Wanping County is located in the north, and because it is surrounded by mountains and has inconvenient transportation, it is relatively poor as a whole, and the surrounding counties, villages, and towns are more backward and poor than the other.

However, according to the overall land area of the northern city, Wanping County is the only way to go down to the south of the Yangtze River, so it is also the richest city in the northern region, and there are even many wealthy merchants in the south of the Yangtze River to expand their business here.

If you talk about the richest family in Wanping County, it must be the Murong family who was rich enough to rival the country at the beginning, but finally moved north to Wanping City and lived in the city for nearly ten years.

In the county office, Zhou Ziwei and Cen Beisheng were both sad, and the table in front of them was full of mountain-like files and books, but they still had a headache, Zhou Ziwei rubbed her eyebrows and looked at Qingyuan, who had just come back:

"It is the duty of a doctor to save people, have you asked them why they refuse to be treated?"

Qingyuan nodded: "I asked, but they all said that because of the previous snow disaster, the medicinal materials could not be sent in, and there was no way to admit them, and there were also people in several medical centers who were admitted to the hospital who were infected with this disease, so no one dared to come forward again." ”

"How unreasonable!" Cen Beisheng slapped his palm on the table when he heard this, expressing dissatisfaction with such a result.

Qingyuan hesitated for a while, and saw that Zhou Ziwei didn't say anything, so he said thoughtfully: "There is another strange thing, when my subordinates went down to investigate, I found that even if other medical centers no longer admit new patients, they were not closed, but the door of the largest Jishi Medical Center in the city was closed, I don't know why, my subordinates still guarded for a long time, but they found that they received a lot of things sent by Jiangnan at the back door." ”

"Jishi Medical Center?" Zhou Ziwei muttered to herself, searching for the memory of the name in her mind, but found nothing, but the situation that Qingyuan found was indeed strange.

"The thing being transported is medicinal herbs."

Cen Beisheng spoke up, provoked Zhou Ziwei to look sideways, and Qingyuan also cast a puzzled gaze: "How do you know?" ”

He got up, rummaged through the bookshelf behind him for a while, found a notebook, and handed it to Zhou Mingshu, Zhou Ziwei took the book, flipped through the two pages, and the person next to him also explained:

"Behind the Jishi Medical Center is the richest and richest businessman in the entire Wanping County. The Murong family, they are also the largest supplier of materials in Wanping City. "

Listening to Cen Beisheng's words, Zhou Ziwei also immediately found the record of the Murong family in the city record in his hand.

They were originally a big family in the south of the Yangtze River, and the children of the clan were born with a deep study of the way of doing business, and they were even rich in their heyday, but then they didn't know what happened to them, and the side branches were scattered, and the family was unable to support the huge family business in Jiangnan, so they quietly moved north to Wanping City.

But despite the heavy losses they suffered, their abilities should not be underestimated, and after moving north, they quickly took root in Wanping County, and it can be said that the economic lifeline of the entire Wanping City is now in the hands of their families.

"If I'm not mistaken, the medicinal materials in the City Chinese Medicine Hall are all purchased from the Murong family, if the Murong family no longer provides medicinal materials, they will indeed have no medicine to cure the disease and save people."

Cen Beisheng seemed to know all about these situations, Zhou Ziwei put the city aside, the situation described above was not much different, but I didn't expect that such a big place as Wanping County would still be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, compared with the Murong family, the previous Yuan family really couldn't get on the table.

The Yuan family controls the iron ore, but after all, they still have to obey the orders of the imperial court, but the Murong family has been in business for generations, and in addition to paying taxes, they are not coerced by the imperial court at all.

"But what good is it for them not to supply medicinal herbs? If the herb is moldy and loses its medicinal properties, it will not be sold in the same way. Qingyuan scratched his head, after all, he had seen very little, and he couldn't see the twists and turns clearly.

Cen Beisheng didn't answer immediately, but just shifted his gaze to Zhou Ziwei.

With such a familiar business method, it is not difficult for a modern person to understand the intention behind it.

"Hoarding medicinal materials and monopolizing Wanpingcheng Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. to make a profit from it." In order to explain more clearly, Zhou Ziwei gave another example: "It's the same reason that those rice merchants raised the price of rice before, and the purpose was just for money." ”

With her explanation, Qingyuan quickly understood, but the top priority was not the Murong family.

Seeing that it was not early and the day was about to pass, Zhou Ziwei's expression moved slightly, and she hurriedly got up and was about to go out.

"Where are you going?"

Cen Beisheng subconsciously asked, Zhou Ziwei looked at the movements in her hands, and didn't raise her head: "It's getting late, I have to take a look at the situation of the people in person, anyway, there will be no medicinal materials for a while, and if I don't find out the cause, I just move the Tianshan Snow Lotus over, and I don't know how to use medicine." ”

"It's bitterly cold outside, and you're going so rashly, I'm afraid you'll be ......"

"I don't have time to think so much, today I put down my cruel words in front of the county lord, I must find out the truth, this is not the time to hesitate."

Before Cen Beisheng's words were finished, he was immediately interrupted by Zhou Ziwei, Zhou Ziwei wrapped herself in a cloak, and opened the door suddenly, the biting cold wind drilled straight into the person's neck, and she shivered with cold.

But this did not stop Zhou Ziwei's footsteps, she shouted Qingyuan, strode into the wind and snow, Cen Beisheng behind her saw her so careless, and sighed.

When it comes to caring for the people, I am afraid that sometimes he is indeed inferior to Zhou Mingshu.

"I'll go with you!"

casually took off the cloak on the side, and Cen Beisheng also hurriedly went out to catch up with Zhou Ziwei's pace.

In order to ensure unnecessary trouble, the two dressed up in disguise, changed into light coarse cloth clothes, and the carriage stopped and waited at a long distance, Zhou Ziwei insisted on not bringing an attendant, and Cen Beisheng could only make the same choice as her.

But when leaving, he quietly gestured behind him, letting his secret guard follow from a distance.

The two visited the places where refugees gathered the most, street corners, broken temples, and even unknown small corners, until the moon set and the stars were scarce, and then they stopped to rest for a while.

Near the night, the temperature plummeted, Zhou Ziwei was thin, and in order to disguise, she was wearing a coarse cloth coat that did not cover the wind, at this moment, her little face was frozen white, the criminal was bloodless, her body was trembling, but she was still thinking about what she had just seen.

"Have you noticed that only a few of the places we went to were in serious condition, and they were all damp and cold places with a large number of people?"

"Is that true, do you have eyebrows?"

Cen Beisheng looked at Zhou Mingshu, who was a head shorter, the situation in his eyes was complicated, and he couldn't see the winter clothes he was wearing before, but now that the two of them had changed their clothes, he found that Zhou Mingshu was a big man, petite like a woman, and there were not a few taels of flesh on his body, no wonder he shivered with cold.

"I've thought of a possibility, but I still need to confirm it—you, what are you doing?"