The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 213 Scholars Parade
It turns out it’s not a plague!
Song Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief and said to the anxious Xiuniang, "It's not a plague, but a poisoning. The number of people is limited, so it can be controlled. All of this is the work of King Ping."

Xiuniang was finally relieved, "I thought it was a bit strange, the little girl at home was so seriously ill, but even the parents who took care of her were not infected.

Moreover, after taking Jiang Ling's medicine, he recovered quickly. If it was a plague, how could it be cured so easily?

Girl, what should we do now? " Qi Sheng and Hua Lao were locked in the Jing Factory, and it was not easy to find someone to discuss.

"We'll slowly think of a solution." Song Qingwan looked relaxed as she slowly walked out of the room where she had been cooped up for several days.

The two maids outside the door were shocked when they saw her come out. The girl had been in contact with the little girl, so how could she be shocked?

The two maids were also the people who had the closest contact with Song Qingwan. They were wearing masks at this time, but they were not afraid to serve Song Qingwan. Fortunately, the girl had no symptoms.

"Where are you going, young lady?" Song Qingwan couldn't be so cruel as to harm her own family, so when she went out, she had to have something to do.

"What appeared is not a plague but a poison. I'll go to the main house." Song Qingwan put her hands behind her back and continued to walk out of the courtyard. The two maids behind her looked at each other and finally took off their masks, but they were suffocated. It turned out that everything was fake!
"Fake?!"

In the main room of the second house, the family gathered together and did their own things. They were not worried about being infected at all, but Song Qingwan was too cautious and locked herself up.

"It's really fake. I told you, the plague is very scary, but I'm not panicked at all this time." Father Song patted his chest as proof.

Song Niang didn't have the heart to expose him for tossing and turning and sighing every day.

"What was King Ping trying to do by making such a big fuss? The earthquake happened long time ago, and my sister hadn't moved the food at that time." Song Qingping was a little confused, and couldn't understand this chaotic situation.

Song Qingwan leaned back in the chair, comfortably nestled in the soft drink chair and warmed herself by the fire, and said lazily, "The purpose of setting up a scheme to create panic and unrest is nothing more than to destroy the emperor's reputation, so that the world can exclude the emperor and push him to the throne.

If he rebelled at that time, he would have a legitimate reason and would have the support of the ignorant people.

Later, the reason why he led so many forces to target the Seiko Factory was simply to force me to hand over the Princess's food, and the other forces were probably just fighting for business."

"Then why aren't you anxious, sister? They've already bitten your door." Song Qingfang kept eating like a little mouse.

This made Song Qingwan very envious. In fact, she also wanted to eat, but she couldn't. During pregnancy, unless she was hungry, she had to control her food intake and insist on exercising to control her weight.

I can't imagine how she can jump up after becoming a fat girl? !

Song Qingwan looked away with difficulty. She wanted to stay calm and not overeat, so her tone became even more depressed, "You can't just bite back when a mad dog bites you."

"Then do you want to eat dog meat?" She looked very greedy, which made Song Qingfang even more curious.

This eldest sister is never the type to let the other party get away with it after being bullied. Moreover, pregnant women tend to have bad tempers. Just like when my mother was pregnant with Xiaoqi, she kept torturing their father.

So, what would the eldest sister do? It was hard to imagine how a star-like figure like the prince, who was unattainable, would be bullied.

How should we retaliate against the powerful King Ping who is as strong as a mountain?
"No, I want to lose weight and exercise. I just want to tell you this news. Okay, I'm going back to sleep."

How could Song Qingwan possibly sleep? She immediately issued orders after returning to the room.

"I thought the young lady wanted to discuss something with the master and his wife." Xiuniang also came back with Song Qingwan.

"I originally had this plan, but I feel like they don't need it. Everyone has a different path to take, so naturally, I don't need them to go through all this trouble. It's better to let them live a simpler life."

And for some things, knowing less may be better for your family's situation.

Song Qingwan took out the pen from the space and started writing at the desk.

“Since King Ping wants to trap us, then we should not alarm him. Let Mo Shou, Jiang Ling, and Xiao Huatian go to the place where the earthquake occurred.

Bring the antidote, treat the poisoned people, investigate the cause, and bite back at King Ping.

Besides, the earthquake was too coincidental. Let Mo Shou go and see if it was man-made. If so, reveal it and let the world know so that they can punish the murderer.

Right now the government is only preventing people from our precision factory from leaving, but supplies can be brought in. Let the factory draft up the missing materials, and I will try to get outsiders to help deliver them in.

