Chapter 567: Spirit Spring System in a Qing Dynasty Setting (18)

"Oh my! It's actually a prince!"

"A high-ranking personage like a scion of the imperial house is actually serving porridge and building shelters for commoners like us?"

"I told you the current Emperor is a good emperor!"

"Shh! Daring to recklessly discuss the Emperor, are you tired of living?"

"I just think I'm lucky! Besides, this is the truth! Am I not allowed to speak the truth?"

"..."

This conversation was recorded faithfully by the secret guards and delivered to the dragon desk in the Imperial Study.

After reading it, Kangxi couldn't help but laugh: "Ever since that girl in the Fourth Prince's household started studying medicine under Chang Jingtian, her temperament has become increasingly clever."

He paused, the smile on his face slightly fading: "I just don't know how Lao Ba predicted that last night's heavy snow would collapse the civilian houses. The disaster victims hadn't even been settled yet, and he had already finished cooking porridge? Investigate!"

The news uncovered made Kangxi fly into a great rage.

"This Guoluoluo Shi! Was she hoping for a snow disaster to happen? Since she could think to soak the Rice in advance and even arrange manpower to keep an eye on the village houses, why couldn't she think to notify the commoners to reinforce their roofs? Did she have to wait until they collapsed to perform the superficial gesture of transporting a pot of porridge out of the city for charity? Is her brain made of paper? What kind of things is she thinking about!"

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, as if he had thought of something, and his sharp eyes narrowed.

Then he sneered: "This son of mine, his heart has grown ambitious too!"

Xie Yang did not know how long she had been busy when she suddenly heard a pleasant broadcast from the Sub-system in her ear:

【Congratulations to the Host for completing Extra Task 1—using the Spirit Spring to treat and save one hundred people in total. Spirit Spring quality has been upgraded to Level One. Quack!】

Xie Yang was stunned for a moment. Had the pills she sent out been taken by a hundred people in total?

【The Ginger Tea counts too, duck! Quack!】

It turned out that the Ginger Tea infused with Spirit Spring Water had cured a portion of the patients with mild symptoms.

This was something she hadn't expected.

What an unexpected harvest!

Taking advantage of a break to drink water, Xie Yang diverted her attention to check on the upgraded Spirit Spring System and found that the Spirit Spring Water gurgling out of the spring eye seemed much more concentrated than before.

The effect of using it was also better than before.

Xie Yang took a sip of Level One Spirit Spring Water while drinking, and instantly, her throat, which had become dry and hoarse from talking too much, quickly recovered to its best state.

Her whole person also felt a bit more energetic.

It had only just reached Level One, and the effect was already this much stronger?

Then what about Level Two, Level Three... and even the highest, Level Seven? It wouldn't really be able to bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones, would it?

【That's impossible! How can you save someone who is already dead?】

The Sub-system flapped its wings twice and said with a quack:

【But as long as they still have one breath left, they can be saved with the Level Seven Spirit Spring.】

That wasn't too heaven-defying, then.

A truly skilled divine doctor, as long as the patient still had one breath, could also use a Gold Needle to save them.

【The efficacy of the Level Seven Spirit Spring is not just for saving people.】

The Sub-system said in a proud tone:

【It can also cleanse the marrow and cut the tendons, and be reborn. Animals that drink it can gain intelligence and enlightenment, and plants that drink it will accelerate their growth, and the flowers they bloom and fruits they bear will all be rich in spiritual energy! Quack!】

It can accelerate plant growth? If century-old Ginseng is watered with Level Seven Spirit Spring, it can be harvested in three to five years? That is truly tempting!

Xie Yang thought of the slow-growing Immortal Grass and said to the Sub-system: Alright, alright! I will work hard to upgrade you, Xiao Lan.

I'll ask Master later; if it's possible, I'll come to the city gate for free clinics every so often in the future.

Actually, work at the Taiyi Shu is quite idle most of the time, and besides, a free clinic is not like today's disaster relief; it doesn't require everyone to be mobilized.

