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Mei Ruohua looked a little dignified, and said slowly: "In the tradition of the Mei family, every head of the family is the person with the purest blood and the highest medical understanding in his generation."

Qing Luo: "Are you praising yourself?"

"Listen to me!" Mei Ruohua glared at her, "Among the brothers in Luochen's generation, only Luochen has the highest talent. Originally, it was only natural that the position of Patriarch be passed on to him, but—"

"but what?"

"You've seen him too, what's your impression of him?"

"He..." Qing Luo touched the silver ring, tilted her head and thought for a while, "He seems to be a very loose and unambitious person, and he seems to be in poor health..."

"That's right." Mei Ruohua nodded, "He was born with a weak disease. Back then, your grandfather asserted that he would not live to be 20 years old."

"Ah!" Qing Luo was surprised.

Although Mei Luochen does appear to be very weak, why doesn't he look like someone who is about to die...

It's no wonder that his words are always very loose and open-minded, and he doesn't care much about anything.

Qingluo suddenly felt that the ring on her hand was a little heavier.

"I don't think Xiao Er would want to be the head of this family." Mei Ruohua shook her head, "He is now maintained by the medicine specially prepared by your grandfather. No one can say how long he can live. Give you this ring, It must have his deep meaning."

Qingluo was a little hard to accept, "Can't even you cure his illness?"

"Me?" Mei Ruohua shook her head with a smile, "Don't think I'm called a genius doctor outside, but I'm nothing in front of your grandfather. If even he can't help it, then it's really helpless."

"Is the old man so powerful?"

Qingluo is somewhat fascinated by the Mei family.

Mei Ruohua looked at her expression, smiled and said, "Do you want to go?"

"I promised Mei Luochen to go to Mei's house." Qingluo originally wanted to deny her promise, but now that she knew about the ring and Mei Luochen, she had no choice but to go.

"It's good to go and have a look. I think what Xiao Er means is that he wants to give you the position of the next Patriarch." Mei Ruohua said.

"I?"

Qingluo waved her hand, "I can't, why don't you go back and take over again."

"Your grandfather can faint when he sees me, can I go back?" Mei Ruohua shook her head, then looked at Qingluo and laughed, "Hey... But, if the old man knows that I gave birth to such a smart and beautiful daughter, he should Noh is crazy, maybe you will forgive me..."

Qingluo was covered in hairs from his laughter, holding the note: "I'm leaving, you, take your time here!"

When I came here, I was empty-handed, but when I went back, I brought a large box of clothes, a thick stack of notes, and a wicked Mrs. Wang.

The servant helped her pack her things and bowed to leave.

Qingluo climbed into the carriage, and suddenly found that Lan Hao was leaning in the carriage, with her flowing hair hanging behind her, as lazy as an elegant leopard.

"Hey, this dress is okay." Lan Hao stared at her up and down, "Is it made of ice silk? Tsk tsk, such a dress is worth thousands of dollars! Your parents are really willing to give up to you."

Qingluo didn't bother to pay attention to him, sat by the window of the carriage, opened Mei Ruohua's notes, and looked down carefully.

Lan Hao leaned over: "Let me ask you, where is that Mrs. Wang?"

"died!"

"I don't believe it, you don't smell like blood."

"Then you still ask? I think you are purely looking for randomness."

"Hey, I knew you were not so cruel..." Lan Hao stretched out his hand to pull her hair, "What's so fragrant?"

Qingluo knocked off his hand, and said coldly: "I won't kill Mrs. Wang, I will take her back and put her in prison to test my poison."

Lan Hao choked suddenly.

"Hmph!" Qingluo rolled her eyes, and then turned her gaze back to the notes.

Even so, she was a little surprised.

She didn't expect Lan Hao to be such a soft-hearted and kind person.

Reminiscent of many old people and children living in his Tianji Pavilion, Qingluo also has a new understanding of him.

The ancients were right, people should not be judged by their appearance.

There was nothing to say all the way, after returning to the county government office, Qing Luo directly handed Mrs. Wang over to Butou Huang, and asked him to put him in prison to keep watch, then went straight into the study.

For a month, she hardly stepped out of the backyard except to deal with some urgent business affairs.

When she read all of Mei Ruohua's notes thoroughly, it was already late autumn outside.

The two-month deadline requested by Her Majesty has arrived.

It is time for Pingyang County to collect taxes after autumn.

Early in the morning, Qingluo put on a brand new official uniform and sat in the courtroom.Waiting for the yamen servants who went to the villages to collect taxes to come back and report the news.

Before the servants came back, she waited for Lin Si.

Since Lin Si was appointed by her as the big treasurer of Chen Jinji, he has become extremely busy. Except for sending messages with carrier pigeons, they have not seen each other for a long time.

"My lord!" Lin Si stepped in, looking refreshed.

Qingluo was pleasantly surprised: "Why did you come back when you were free and didn't tell me in advance?"

"Does your lord want your subordinates to bring food from Kyoto?" Lin Si asked someone to bring in two large boxes with a smile, and explained, "One box here is the special food of Kyoto, and the other box is for the shopkeepers of the subordinates to respect each other. Grown-up gadgets."

Qingluo smiled and admired the contents of the box, "They are quite interesting."

Lin Sixiao: "They don't dare to be ignorant."

Ever since the two of them conspired to expel shopkeeper Yu, the life of shopkeeper Yu in the Chen family in Northern Qi was not very easy.

For the rest of the counter shopkeepers, Qingluo didn't touch them much.

After all, Chan Kam Kee's business needs to be maintained and cannot be shaken casually.

These little shopkeepers are grateful to her, and send people to present things here every now and then.

"During the Mid-Autumn Festival last time, they had already sent a lot of things, so why spend more money." Qingluo smiled.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so you don't have to be polite to them. Their income is not bad." Lin Si said, "My lord, I have good news to tell you when I come back this time."

"Oh? What good news?"

"Do you still remember the rattan products and wine that were shipped to the Western Regions of Northern Qi?"

"What, there's news?" Qingluo asked.

Dazhou and the Western Regions are far away, and the things that were shipped out two months ago have only now come back.

"Yes," Lin Si also seemed a little excited, "the news from the caravan said that the Western Regions are really in midsummer, and those rattan products of your lord are very popular in the Western Regions. Not only many nobles, but even the royal family are rushing to buy them. Price It's all over the sky, and it's hard to find one!"

Green radish has extremely high prices for rattan products.

After all, it was designed by herself and woven by the people of Nanqiao Village, so the price cannot be cheap.

After all, rattan products are not necessities of life.

Because Qingluo simply positioned it as a luxury.

This is the psychology of rich people. Only words such as high price, exclusive, limited edition and customization can attract them.

(End of this chapter)

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