Chapter 209 Natural Disasters in Various Places
The crow's warning was ultimately ruined and turned into a comedy. The emperor led all his ministers to be on high alert, waiting for the opponent's next move.

The troops surged, one team went to rescue the imperial mausoleum, and more troops were protecting the safety of everyone.

But surprisingly, they waited for a long time but did not see the enemy's next move.

Li Minghe didn't care about so much. He showed up with everyone, mainly because the abbot was going to tidy up the imperial mausoleum.

This is of great importance as it concerns the destiny of the country, and only the abbot can handle such matters.

The imperial mausoleum was taken over by the abbot, while Li Minghe escorted the emperor and others back to the court. Song Qingwan also returned home safely with the Seven Saints.

But this time it was already the sixth day of the New Year, and Chu Changsheng had already stayed in the Song family's guest room for three days.

He had originally planned to have the surgery the next day, but Song Qingwan and Jiang Ling went out overnight and did not return for several days, so he could only wait. This was a good opportunity for him to cultivate his relationship with Song Qingya for a few days.

I realized that the age difference between them was only four or five years, but their hobbies and habits were surprisingly similar. I have to say, this marriage seemed to be destined.

The two of them got along more and more harmoniously, and the parents of both sides were very happy to see this, so they quickly chose the 18th of this month for the Prince of Chu's Palace to propose marriage.

Song Qingwan didn't want to delay Chu Changsheng's treatment any longer, so on the seventh day, she worked with Jiang Ling to detoxify and perform surgery on Chu Changsheng.

For such an important event, the Princess of Chu must of course be present in person.

This was a woman who had always been strong-willed. But when she saw her son being pushed into the operating room, she could no longer suppress the worry on her face.

Princess Chu grabbed Song Qingwan's hand. If possible, she really wanted to ask for help, but she also knew that she couldn't put too much pressure on Song Qingwan. After all, this was an incurable disease. In the end, she could only say palely, "Wanwan, I'll leave my immortality to you."

Song Qingwan had already put on a mask, so all that could be seen was her smiling eyes, which soothed people's hearts like mysterious stars. "Okay, I'll do my best."

Song Qingwan couldn't comfort her by saying that this disease was easy to cure. In fact, it took her and Jiang Ling a lot of thought. Moreover, she also wanted the Chu family to owe her a favor so that when her sister really married into the family in the future, she would have more confidence.

Two men entered the room carrying a medical kit. Chu Changsheng had already changed into clean clothes and was lying down, with one arm and one leg exposed.

This was the doctor's previous request. Jiang Ling wanted to take Song Qingwan's pulse, and she wanted to perform surgery on her leg.

"The pulse is fine, go ahead. Otherwise, we can just give him a general anesthesia, which will help detoxify him at the same time."

"Hey, it's easier."

The muffled voices of the two "doctors" coming from under their masks made Chu Changsheng's heart skip a beat. He felt vaguely uneasy, as if these two people were taking revenge on him.

The specific incident might be because of Song Qingya, or maybe they wanted to give him a warning.

I just hope that Song Qingwan, this extraordinary woman, truly loves her sister, and can be a little gentler to him for Song Qingya's sake. Just a little bit, Chu Changsheng feels that he should be able to get through it.

There were strange silver needles that could shoot out jets of water, the clinking sounds of countless metal knives and scissors colliding, long ropes, and black medicine that looked like poison, and transparent medicine that looked like water and was useless.

Can this strange method really help him stand up again? Or should we just forget it? It doesn’t matter if he can’t stand up. He can just lie down for the rest of his life. Song Qingya won’t despise him anyway.
Chu Changsheng was a little nervous, and his mind started to wander.

But the next moment, Jiang Ling forced him to drink the bowl of strange medicine, and Song Qingwan also gave him a needle on the back of his hand. Soon, Chu Changsheng lost consciousness.

"Hahaha, the kid is almost scared to death. Isn't he the little war god?" Jiang Ling found it very funny to scare the fearless little war god. "Maybe we look too scary. Let's get started."

In addition to anesthesia, silver needles were used to stop bleeding. Song Qingwan then cut open the wound, took out the broken bones first, then transplanted and fixed the prepared stainless iron sheets, and waited for the bones to grow back before taking them out again.

Fortunately, she has very good eyesight, otherwise it would have been difficult to perform the surgery.

The operation took an hour and was over. When Song Qingwan came out, she saw a large crowd of people, all waiting nervously. Song Qingwan smiled and comforted them, "The fragments have been taken out. It should be fine if you recover in the future."

As for rehabilitation care, she really didn't have time to take care of it, so she could only leave it to Song Qingya, and she would only come to check on it when she was free.

Song Qingwan is really busy.

Their factory started working on the eighth day of the first lunar month, processing foreign trade orders and preparing goods for export. The best-selling items were glass cups and blue and white porcelain. Fortunately, the raw materials for these two items were easy to find, and the production process went smoothly.

The most difficult thing was the annexation of the Grand Princess's business and power. Once this behemoth fell, all the fish and shrimps swarmed in and rushed to divide the delicious food.

If Song Qingwan didn't want to fall behind, she had to join the action, so she and the cadres of the Jing Factory went out early and came back late, and were busy every day.

Of course, the gains were considerable, because she had many capable people under her and sufficient start-up capital, and she directly snatched half of the eldest princess's business.

As the territory expands, things will become more and more complicated. First, we need to reform the original system of the princess, and then improve production technology and a series of other issues.

Fortunately, the Jing Factory took in more and more workers and asked the early veterans to take on management positions, so they had more and more manpower available.

But the weather this year is so weird. It's already the end of the first month of the lunar calendar and it's still freezing cold. It's like this in the capital, not to mention the cold areas in the north. More and more gangsters are rushing into the capital in the wind and snow.

"Most of them are hooligans who fled from the north. They were all stopped outside the capital. We took some of them into the city, and put some in the fine factories outside Beijing, but the factories will soon be full."

Jiang Ling was in charge of personnel, and she still felt that her daughter was too soft-hearted. She was someone the court should appease, so why did she take all the pressure on herself? She couldn't understand.

Of course, this abnormality was undoubtedly a disaster, and the imperial court had already started disaster relief early. Song Qingwan hadn't seen Li Minghe for a long time, and it was possible that he had already left the capital under the man's disguise.

"If it can't hold all the space, we can build another house. But the only thing we're worried about is that there won't be enough grain in the capital. The price of grain is rising again and again. The market has banned the sale of large quantities of grain at high prices, causing the price of grain on the black market to skyrocket." Xie Qingcheng was as well-informed as ever.

Although they had stockpiled enough food before the New Year, it was not enough to feed these refugees. This was a big problem. But they needed a lot of manpower, and the Jing Factory was in a dilemma for a while.

Song Qingwan tapped the table and suddenly thought of something, "Have you seen the grain that the princess has stored?

She had calculated early on that there would be a snowstorm, so it was impossible for her to stockpile only clothes without stockpiling food. Besides, Prince Qing had previously raised a lot of private soldiers, which also required a large amount of food.

But I heard from Li Minghe that they did not find the princess's private treasures and food. "So they must have hidden it, right?

"I'll ask Zhizhi to investigate this matter. Try to accept as many refugees as possible. Many businesses are trying to take them away, so we'll do our best." Human resources are also a kind of wealth and strength, so Song Qingwan will accept them no matter what.

"Then let's continue building houses and recruiting people~" Everyone got busy again.

Song Qingwan was so busy that she was dizzy. Her complexion was getting worse day by day. One morning, after getting up, she suddenly fainted.
Finished~