Except for her, she could pair up with a few younger imperial physicians, bring the pills she had made in advance, sit at the city gate, and provide free consultations to the fellow villagers entering and leaving the city. Minor ailments could be treated on the spot with acupuncture and medicine. For those that couldn't be cured for the time being, she would write a prescription for them to go get medicine themselves or go to a medical clinic in the city for further treatment.

Thinking about it, it should be feasible.

But for now, it's better to take care of the disaster victims first.

"Great Eldest Miss, the Ginger Tea has been distributed. Do we need to continue boiling more?"

A guard walked over and asked.

Xie Yang looked up at the disaster victims queuing behind, and since the number was still quite large, she nodded: "Continue boiling. Did the convoy that brought the medicinal materials bring ginger chunks?"

"Yes! Imperial Physician Chang specifically instructed to send more ginger chunks."

"Good, then wash a few ginger chunks, put them in the pot to boil, and after it boils, turn to low heat and add three spoonfuls of this honey."

The Spirit Spring Ginger Tea in the sheepskin water bag had long been used up. Xie Yang, under the cover of the medicine chest, took out a jar of Red Sugar Honey Paste that she had boiled in advance with Spirit Spring Water from her stockpile.

"If you need to boil more Ginger Tea later, use the same ratio: a pot of water, four or five ginger chunks, and three spoonfuls of honey. Once it's boiled in a while, remember to send a pot to my Father."

"Yes!"

A quarter of an hour later, Si Ye, who was in charge of coordination, received a pot of Ginger Tea sent by the guard.

He had indeed been talking until his lips were chapped and his throat was burning. The Ginger Tea that Haiyin boiled had a faint ginger taste and didn't sting the throat, but drinking it made his body warm up quickly, and he drank nearly half a pot in one go.

"Fourth Brother, what good thing are you drinking? Give your younger brother a sip."

Shisanye had also arrived for a while. Seeing his Fourth Brother stop to drink water while talking, and smelling that it didn't have the bland scent of ordinary tea, he grinned and leaned over, begging for the sheepskin water bag to drink half a pot.

After finishing it, he let out a burp and sighed with satisfaction: "This was also boiled by my eldest niece? She's really capable!"

The corners of Si Ye's mouth, which had been drooping due to the disaster all morning, curved slightly.

He turned and instructed the guard: "When the Primary Wife sends snacks over later, remember to send some to the Great Eldest Miss."

Shisanye quickly said: "You can send them now. When I came, the Primary Wife prepared quite a lot of food; share some with my eldest niece."

As he spoke, he had someone present the food boxes brought from his manor, picked a few pieces of each snack, packed them separately, and had them sent to Xie Yang.

At noon, the number of patients in line gradually decreased; this was because they couldn't endure the hunger and went to collect the disaster relief Rice porridge first.

Xie Yang took advantage of the spare time to drink a few mouthfuls of Ginger Tea boiled with Level One Spirit Spring.

"Eldest Gege, this was sent by Si Ye and Shisanye with their instructions."

The guard by Si Ye's side delivered a food box and a handled clay pot. Inside the food box were the snacks Shisanye had sent to fill her stomach, and in the clay pot was the chicken soup Si Fujin had just sent someone to deliver.

A layer of oil floated on the surface of the soup; after skimming the grease away, the soup underneath was still piping hot.

Shaoyao immediately ladled a bowl for her little mistress.

"Does Father have any?" Xie Yang asked the guard.

The guard indicated that his master also had some, and additionally, the Fujin had sent people to deliver fine rice for the disaster victims to cook into porridge.

Si Fujin had made very thorough arrangements, so Xie Yang stopped worrying about it.

She looked down at the clay pot, wanting to share a bowl with her master and the others, but a single clay pot of chicken soup was probably only enough for ten or so people to drink, yet the Taiyi Shu, added to the infantry lads who were helping maintain order and had been standing in the wind and snow for so long that their faces were windburned red, totaled thirty or forty people, so it certainly would not be enough for everyone.

Raising her eyes, she saw that the pot for boiling ginger tea was nearly empty again, and she immediately had an idea...