Chapter 550 The Ming Dynasty Will Destroy
Jiang Qingzhi walked into the bedroom, and Huang Jin said happily, "Didn't you say there are still two or three days?"
"On the way, I heard that Lord Xiong was not feeling well, so I came here with my guards." Jiang Qingzhi walked to the bedside. The imperial physician remembered that Jiang Qingzhi had solved the problem of the late crown prince last time, so he held on to a glimmer of hope and said, "Lord Xiong's teeth are now clenched, and he cannot take the medicine..."
"When you get old, you have to accept your age. As the saying goes, guard against the wind as you would guard against an arrow. Mr. Xiong was careless." Jiang Qingzhi sat down and looked at Xiong Jia's face carefully.
There is penicillin in the space, but Jiang Qingzhi doesn't know if it is suitable for the disease. But I think in this era, penicillin can be called a miracle drug!
But Jiang Qingzhi was not prepared to use this magic weapon until the last moment.
He asked some questions and finally called Xiong Jia's followers, "What was Xiong Gong's last thing?"
The attendant said, "The minister was thinking about who to appoint as the governor of Suzhou. Many people asked him to take over, but he refused.
He said that the people in Suzhou Prefecture had just settled down, and if the people he arranged were not appropriate, the good situation that Chang Wei Bo had worked so hard to achieve would be reversed. Therefore, the Shangshu was a little distracted, and forgot to put on his cloak when he went out, and was blown by the wind... and fell down when he came back."
Old bear!
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Xiong Jia, whose face was grim but whose cheekbones were red, and said, "I want to stay alone with Xiong Gong."
One of Xiong Jia's sons came in and looked at the imperial physician. He thought, your eldest, Wilbur, is not a doctor. What is he going to do? "This..."
The imperial physician said happily, "Alright, alright!" As he said that, he pulled Xiong Jia's son out and whispered, "The Mohists may have some means to make bones grow and the dead come alive."
Xiong Jia's son smiled bitterly, "If someone had such ability, why would Long Wei Bo be the only one?"
Not to mention Jiang Qingzhi's mother, his grandfather and father passed away one after another. If the Mo family had such means, would he not use it?
Imperial Physician: “…”
Huang Jin hurried back to the palace and learned that the first thing Jiang Qingzhi did after returning to Beijing was to go to the Xiong family. The Taoist scolded him, "You little bastard, you didn't even know how to report the news."
Huang Jin said: "When I saw Lord Changwei, I saw that he was dusty and had cuts on his face from the wind. He looked quite scary..."
The Taoist frowned and said, "Get some... I don't have anything like that here."
Huang Jin said: "Your Majesty, the harem, the harem..."
"That's right." Dao Ye suddenly realized, "Those monkeys...those women have this thing, go find some, and wait for him to enter the palace later and let him take it back."
Huang Jin asked someone to ask for it from Concubine Lu Jingfei. Concubine Lu was puzzled, "Your Majesty wants it?"
She was a little confused, and then she felt a sense of crisis. After the visitor left, she called Chen Yan and asked, "Your Majesty, is there anyone new here recently?"
"I haven't heard of it." Chen Yan was also puzzled. At this time, someone came to report, "Madam, they said that Chang Wei Bo has returned to the capital."
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." Concubine Lu Jing put aside the matter and said with emotion: "My brother said last time that there have been undercurrents in the court recently. Duke Cheng and others joined forces with Yan Song and others to barely block the offensive over there. But it was just a laborious support. Chang Wei Bo is back, and those people... I'm afraid they're in trouble."
Chen Yan smiled and said, "That's right. Your Majesty, don't tell me, when Chang Wei Bo was in the capital, I didn't feel anything. But when he left, I realized that without him, it was like losing a pillar!"
The pillar of the family was sitting beside Xiong Jia's bed at this moment, and whispered: "...those people were so daring that they not only organized people to ambush the soldiers, but later they dared to assassinate me in the street. Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise, Mr. Xiong, I'm afraid that what you see today is my coffin."
