The civil servants originally wanted to find fault with the vaccination, but because the vaccination was so effective, Han Zhong of Shuntian Prefecture did not take sides and just discussed the matter, leaving those ministers speechless.
For Han Zhong.
The pressure on his shoulders was much lighter.
When the epidemic spreads in Shuntian Prefecture, I have trouble sleeping and eating every day. Now I finally see the dawn of eliminating the epidemic... The key is that there is a "miraculous medicine" that can prevent the disease, which means that I will never encounter acne like this again in the future. Horrible epidemics can be systematically prevented.
In this way, the people of the Ming Dynasty will have the opportunity to completely get rid of the suffering of acne and sores, which will last forever.
And all of this was accomplished when he was the Yin of Shuntian Prefecture... This was a good thing for him to have the opportunity to leave his name in history.
So now Han Zhong attaches great importance to epidemic prevention, and this seems to be his best opportunity to achieve political achievements.
The meeting is about to be dissolved.
Zhu Youtang said: "My dear friends, the first batch of medicine has basically been used everywhere in the city. I will leave a portion for you and your family. Even though this small bottle is enough for you, it is enough for you and your family." For thousands of people.”
The ministers present looked at each other.
One bottle is enough for thousands of people? What kind of medicine is this that can be so perverted?
They didn't know that smallpox was originally an airborne disease. You could get sick by spreading the virus in the air. Now, with direct blood transplantation, you can get sick even by just a tiny bit.
To the ministers present.
No one wants to be a guinea pig. Why should we, the powerful, be guinea pigs?
And they just haven't found any evidence that this medicine is ineffective. They will continue to find fault. Now let them use the medicine directly on their own family members. No one wants to be the first to take advantage of it.
If something goes wrong, the emperor will not compensate.
Zhu Youtang seems to have known the urinary nature of this group of people for a long time.
Zhu Youtang said coldly: "You can use it if you want, or if you don't need it. If you are worried about any problems with this medicine, you might as well start with the servants in the house. They usually come in and out of the house frequently and may come into contact with patients." , As for the people close to you...you can decide for yourself. Later, let Hanyuan make a list of who wants to use it, and I will have the imperial doctor come to your house to administer medicine in the next two days. Retreat from the court!"
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Zhu Youtang was still a little unhappy because of the minister's resistance to medication.
Even the emperor didn't suspect that the medicine was harmful. Everyone in the palace took the medicine, but the ministers were still suspicious?
Your lives are more valuable than those of me, the queen, the prince, the empress dowager, etc., aren’t they?
Zhu Youtang walked towards Qianqing Palace with his hands behind his back. Dai Yi quickly followed and said: "Your Majesty, the British Lord wants to see you."
"British father?"
Zhu Youtang stopped and looked back at Dai Yi, "What is he going to do?"
"I don't know." Dai Yi was also in a dilemma.
Ministers should take the initiative to ask for an audience after the court meeting. Even civil servants have such qualifications, but there must be something fishy about Wu Xun's request for an audience.
Zhu Youtang said: "The British man relies on his old age and sells his old age. Although he is loyal and upright as a minister, he is a man who has no profit and cannot afford to be young. It is probably not a good thing for him to come to see me."
"Uh..." Dai Yi also smiled bitterly.
As we all know, the British Duke Zhang Mao looks mature and serious, and usually laughs and laughs, giving people the impression of being free and uninhibited and even a polite corporal. But in fact, this man is very profit-oriented, and mean soldiers often happen in the army.
To put it bluntly, he is greedy for money and stingy.
However, the Ming Dynasty's martial arts were qualified to be greedy, and Zhang Mao was "loyal and upright". Even if the emperor knew that Zhang Mao had shortcomings, he still followed this order.
Since ancient times, kings have valued the quality of their ministers and their considerations in selecting talents have never been based on greed for money and lust. The first thing they examined was whether they were loyal or not.
"Tell him to meet him at the Qianqing Palace." Zhu Youtang did not deny Zhang Mao face, but decided to summon him in the inner court.
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The British Duke appeared in the Qianqing Palace with firm and heavy steps.
He walked forward, his knees softened, and he knelt in front of Zhu Youtang's desk.
"Old minister, see your majesty." Zhang Mao first showed his old age, and then said "I'm old and I don't have a few days to live." However, he also wanted to show the heroic spirit of an old man who aims at thousands of miles to show his loyalty to the imperial court.
Zhu Youtang was not stupid. He could see that Zhang Mao was trying to gain sympathy: "Your Majesty, Sir, stand up and speak! Is there something that cannot be said in the court and must come to the inner court?"
Zhang Mao tried to get up from the ground, but he couldn't do it even once, but Dai Yi hurried over to help him and helped him get up shakily.
"Your Majesty, I have an unkind request."
Zhang Mao's words made Zhu Youtang and Dai Yi look at each other.
Zhu Youtang's eyes clearly said, Look, did I get it right? This old guy has always been unable to get up early without any benefit. If he acts like this today, he must be seeking some benefit from me.
Zhu Youtang said: "Speak!"
