"In short, things are on the right track. Brother Li is there to communicate with the government. The only thing left is to prove to the government that we do have the ability to cure the plague, so that we can defraud the funds..."

Gu Huai led Qingming across the threshold of Li's Mansion, and said as he walked through his thoughts:

"The plague is serious enough to close the city, and the dead refugees are piled up in mountains. The one who is most distressed is definitely the governor of Jiangning. At this time, someone jumped out and said that the plague can be cured. He definitely wants to give it a try. If he spends money

That will solve the problem...Officials are all very rich."

Qingming thought for a while: "It's also possible that he might be regarded as a charlatan."

"It's unlikely that Mr. Qian and Brother Li will come forward, but the necessary preparations still need to be made, and at least the appearance must be put together."

Having said this, Gu Huai stopped in the middle of the garden. He looked at Qingming, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Qingming became alert: "What?"

"Nothing...how to get to the kitchen?"

After all, this is a princess mansion, and the dining room is very large. Gu Huai, who came here for the first time, was surprised as soon as he walked in. At this time, so many refugees outside the city couldn't afford to eat, and the various meat dishes here... were really shocking.

A person who likes to cook has some itchy hands.

Qingming didn't ask him what he wanted to do, but it saved him some time to explain. He lowered his head and looked at the dazzling array of condiments. He rolled up the sleeves of his Confucian shirt and picked up the spoon.

Qingming was really surprised at this time. Daqian attaches great importance to literary style. Which scholar is not proud of his status and only likes to play with his pen? Things like daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, in their view, are insulting to the gentlemen. Looking at Gu Huai's attitude...

.Do you want to cook by yourself?

What kind of madness is this?

"Didn't you say that a gentleman lives far away from the kitchen?"

"Where is this kind of respect, a gentleman will not eat? People who say this have obviously not been hungry before." Gu Huai obviously despises this statement, "And should I say it... I have always been brave

I like cooking.”

He glanced at the eggs neatly stacked aside and raised his eyebrows.

After a few months, I have almost become accustomed to the food of this era. It is still mainly cooking. Although there are stir-fried dishes, most of them are out of place and have poor taste. The meals in the Princess Mansion are like this. It is not difficult to imagine that

What kind of food do ordinary people eat on weekdays?

After picking up a few eggs and sesame oil, Gu Huai felt a little regretful as he saw steaming rice in the steamer beside him, remembering a line he had read in his previous life.

It still has to be fried with overnight rice to make it taste better.

But I can only make do with it, heat the pan with oil, chop the shallots into chopped green onions, then break the eggs into a bowl and beat them with chopsticks. When the oil is warm enough, pour the golden egg liquid into the pan and let the heat rise.

It's the aroma of food.

Qingming, who was standing in the distance, wrinkled his little nose and looked at the busy figure at a loss. There must be a lot of men in this era who can cook, but the man in front of him clearly couldn't lift his shoulders or lift his hands. He couldn't even eat.

A scholar, otherwise how could he become a shield used by Li Mingzhu to fool the court?

First, he was able to cure the plague inexplicably, and then he showed no trace of the pedantry of a scholar... Is he really still the same Gu Huai who went to the gambling house the day after he got married?

After a while, the fire on the stove dimmed, and Gu Huai was holding two plates. He was a little surprised to find that Qingming was distracted.

Although this girl is always cold, looks silly, and is only as tall as her chest, she always looks alert. Is she thinking about something?

He sat down at the table and waved to Qingming. Qingming came back to his senses and looked at the plate:

"Can this be eaten?"

"What are you talking about?" Gu Huai glanced at her, picked up the spoon and took a taste with some dissatisfaction, "Of course it tastes very good."

Qingming hesitated for a moment, and then sat down, imitating Gu Huai's example, he scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully. After a while, his big eyes shone with surprise.

Gu Huai saw all this and was very satisfied in his heart. As a girl...if you want to ask for something, you must coax her first. This girl seems to be immune to good words, so she can only start with food.