Then it won't affect production. We'll ship the goods as scheduled. What can King Ping do to me?"

The government officials did not go too far. Perhaps preventing the people from the factory from leaving was the best they could do.

After all, isn’t there Li Minghe helping there? I just don’t know where this man is now?
But what is certain is that he is not in the capital, otherwise he would have come to see her after learning that the Song family might have been infected with the plague.

Song Qingwan occasionally couldn't help but worry about Li Minghe, but her worry was suppressed by the constant busyness.

"How do we send the message? Carrier pigeons probably won't work. There must be someone waiting in the dark and shooting it down." The key issue now is that there is no way to send messages from either the Song family or the Jing Factory.

They could ask someone to deliver the message, but that outsider might not be reliable.

Song Qingwan chuckled and put down the last stroke on the paper, "For things like sending messages, we have Zhizhi."

Song Qingwan wrote two letters, one was sent to the fine factory in the city and given to Mr. Hua, and the other was sent to the fine factory outside the city and given to Situ Boliang.

Knowing that Zhizhi would ask animals to deliver letters, Song Qingwan specially put the small piece of letter paper into a small bag made of down cloth.

The down fabric is waterproof and is khaki in color, which is suitable for cats or dogs.

"Squeak~" Song Qingwan shouted loudly, and soon, the canary brought back two fat orange cats, and each of them had a dried fish in its mouth.

They looked naive and cute. Xiuniang laughed and said, "Do they really know the way?" She expressed her doubt.

"Of course I know them. They have been trained by us, Zhizhi." They are all stray cats taken in by Canary, and have been trained by it.

Zhizhi was quite proud and kept chattering and giving encouragement to the two cats.

Song Qingwan secured the bag with a rope and hung it around the cat's neck, and Xiuniang also came to help.

The two cats stayed still obediently until they were done. Then they suddenly jumped up and quickly climbed onto the roof. During the day, they only walked on the roof and did not attract much attention.

Sure enough, the two cats completed their mission very well. Half an hour after one of them went out, it brought back a reply from Mr. Hua.

An hour later, another cat also brought back a reply from Situ Boliang and Jiang Ling. It turned out that Jiang Ling also quickly discovered that those patients were not infected with the plague, but were poisoned.

He had also cured the people in the factory and was preparing to negotiate with the government to have them release him, but he unexpectedly received Song Qingwan's order.

Of course, there was no need to alert the government or other forces. Jiang Ling, Mo Shou and Xiao Huatian had already begun preparations and would immediately set off for the earthquake site 500 miles away.

The list of materials missing from the precision factory has also reached Song Qingwan's hands.

Song Qingwan used the same method to deliver letters, sometimes using cats, sometimes dogs, and even mice became their correspondents.

Xiuniang prepares the payment for the goods on the side. Pay first and then ship the goods. I believe there is no one who would not want to do this business.

You know, nowadays the searches are very strict and business is getting harder and harder to do. Jing Factory has a large order volume and is also an old customer, so naturally they all support Song Qingwan.

Then people discovered that the Seiji factory could still produce normally even when no one was around. Were they infected with the plague? How could they still work?!

Until one day, a young wife was infected and died. Her husband was a scholar, and those classmates who went to mourn his wife were also infected with the plague.

This has undoubtedly aroused public anger. You have killed others, but you are still busy making money. This is simply inhumane!
The scholars were so angry that they dragged the wife's body to the gate of the factory to ask for an explanation. The husband was afraid that he was too weak to compete with the factory and might be bullied and treated unfairly.

Therefore, they hung up a long white banner, hoping to attract more people's attention and find those knowledgeable people who are just and willing to lend a helping hand.

For a while, on the cold streets, the husband and his classmates kept running around and shouting, crying as they told their experiences and demands, and begging the people around them for help.

On the cart in front of them, the wife's arms were exposed, covered with spots of rot. Some of the scholars' faces were also rotten, but not as seriously.

Isn't this a symptom of the plague? The scholars' voices echoed in the air, carrying endless sorrow and despair, and their voices became hoarse from crying for a long time.

But they did not give up and still persisted in asking for an explanation from the Seiko Factory. Such a scene makes people feel pity and sad for their experience.

But these people are infected with the plague after all! This is a deadly thing, who wouldn't be afraid?

How could ordinary people dare to approach them easily? Everyone stayed away from them for fear of being infected.

Only those scholars whose heads are filled with resentment and passion will rush forward regardless of everything, covering their faces and following behind the scholars to seek justice from the Seiko Factory.

When Song Qingwan received the news, she was also very surprised, "What did you say? Yu Ajiao is dead?"

