The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

Zhu Deming took it and said, "Thank you."

Seeing this, Yao hurriedly pulled Zhu Deming to sit down.

"We have finished our business. Doctor Song, please come and check my master's pulse."

Song Yuntang pursed his lips and smiled, then walked forward and took Zhu Deming's pulse.

"A rapid and astringent pulse indicates internal fire evil and external toxicity. In addition, mouth and tongue sores, red and swollen skin, and excessive fire toxicity should be treated with heat-clearing and detoxification. There's no serious problem."

As she spoke, she went straight to Lord Zhu's desk, picked up a brush and wrote down a prescription.

"Take your medicine on time. If conditions permit, eat more fruits and vegetables, and you will feel better soon."

Hearing that there was no serious problem, Yao breathed a sigh of relief and took the prescription with a smile.

"Thank you, Doctor Song, for today."

Song Yuntang put down the brush with a smile.

"I have something else to do in the clinic right now, so I won't stay any longer. Mr. Zhu, Mrs. Zhu, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Doctor Song." Yao hurriedly called towards the door, "Baosheng, go see Doctor Song off."

"Yes."

Bao Sheng bowed and made a gesture of invitation towards the door.

After seeing Song Yuntang leave, Yao turned to look at Zhu Deming, "Master, Doctor Song has been busy in the clinic these days. She is very skilled in medicine and must be much more sensitive to diseases than ordinary people like us. Since she said it might develop into a plague, you must take it seriously."

Zhu Deming nodded seriously.

"I'll write a memorial and have it delivered to the provincial capital." He then stared at the memorial in his hand in worry. "Just to buy the herbs, we need money from the national treasury. The war situation at the border is tense right now. I just scraped together the money a few days ago and I'm afraid it won't be easy to get the national treasury to release some more."

Yao thought about it.

"How about we use our own money to make up for it first?"

We just encouraged all businesses in the county to donate to refugees some time ago, and we can’t ask them to donate again.

The merchants' money is not earned easily. The market is not good at the end of the year, and many merchants are struggling to make a living.

Zhu Deming also began to feel troubled.

"How can anyone pay money from their own pocket?"

Yao blinked.

"Then does the master have a better idea?"

Zhu Deming pondered for a moment and looked up at her.

"Well, today you should send out invitations, inviting all the ladies in the county to come to your home for a gathering. Tell them that I intend to write a letter to the provincial capital, begging the prefect to obtain a plaque personally written by His Majesty. Then, the person in the county who donates the most will receive a plaque personally written by His Majesty."

Yao's brows relaxed.

"This method works. Among the four classes of scholars, farmers, merchants, and artisans, merchants are the most looked down upon in the eyes of those in power. If we can obtain a personal letter from His Majesty, this family will be protected by the emperor. Their status will naturally be beyond the reach of ordinary merchants, and no one will dare to provoke this family easily."

Then she frowned again.

"It's just that I invited these ladies here for the sake of simplicity. What if the prefect is unwilling to take the initiative for our Anyang County? Wouldn't that mean I'd be breaking my promise?"

Zhu Deming shook his head and said, "I only asked the prefect to ask His Majesty to write it himself. As for whether it can be obtained, I am not sure. Everyone is gambling, and I will not break my promise. Even if His Majesty does not write it himself, I will do my best to compensate them in other ways."

"Besides, our Anyang County is under the jurisdiction of the prefect. If something happens, the prefect will bear the brunt of the consequences. He will definitely be willing to take the lead on Anyang County."

As he spoke, he took Yao's hand.

"These merchants have been in the county for so many years, and they are all very smart. They understand everything. Madam, you just need to tell them the news. As for whether to donate or not, it is up to them to decide. It may be troublesome for you, Madam, as you are pregnant and have to take the lead for me."

Yao smiled gently and leaned on his chest.

"Husband and wife are one. They share the same fate. Why are you saying all this? You are my husband. I don't know much about the affairs of the government. I am so happy to share your worries right now."

Zhu Deming held his wife in his arms with great pity.

Since she became pregnant, Yao's temperament has become gentler.

"After this matter is settled, I will take leave and stay home with you and mother. Right now, I have to go to Yulan Town. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be home before midnight. I will leave the affairs of the house to Madam."

Yao came out of his arms.

"Then be careful on the road, go early and come back early."

Zhu Deming responded with an "OK" and hurriedly left with his entourage.

Yao watched his back disappear before she instructed the maidservant beside her, "Baozhu, take the prescription to the Xinglin Clinic and get some medicine. Have the kitchen prepare it before midnight. I'll personally bring it to the master."

Baozhu bowed, took the prescription and trotted away.

……

After leaving Zhu's house, Song Yuntang returned to the clinic to continue his work.

In the evening, Xu Wencheng returned to the clinic.

He still had injuries on his face.

"Sister-in-law, Fang Tianci has already closed the shop, and all the remaining food has been transported back to the farm. Those who have families in the shop have been asked to go home first. I will notify you after the New Year."

Song Yuntang nodded and looked at the wound on his face.

"What's the matter with this injury?"

Xu Wencheng covered his face.

"Well, when I went there today, I happened to see some refugees stealing food from customers in the shop. Liang Ping, Ayou, Fang Tianci, and my sister-in-law's cousin couldn't stop them, so I went over to help. I was accidentally hit by the refugees when they were stealing things."

Song Yuntang frowned and went behind the counter to get some blood-activating and blood-stasis-dispersing medicine.

"Let the refugees steal what they want. At worst, we can just give the customers a second helping. If something happens to us later, we won't have anywhere to cry."

Xu Wencheng chuckled.

"I didn't think much about it at the time, but I learned later."

After Song Yuntang boiled the medicine, he crushed the residue with a stone mortar and tied it into a piece of cotton cloth. Then he asked Xu Wencheng to sit next to him, dipped the medicine in the liquid, and began to rub the bruises on the side of his face.

Seeing him frown and hiss, Song Yuntang rubbed his skin while saying, "This is the most effective way to disperse the blood stasis. It should be completely gone in three days. I have to go home for the New Year in a few days, so I don't want to worry my elders at home."

After hearing this, Xu Wencheng endured the pain and let Song Yuntang continue to apply medicine to him.

It was indeed painful at first.

But as he rubbed further back, the pain eased a little. Looking up at the girl in front of him, Xu Wencheng's eyes were filled with gratitude.

He grinned heartlessly.

"Sister-in-law, you are such a nice person."

Song Yuntang glanced at him and said, "Don't play the nice guy card on me. You got injured while protecting my shop. How can I ignore you?"

As she spoke, she handed the medicine bag in her hand to Xia Ning who was standing beside her.

"Continue massaging Wencheng with my previous technique for another quarter of an hour. There are other patients waiting in the shop, so I have to go to the front hall for a while."