Jiang Qingzhi was ready to use penicillin and was making a final effort.
Some people are dying, but they can still survive for a long time, sometimes for ten days or half a month. This medical miracle has a name.
Obsession!
Jiang Qingzhi bet that Xiong Jia had an obsession in his heart, and this obsession was the last thing he had not accomplished: the selection of the prefect of Suzhou.
A person with a strong sense of responsibility also has the strongest obsession.
Xiong Jia was selfless and impartial. Since he took charge of the Ministry of Personnel, whenever he was asked to fill an important position, he would carefully consider the person he recommended and make sure that the person he recommended was suitable. If he was not suitable, he would blame himself and feel uneasy.
Jiang Qingzhi sensed the penicillin in the space and felt a little reluctant, but at the same time he was also wondering, what would happen if the penicillin was divided into several injections?
In this era without antibodies, half a dose or even one-fifth would be enough, right?
But whether penicillin can be preserved after opening is a question.
"Suzhou is the richest place in the world. Not only is the agriculture there great, but the industry and commerce there are also unique in the Ming Dynasty, and it has huge potential. If it can be controlled well, it will be the granary and money warehouse of the court. If it is used by the wrong people, Mr. Xiong, Suzhou will once again become a place for scholars and officials to share the spoils. Can you bear to see this?"
"Hey! Wake up!" Jiang Qingzhi was in a hurry to travel and had not slept all night. In addition, he had moved from a cold place to a warm house, so he felt more and more sleepy.
His eyelids drooped.
"I say, at least make a sound!"
"squeak!"
Jiang Qingzhi nodded his head sharply and looked up: "..."
At some point, Xiong Jia woke up and was looking at him with a sad face.
"Is this old man in the underworld?"
Xiong Jia sighed, "Chang Wei Bo's face is covered in blood. He must have been ambushed and killed along the way. It's a pity that the young man's ambitions were not fulfilled... and he met me in the underworld. How sad! How regrettable! How painful!"
Jiang Qingzhi touched the crack on his face and said, "How do you feel now?"
Xiong Jia stretched out his hand tremblingly. Jiang Qingzhi lowered his head and the old man touched his cheek. "Hey! It's warm."
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly realized at this moment, "Someone come! Someone come!"
The imperial physician rushed in and was overjoyed to see Xiong Jia wake up. "Chang Wei Bo really is a miracle doctor who can bring Xiong Jia back to health!"
Jiang Qingzhi laughed dryly, stood up and said, "By the way, Lord Xiong, the Ministry of Personnel is in chaos now that you are gone. Your Majesty is in a state of panic. Someone has ulterior motives and wants to take control of the Ministry of Personnel for his own personal gain..."
"Who?" Xiong Jia coughed, his eyes sparkling.
"Ru, Xu!" Jiang Qingzhi pointed out two words.
The old man suddenly burst out with amazing vitality. He sat up on his own without anyone's help and stretched out his hand, "Give me the medicine!"
The imperial physician was about to check his pulse, "It's not boiled yet!" "Hurry up, don't dawdle." The old man shook his hand away, "I'm not sick, I just caught a cold. A few doses of medicine to make me sweat is better than anything else."
People say that long illness makes a good doctor. The old man's words made the imperial doctors nod their heads frequently.
Jiang Qingzhi walked out of the bedroom and was immediately refreshed by the cold wind.
The old man's children and grandchildren all saluted.
"Thanks, Long Wilbur!"
"What is this... It just happened to me." Jiang Qingzhi wasted some saliva and shamelessly took the credit.
He touched his belly and said, "Is there anything to eat? A bowl of hot soup."
When the cook of the Xiong family learned that the old man was rescued by Jiang Qingzhi, he burst out with great strength. Jiang Qingzhi praised the bowl of noodle soup that condensed thirty years of skills.