Isn’t it too sudden?

Song Qingwan seemed to still see the jealous look on the girl's face as she stepped on her. How long had she been married to the Lu family? And she died?!

"Yes, body decay is indeed similar to the symptoms of the plague, but the problem is that the plague is fake, and it is even less likely to have spread from our factory.

What's even more strange is that her husband didn't get the plague, but it was the classmates who went to pay their respects who got it?" Xiuniang's face turned black, and she didn't understand what these people were up to for a moment.

The more Song Qingwan listened, the weirder her expression became. "I heard from my neighbors before that Lu Qianze used Gillian to do business. You know, it's human flesh trading.

Venereal disease also has similar symptoms, with pain in the limbs and mildew on the face and head, which is caused by sexual intercourse with women who have scabies and are exposed to the poisonous gas from them.

The chatterbox Lu Qianze, whom the unfortunate Yu Ajiao had tried every possible means to get, finally destroyed himself in order to save her from having to do anything.

Song Qingwan will never forget that the mother and daughter of the Yu family harmed her mother and Xiaoqi. Now that they are dead, they are being used by Lu Qianze to deal with the Song family. He really did not waste any opportunity.

"Tell this to Elder Hua, bring Doctor Luo over, and pay a large sum of money to invite Mrs. Zhu to come out and testify."

Wasn't it Mrs. Zhu who lived next door to the Song family who told Song Qingwan about Yu Ajiao's news? If she offered a hundred taels, I believe Mrs. Zhu could tell me when Lu Qianze would poop.

"By the way, tell this news to Widow Yu in the cell." Widow Yu's exile schedule seemed to have been changed, but she was still alive and well in the prison.

It's a good way to make use of waste. Song Qingwan wanted to see if this calculating woman had the ability to avenge her daughter.

The matter was quite urgent, so Song Qingwan asked Zhizhi to dispatch more animals to get the news to Old Hua as quickly as possible.

The heavy door of the fine factory was opened with a creak, and a gentle and elegant old man in a simple and elegant robe walked towards the noisy crowd outside with his posture as straight as a pine tree.

His facial features were soft and his smile was amiable, as if making people feel the warmth of spring. His demeanor revealed a profound wisdom and restrained temperament that made people want to get close to him and listen to his teachings.

"It's Mr. Yuansheng!" Someone exclaimed, and the crowd suddenly quieted down. It can be seen how much Hua Yuansheng's reputation is admired, especially by literati.

But what many scholars don’t understand is why such a master of Confucianism would have dealings with a sophisticated factory like this one with a strong smell of money?
Song Qingwan has always behaved in a capricious and domineering manner. Could it be that the old gentleman was forced into this?
"gentlemen!"

Many people wanted to get to the bottom of it, but at this time, Lu Qianze took the lead.

Lu Qianze had red eyes and a haggard face. He spoke in a hoarse voice with full of grievances, "Sir, please do something for my student." He knelt straight down in the snow.

It seems that he has special trust in Mr. Hua. He is full of sincerity and enthusiasm for him. He does not believe that Mr. Hua is in cahoots with the Jing Factory and wants to give him justice.

Hua Lao looked at the banners at the bottom of the steps calmly and gently, his eyes flickering slightly, "What do you mean, talented people?"

You all want to become famous by dragging down Song Qingwan, right?
Song Qingwan has huge wealth now, but she is still an unofficial woman who has an ambiguous relationship with the prince. It can be said that she is notorious. If they can scold such a person, I am afraid these scholars will become famous.

"Sir, my wife died of the plague. Since there is a plague in the factory, why do you still want to open the factory and harm people?
Our neighbor, the Yang family, contracted the food for the fine factory. It was they who went in and out of the fine factory and came into contact with my wife and the scholar next door. Both my wife and the scholar were infected with the plague by the Yang family.

The Yang family had a fine factory to treat the patient, and the scholar was in good health and his condition was mild. Only his wife, who was a woman with a weak body, could not resist the illness and died.

She is still pregnant with my child! Not only that, but the classmates who came to pay their respects were also infected.

The Jing Factory has done a lot of harm to people," Lu Qianze knelt in the snow, crying.

"Oh~ You are so pitiful! Bah! It's all fake! You hot-headed scholars have been fooled by Lu Qianze! He is nothing better than a pig or a dog."

Mrs. Zhu stood out from behind Old Hua. She put her hands on her hips and glanced at Lu Qianze with contempt. She looked so full of fighting spirit, as if she was wearing a suit of armor.

Fixed~