"It's delicious." Qingming took another bite, "What is this?"

Having been with Li Mingzhu for more than ten years, she has tasted everything from delicacies to street snacks, but this is the first time she has seen this kind of food.

Between the white rice grains, golden scrambled eggs loom, garnished with green chopped green onions, and the unique fragrance, which makes people appetite.

"Egg fried rice," Gu Huai paused, "A little taller...you can call me Jin Yu Man Tang."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The question seemed to be on point, and the atmosphere seemed to be in place... Gu Huai put down his spoon: "Well... I want to borrow some money."

The spoon dropped and Qingming was shocked: "Are you asking a maid to borrow money?"

"Of course I'm not borrowing it from you... To be precise, I'm planning to borrow some from the government." Gu Huai didn't feel embarrassed at all. "I'll pay it back in a few days at most. Doesn't this mean I need to open a pharmacy? There's not even a pharmacy.

How do you trick...the government into allocating money to control the plague?"

Qingming looked at him steadily, put down the spoon after a while, stood up and took out the small floral purse: "A dish at Fulinlou only costs dozens of yuan, I will give you a whole..."

Gu Huai looked a little frustrated: "Don't mention...everything can be discussed. How about we listen to the plan first?"

Probably thinking of the scholar's irregularity these days, and the relieved smile on the city wall, Qingming hesitated for a moment, but still did not leave, quietly waiting for the next chapter.

"I said before that if we want to control the plague in the shortest possible time, it will definitely not work if we rely on a disorganized medicine shop without private organizations, or an inefficient and corrupt government," Gu Huai pondered for a moment, "and I have no intention of earning refugees.

Therefore, it is the best way to open a pharmacy and let the government allocate funds for the pharmacy to treat refugees. This can not only solve the current epidemic situation but also earn money from the government."

"Will the government agree?"

"If someone with money comes forward, and there is evidence of curing the plague, they will agree, because I don't want much," Gu Huai shook his head, "The biggest question is whether the government will take the prescription and kick us out to go it alone.

So I still have to pull Qian Lao out to support the facade... I have to meet Qian Lao again, but no one can refuse this kind of opportunity to be famous in history."

"Where are you going to find so many doctors?"

"Even a rough guy can follow the instructions, why does it have to be a doctor?"

"Is this what you and Li Di were talking about before?"

"Of course, the reason why I asked him if he wanted to be promoted is because as long as he facilitates this matter, it will be his political achievement no matter what. As for whether others will take advantage of him, that is his own business."

At the end, Gu Huai concluded: "The government has spent the least amount of money to solve the biggest problem, and they are very satisfied. The refugees outside the city no longer have to wait to die. We will start preparing from today. The first batch of antibiotics will be available in seven days at most."

If it is applied on a large scale, they will also be very satisfied; as for Mr. Qian's reputation, Li Di's political achievements, and the Li family only borrowing a little money but may get double the return...naturally they are also very satisfied."

He spread his hands and said, "Look, as long as you lend me money to open a pharmacy, everyone will be satisfied."

Qingming's big eyes narrowed nicely: "Double?"

Gu Huai became alert: "...Thirty percent?"

"Fifty percent."

"Where does this lion's mouth come from?" Gu Huai was a little annoyed, "I have to give out the prescription, I have to find the people, I have to do the things, and I just borrowed some money and want 50%? Then I might as well

Go find Mr. Qian or just find a drugstore..."

"It doesn't have to be 30%, and it doesn't have to be doubled, but you have to agree to one thing," Qingming's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, "The drug store belongs to Li Mansion."

Gu Huai was stunned for a moment, and then he said with some profound meaning: "I just want fame but no money... That's fine."

He stood up and left: "Anyway, after the plague has passed, the pharmacy will be of no use. I will let the refugees who receive treatment know that it was Li's pharmacy that saved them."

The footsteps gradually faded away. Qingming, who stayed where he was, looked down at the uneaten egg fried rice and murmured softly:
Chapter completed!