After eating the noodles, the old man also took some medicine, and immediately broke out in a sweat.
The imperial physician felt Jiang Qingzhi's pulse and said, "It's fine! It's fine!"
Jiang Qingzhi felt relieved, and in the eyes of others, he was happy for Xiong Jia.
But he didn't know that Jiang was half happy that he had saved the penicillin.
"Change clothes!" The old man felt refreshed after sweating and actually wanted to change into official uniform to go to the Ministry of Personnel.
The children and grandchildren could not persuade him any more, so they hurried to invite Jiang Qingzhi who was about to go back.
Jiang Qingzhi entered the bedroom and saw Xiong Jia scolding his children and grandchildren, so he advised: "Why are you so anxious?"
"Don't let those people recommend the position of Suzhou prefect!" Xiong Jia said.
"Now that I'm back, who will take over the post of Suzhou prefect? Can they bypass me?" Jiang Qingzhi said.
"That's right." The old man looked at Jiang Qingzhi and suddenly fell down.
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi was greatly shocked, his children and grandchildren were dumbfounded, the imperial physician hurried over to take his pulse, and everyone watched with bated breath.
After a long while, the imperial physician turned back and said, "I am sleepy."
The old man was sleeping soundly. Jiang Qingzhi touched his forehead and turned around and said, "If there is anything, send someone to report to the palace."
"Yes."
Jiang Qingzhi was sent out by the whole family with numerous thanks. Outside, the autumn wind was blowing hard and a red leaf floated over. Jiang Qingzhi stretched out his hand and the red leaf happened to fall into his palm.
"good sign!"
Jiang Qingzhi rode his horse to Xiyuan.
The autumn wind blows and the crab's feet itch... No, it's the flowers that are turning yellow.
Most of the flowers, plants and trees in Xiyuan have withered, but you can still see a lot of green.
Jiang Qingzhi coughed dryly, "Newly planted?"
The eunuch who led the way turned around and said with a smile: "Yes! They were planted in the summer. It is said that they were brought from Yunnan. After many attempts, they finally managed to grow such a large area..."
When they arrived at the West Garden, the eunuch reported to an old eunuch, "This Long Wei Bo is actually quite interested in flowers and trees, which shows that he is an elegant person."
The old eunuch asked, "You didn't tell me the origins of those flowers and trees, did you?"
The eunuch was surprised and asked, "I have said it, why is it inappropriate?"
"That's totally wrong!" the old eunuch scolded, "If those flowers and trees are moved later, it will be your fault."
The flower thief was outside the palace at the moment, talking to Zhang Tong out of boredom.
"Long Wilbur, they say you were very powerful in Suzhou and killed many people. Is that true?"
"Nonsense, I have nothing wrong with it."
"Ahem!" Huang Jin came out, "Your Majesty wants you to come in."
Jiang Qingzhi walked into the hall. The Taoist priest was sorting out the things on the table. They were all Taoist books, the elixirs that Jiang Qingzhi had advised him to take countless times, and a few talismans...
"Are you here?" The Taoist pushed all the things under the table, sat up straight, and looked at Jiang Qingzhi carefully.
"You...are you still taking that stuff?" Jiang Qingzhi saw the pill with his sharp eyes. "Your Majesty, this pill may be good, but there are countless emperors who have taken pills throughout the dynasties. Can you count which one lived a long life?"
"Ahem!" The Taoist coughed uncomfortably, "Tell me about the situation in Suzhou Prefecture."
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Susong and other places are rich. Whoever controls those places controls the money bag and granary of the Ming Dynasty!"
Daoye sighed, "I know, but that is the place for scholars and officials, how difficult it is."
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Your Majesty, the southeast is close to the sea, and maritime trade is very profitable. And places like Suzhou and Songjiang have prosperous commerce and developed crafts. With the help of maritime trade, this is a self-contained pattern."
He said seriously: "If we don't have Suzhou and Songjiang, the Ming Dynasty...will perish!"
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