Xia Xiaodong shook his head: "Isn't it just the draft?
I'll just go there.
It's nothing.
It's just that Zhang Wenmao is a nice kid.
I just hope he can get better."
Even without Magistrate Zhang doing the right thing, Xia Xiaodong didn't plan to quickly find someone to get engaged to, which would naturally meet the requirements of a show girl and she would also participate in the talent show.
Xia Xiaodong doesn't have any rebellious mentality.
Similar to Zhang Boan, if you want me to go, then I won't go.
Such an idea seemed meaningless to Xia Xiaodong.
It can only be said that what Magistrate Zhang did to force himself to participate in the talent show was like a bad clown dancing solo to entertain himself.
The only annoying thing is that the matter of sending food for disaster relief was discredited.
I am still a mortal after passing through, I have not become a god, so it would be better not to challenge the imperial power system.
If you have to go, go, maybe you can even see a live version of Jin Zhi Yue Sin.
"How old are you to call Zhang Wenmao a child?"
Feng Shiqian laughed: "Now the famous doctors in Suzhou City have been invited long ago, and I heard that they sent people to Langshan County to invite the miracle doctor Jian.
Probably in the future.
The day has arrived.”
"Oh" Xia Xiaodong's eyes lit up: "Wait a minute."
Xia Xiaodong hurried away, found pen and ink and wrote down the five-flavored medicine.
Cinnamon twig, peony, licorice, jujube, ginger.
This is the famous Guizhi Soup.
Guizhi soup is so famous, and it only has five flavors, of which jujube and ginger are ingredients, so Xia Xiaodong can remember it.
Just the specific dosage and usage of each medicinal ingredient, I have no idea at all.
"Brother Feng, please help me think of a way."
Xia Xiaodong handed Fang Sheng what he had written to Feng Shiqian: "Give it to that miracle doctor Jian.
Maybe it will be enlightening, but not necessarily."
Since he is called a miracle doctor, he must have two brushes.
Now that we have the names of the medicines, let’s make a recipe and come up with a summary.
Xia Xiaodong muttered in his heart, Zhang Wenmao, we actually have no friendship, so we can only help you here.
Whether you can be a good person or not depends on your luck.
Feng Shiqian didn't ask any more questions and put it away happily, saying it was a piece of cake.
After sending Feng Shiqian away, Xia Xiaodong sent Xiao Junpeng, who was already dozing on a chair and acting as a light bulb, back to the outer courtyard.
There is nothing you can do, after all, you are seeing a foreign boy, and a girl's family always needs a brother to accompany her, even if this brother is only seven years old.
When I came back and passed the martial arts training ground, I looked from a distance and saw Ning Junwu actually coming, standing side by side with his father Xia Bashan, not knowing what he was talking about.
Xia Xiaodong twisted his head and left quickly.
She kept her head down and just walked away, but Ah Shuang shouted anxiously from behind: "Girl, Sister Ji seems to be looking for you."
Well, Xia Xiaodong stopped and took a look, and sure enough, Lu Yunzhi's nun, Aunt Ji, was walking from the side, as if she was coming for him.
Xia Xiaodong had a good impression of this upright woman.
He stopped immediately, smiled and nodded in greeting: "Hello, Grandma Ji."
Nanny Ji walked straight to two steps in front of Xia Xiaodong and bent slightly: "Hello, Miss Xia.
I happen to be looking for a girl for something."
As she spoke, Nanny Ji took out an ingot-colored purse from her waist.
The purse is very simple, without any decoration or embroidery.
It is only hemmed with sapphire blue brocade and equipped with a pearl button.
It looks very comfortable.
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"This is a 10,000-tael silver note."
A maid behind Grandma Ji had already pulled Ah Shuang away, so Grandma Ji pointed out the silver code directly: "What Miss Lu meant was to distribute rations to let the victims disperse.
It’s a good idea.
I think Miss Xia’s money will be almost spent, so Miss Lu will take over.
