take?"

Gao said, "I didn't take any medicine. I just ate a candy. I even thought there was medicine in it."

Rong Tang asked, "Auntie, have you ever eaten candy before?"

Gao smiled bitterly, "How can the villagers afford to buy candy? I didn't even have a meal during my confinement period."

Rong Tang sighed, "Auntie doesn't have any serious illness, she just has low blood sugar. She can just take a few candies every day."

Gao and Rong Dahai were both shocked. He had spent so much money on medicine over the past decade, but none of it worked. It turned out that the root cause was lack of sugar. It was really an incredible problem.

"Uncle, aunt, low blood sugar doesn't seem like a serious problem, but it's because I didn't replenish it in time. I'm still very uncomfortable. In fact, this disease is easy to treat. If you eat well every day, your body will not lack sugar."

All he got in return was a bitter smile. In previous years, there was not enough food to eat, and the little surplus at home was taken away by his stepmother. The money he earned from hunting was used to buy medicine. It was obvious that the disease was caused by hunger, but he fell into a vicious cycle.

Zhang Pojun listened for a while, his eyes shining. "Tang, you figured out this strange problem again. You're really smart."

"I'm not going to waste my words. I was just inspired by Aunt Dahai and thought of making medicinal candies. You're a professional doctor, so make a list of herbs that can be added to the candies. I'll give you an idea. It doesn't have to be for a serious illness. You can make throat lozenges or cough drops with ingredients like puffed tamarind, honeysuckle, coral grass, loquat, and Fritillaria cirrhosa..."

"Stop, stop." Zhang Pojun's brain was fuming. "Now that you mention it, there's a lot that can be added. Do you want to sell it as candy or medicine?"

"Sell it as medicinal candy. It can be put in either a pharmacy or a candy shop. It's good for those who feel unwell, and it won't hurt if you're healthy. Just watch the research and development, and when the finished product comes out, I'll give you a big red envelope."

Gao immediately said, "Can I sign up first and work with you?"

Of course there is no problem with this, and Rong Dahai is also very happy. His wife was a sickly girl in Rongjia Village, but as soon as she came to Fuxinzhuang, she was full of energy and signed up for work. Fuxinzhuang really brought prosperity to their family.

At the head of the village, Old Wen, who was taking a rest, stopped a carriage with the seal of the Ministry of Works.

Old Wen pointed at the exposed fan leaf and asked Sima Xin, "What is this? Where should we send it?"

Sima Xin recognized the Zheng family emblem and knew that it was the guard of the eldest son of Prime Minister Zheng. He could not afford to offend him, but he could not refuse him either.

"It's the fan that Prince Rong wanted. He called it a fan, and we don't know what it means. If you're interested, you can go and take a look together."

Old Wen asked Zheng Changzhi and got his consent, then he got on the shaft of the Ministry of Works carriage and asked questions along the way, "The Sima family and Prince Rong have a good relationship!"

Sima Xin patted his chest with a proud look on his face, "Of course not, he's my nephew's son-in-law."

"Oh...it's the little girl from the Tang family."

After walking all the way, they soon arrived at the gate of the manor and reported their destination.

Youzi quickly ran to report to Rong Tang, "Prince, the head of the Ministry of Works, Sima, is here to deliver the fan you ordered."

Rong Tang was drinking tea. He put down the cup and walked out. "Let's go and take a look."

The carriage arrived in the courtyard and unloaded three fans and two wheelchairs. Sima Xin pointed at the wheelchairs and said, "Make two first. Have people test them. If they work well, we'll mass-produce them."

Rong Tang went over and pushed it. It was light and nimble, and turned smoothly. It was really good.

"Call Uncle Rong Xian over. Let's see who gets these two cars first. There will be more later."

Rong Xian pushed his wheelchair over for inspection. The new wheelchair was even lighter than his own, and everything was fine except for the lack of a hidden switch.

"This, my lord, this is a lot of money, right?"

"It's okay, Uncle Rong Xian, the money has been deducted from Rong Wanli's wages."

Rong Xian knew very well that this was all paid for by Prince Tang out of his own pocket. With Qiuzi's income, it would take him 10,000 years to pay for the cost of equipping every disabled person in the farm with one.

The remaining soldiers didn't know how much it would cost, but it wouldn't be cheap. They were moved and terrified. Are their worthless lives worth this wheelchair?

"Don't think too much. If your lives are more convenient, you can do more things and earn more money for me in the future. To be honest, I don't trust outsiders. I only trust you as my own people."

For a moment, the remaining soldiers present were filled with excitement. The last two new wheelchairs were given to the two most disabled people in the village, one who crawled all year round and the other who had a wooden board tied under his buttocks.

The two of them cried so hard that their noses were three feet long. Rong Xian scolded them for being dirty and told them to go wash their faces.

Next up is testing the fan.

Since Old Wen was there to watch the fun, the fan was set up in the yard. Rong Tang pointed at the young man without hands who had asked him for a job that day and said, "Come here."

The young man came over and sat on the stool as he instructed. He stepped on the pedal behind the fan. As he turned the pedal in circles neither lightly nor heavily, the fan blades turned at a faster speed. The person in front suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing on his face and body.

"I go……"

The group of people took a few steps back, felt the coolness, and moved forward again.

“Is this the fan?”

Rong Tang asked the young man to come down. He tried it himself and put forward some suggestions for improvement, which could make the pedals easier and more labor-saving, the fan faster and the wind stronger.

The young man without hands was very excited. "Prince, this is made for me, my job?"

"Yes, it's too hot. You're fanning everyone. It's also a job, and you get paid like everyone else. There are three of them here. If there's not enough, let Sima-sama do it."

The young man burst into tears, and Rong Tang felt like a human tearjerker, specifically there to collect the tears.

Lord Sima's eyes widened. When they were making it, they had guessed how this thing would be used. They didn't expect that after assembling it, it would become such a practical thing. It was the middle of summer!

While his mind was racing, Old Wen pushed the people in front of him aside and said, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! This thing belongs to...our young master."

Of course the remaining soldiers were unwilling to do so, and they blocked his way one by one, "Why? This was made for us by our prince."

In such hot weather, who doesn’t want to work comfortably?

Although Old Wen was skilled in martial arts, he was too embarrassed to resort to violence against a group of disabled people with missing limbs. He grabbed Rong Tang by the collar and said to him aside, "Here, give one to me as compensation for my young master..."

"wheelchair?"

Old Wen: "Interest! You promised our young master to give you an answer in three days. It's been a few days now, ten days, right? It's not too much to charge some interest, right?"

"That's not too much. Senior Wen, let me go. I'll go talk to Lord Sima. It's not that I'm stingy, but it's newly made, the technology is immature, and there are still many shortcomings, right? I'll teach Lord Sima to modify it and make it suitable for your family."

Old Wen let him go and watched him walk towards Sima Xin.

Sima Xin was already impatient, and he took a few steps forward and put his arm around his neck, "Nephew-in-law, I want to discuss something with you!"

"It's easy to talk about."

Sima Xin first quietly handed him a sheathed dagger and said, "Fuyun is a bit stupid, but he didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"

Then he thought, Rong Tang can't get out of this trouble, so he said, "He was beaten by his father and is like a little kid, but he has a very good brain. I think you are also a child with great talent, you have brains and means, you can take Fu Yun with you and let him drink some meat soup with you."