Zhang Mao said: "Your Majesty, Quanzi has been ill for the past two years and has been bedridden. He has visited famous doctors but to no avail. Whenever I think of this matter, I... feel sad."
Zhu Youtang said impatiently: "I am also very sad about your son's illness, but soft foot disease has been around since ancient times. Didn't I also send the imperial doctor to consult? Didn't I also say that there is no need to worry about life for the time being? Isn’t it enough to recuperate?”
As we all know, although Zhang Mao had many sons, only two survived to adulthood.
One is Zhang Rui and the other is Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming just died in the line of duty two years ago. Now only Zhang Rui is left. Although Zhang Rui already has a son, the eldest son is Zhang Lun, Zhang Mao obviously doesn’t want his only son to die in the line of duty. Return to the west.
"Originally, I wanted him to recover slowly, but in the past two years... his condition has become more and more serious, and now he can't even stay. Even the imperial doctor said that his end is approaching. Recently, I heard that Zhang Jieyuan from Jiangnan seems to be here. He has made great achievements in treating diseases and rescuing people, so I thought if your majesty could invite him..."
"Wait!" Zhu Youtang frowned and interrupted Zhang Mao, "Mr. British, you should know that Zhang Bingkuan treated the princess and donated medicine to the court because he had an expert behind him to help him. Doesn't this matter to him? What does it matter if you know how to cure illnesses?”
"Old minister, there really is no other way to go." Zhang Mao looked depressed, "In the past two years, we have invited everyone from imperial doctors to famous doctors from all over the country, as well as alchemists... and we have also held religious conferences frequently. But I just can’t get rid of the disease.”
Zhu Youtang's brows still didn't relax: "Even if you really want to ask him to come to your home for treatment, you can just look for him on your own after he arrives in the capital. With your face, can he still refuse?"
Zhang Mao said: "Your Majesty, that's it. He is Jieyuan, and he is not usually the one who hangs the pot to help the world..."
Zhu Youtang sneered: "I understand, you think this disease is difficult to cure. As Jieyuan, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, he would not be proud of curing people, and he would have a 'good cure' The idea of taking credit for not being sick, so even if you come to see a doctor, he will probably shirk it and come to me to speak for you. Is this what you mean?"
"Plop!"
Even though Zhang Maodang knelt down again, he kowtowed and said, "I only have one son left alive now. Your Majesty, please consider that my Zhang family is full of loyal people and preserve the blood of this lineage for me."
"Ahem!"
Zhu Youtang coughed twice.
Dai Yi looked distressed and hurried over to caress Zhu Youtang's back. Then he couldn't help but said to Zhang Mao: "Young Master, is this a bit difficult for someone to do?"
Instead, Zhu Youtang stretched out his hand to interrupt Dai Yi.
"Okay, when Zhang Bingkuan arrives in the capital, I will mention this matter to him. If there is nothing else, just step aside!" Zhu Youtang did not refuse Zhang Mao.
Although Zhang Mao's proposal sounds a bit excessive, it is just a smooth word to Zhu Youtang, and Zhu Youtang will still sell this kind of favor.
Wasn't it because of the emperor's majesty that Zhang Zhou was asked to treat Zhang Mao's son Zhang Rui?
How difficult is it?
Zhang Maodao: "I still want my grandson to..."
"Is it over yet?" Zhu Youtang was also angry, "Which is more important, treating your son, or letting your grandson lead the army?"
Zhang Mao heard that the emperor was a little angry and said quickly: "Your Majesty, please calm down and treat the illness first."
If you can save your son, of course you should save him first. If you can't save him, you can then consider cultivating your grandson. Zhang Mao is not stupid at this time. If his son really dies due to illness, the emperor will be merciful and he probably won't have to fight for Zhang Lun. The emperor will also arrange good military positions for him.
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Zhang Mao retreated.
Zhu Youtang also did not shy away from scolding him in front of Dai Yi and other eunuchs: "...Look at him, he can't be so concerned about anything except his own family affairs! He is so shameless and returns the pillar of the country and the head of the honorable ministers. ?Ahem.”
"Your Majesty, you are humble."
Although Zhang Mao came to ask the emperor for help shamelessly and said some words that displeased the emperor, he showed enough humility that the emperor treated him politely while scolding him.
This is Zhang Mao's shrewdness.
After the emperor's cough subsided, Dai Yi asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, can this Zhang Jieyuan know how to treat illnesses? Isn't he just a tribute student? He has never even learned medical skills."
Zhu Youtang said: "How do I know?"
Dai Yi said: "The old slave has read the memorial from Yingtian Mansion, saying that when Zhang Jieyuan was preparing the medicine, the alchemist was not present. He prepared the medicine on his own, but refused to teach the prescription. Behind this... …Is there something hidden?”
"I also have this doubt. It is said that there is a magician with that magical power, but no one has ever seen it. It would be a pity if he cannot be used by me." Zhu Youtang sighed, "Send more people to take care of things along the way, and let Zhang Bingkuan get there early. When he arrives in Beijing, when he arrives, you go and greet him for me, and take him into the palace by the way, and I will ask him face to face!"