I just need to ask Miss Xia for help.”
Although Aunt Ji is the one who follows Lu Yunzhi and will intervene in Lu Yunzhi's daily life, she never calls Lu Yunzhi her master, or my girl.
Apparently she didn't consider herself a slave.
This kind of self-esteem makes Xia Xiaodong respect him very much.
Xia Xiaodong understood what Lu Yunzhi meant.
If Lu Yunzhi takes over, then, with the huge aura of the Lu family, the Xia family will of course be overshadowed, and the rumors about hoarding or deductions will naturally fade away.
And in this way, it is equivalent to showing support for the Xia family.
Anyone who embarrasses the Xia family in the matter of disaster relief is equivalent to embarrassing the Lu family.
"Thank you, Sister Yunzhi."
Xia Xiaodong did not reach out to take the purse, but took the hand of Nanny Ji holding the purse, gently pushed it back, and took a step closer, saying softly: "It's just the food.
In fact, it was smuggled in from outside.
It’s okay if it’s a small incident.
At most, it’s not a big deal if the amount is big.”
Aunt Ji nodded.
Lu Yunzhi's idea was of course discussed with Aunt Ji.
For the Lu family, this is just a piece of cake.
The Lu family doesn't have much else but a lot of money.
Any problem that money can solve is not a problem.
If Xia Xiaodong could be in love with her, Lu Yunzhi would feel more comfortable.
After all, Lu Yunzhi basically got a benefit from the Suzhou Stone incident, and it was a huge benefit.
But for Xia Xiaodong, now is not the time to invite Lu Yunzhi, the giant Buddha.
A small rumor, nothing really.
Let’s take hoarding as an example.
It’s not a problem in itself.
We just like to worry about hoarding to prevent disasters.
Even if there is any problem, it’s just that we didn’t come up with it earlier.
Withholding military rations is no longer a problem.
It would be rare if we don't withhold military rations.
If we use this to make things difficult for Xia Bashan, it will simply arouse public outrage.
What's more, Xia Bashan really didn't skimp.
It wasn't that he was very honest and noble, but it was enough to take the time for a long time.
It would be better to leave some space for the people below.
"By the way, this year's draft will go on as usual, Miss Xia, have you heard?"
Aunt Ji calmly put away her purse and turned to gossip.
"Did you originally say not to proceed?"
Xia Xiaodong asked curiously.
"Because the disaster in the Western Vietnam area affected Xuannan, someone once proposed to exempt Xuannan Province from the draft."
Aunt Ji was well aware of the latest developments: "Fortunately, the situation eased later.
So when Zhang Bo'an reported his merits, he also The matter of the draft was brought up.”
I see.
Having just been freed from the predicament of disaster victims, he is about to plunge into the fiery talent show.
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The prefect is really busy.
Zhang Boan is indeed very busy.
Nowadays, the house is restless, the son is seriously ill, the wife is excited, the daughter is adding fuel to the fire, and the concubine is helping to add fuel to the fire, which makes Zhang Boan simply sigh and hide in the front office.
At this time, he secretly regretted that he should not have listened to his daughter's wife's idea and forced Xia Xiaodong to become a show girl.
If he could stick to his original intention and take the initiative to sincerely ask for marriage for his son, maybe the Xia family would really agree.
After all, Zhang Wenmao still had a good reputation.
In this case, if my son is happy, his condition may get better.
As a man who was once young, Zhang Boan certainly knows what joy it will bring to marry his sweetheart.
However, because he took his son out of the city and contracted the disease, he really couldn't stand up in front of his wife.
In addition, his daughter was very angry and firmly disagreed with Xia Xiaodong being his sister-in-law, so he had to give in in the end.
How can a mother compare with a father when it comes to understanding her son?
Zhang Boan thought angrily, circling in the front hall with his hands behind his back.
"Dong Weng," Chen Yuanbo came over hurriedly: "The official document from the Zongren Mansion has come down
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