The system favors me so much, I get eight meals a day while escaping from famine

While getting dressed, Jiang Qingyi noticed that the skin on her hands had turned snow-white, and then she remembered that it was time to eat the pomegranate seeds.

However, this time Jiang Qingyi only ate two-thirds of the pill. Now that she has calmed down, she doesn't need to pretend like that anymore, and her skin is slowly turning white again.

After taking a shower, Jiang Qingyi went to see Old Lady Jiang again, "Grandma, are we running out of winter clothes?"

Mrs. Jiang sighed, "There's nothing we can do if it's not enough. We don't have much savings at home, and we can't even buy the worst fabrics."

Jiang Qingyi only had two pieces of rough linen (13 meters * 1.5 meters) in her space, which could be made into three pieces of clothing at most, not enough for one person, let alone other things.

She also sighed. It seemed that what she was more anxious about right now was making money. Although she didn't have to worry about food, she was short of everything else.

By the time everyone in the family has finished taking a shower, the morning is over.

Zhao was the last one to finish washing. After she finished, she went to ask Old Lady Jiang, "Mom, what are we having for lunch today?"

After Old Mrs. Jiang looked around the kitchen, she hurriedly pulled Jiang Qingyi over.

Jiang Qingyi asked in confusion, "Grandma, what happened?"

"You'll find out if you come with me and take a look."

Old Mrs. Jiang pulled Jiang Qingyi directly to the kitchen, pointed at the two cabinets and said, "Go and take a look at those two cabinets."

Jiang Qingyi walked to the cabinet with a suspicious look on her face and carefully opened it. Inside was a bag of rice, a bag of flour, oil, salt, sauce, and a few strips of bacon.

This doesn't seem to be a problem, so why is Mrs. Jiang so anxious?

Jiang Qingyi turned around and said, "Grandma, these things seem to be fine."

Old Lady Jiang slapped her thigh and said, "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with this thing, but I don't dare touch it. What if someone didn't take it away and comes back to find me? What should I do?"

Jiang Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought something was wrong, but it turned out to be just this. She comforted him, "Grandma, don't worry. These things are all ours. Just use them with confidence."

Jiang Qingyi didn't think that someone like Zhao Jing would do something like leaving something here and then coming to take it away.

Old Mrs. Jiang smiled. "Oh, I feel relieved when you say that. Let's have a good lunch today!"

Jiang Qingyi thought of the fried pork ribs, roast duck, and fried chicken of various flavors in the space, so she whispered to Old Lady Jiang, "Grandma, just steamed buns for lunch, I have other things here."

Old Mrs. Jiang smiled and nodded at Jiang Qingyi, "Okay, I got it, you can go out and play."

At noon, everyone was stunned to see the table full of plump white steamed buns and several large plates of meat.

Jiang Ping's eyes widened as he asked, "Grandma, why do you eat so well? We can't celebrate this."

Jiang Dashan slapped his eldest son on the head and said, "You are so talkative even though I'm giving you food to eat!"

Jiang Qingyi ate the fried chicken she had been craving for, and her face showed one of satisfaction.

It was also the first time for others to taste this flavor, and after tasting it, their movements suddenly became much faster.

In the end, all the food on the table was eaten up by the family, and Chen happily cleaned up the dishes.

The others went to rest in their rooms.

In the afternoon, Zhao Jing came again. He came to deliver the household registration certificate and the house deeds and land deeds, and also brought back the stack of silver bills.

Jiang Qingyi refused the banknote with great pain, "Master Zhao, I have already used this house to pay for my help to your young master, so you should take this banknote back."

Since she refused to take it anyway, Zhao Jing had no choice but to take it back, "Miss Jiang, are you guys used to being here?"

Jiang Qingyi nodded and said, "Thank you very much. The house is very comfortable to live in."

Zhao Jing said politely, "As long as Miss Jiang is satisfied."

"Master Zhao, do you know that there is a refugee resettlement site outside the city?"

Zhao Jing didn't know why Jiang Qingyi asked this, but he answered honestly, "Everyone in the capital should know that the emperor handed the refugee issue over to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Oh, I went to check last night. The people at the refugee settlement had symptoms of shortness of breath, severe coughing, and coughing up blood. I think it should be plague. Lord Zhao should not go out of the city recently."

Zhao Jing exclaimed, "Plague! Is what Miss Jiang said true?"

Jiang Qingyi smiled and said, "I'm not bored, why would I lie to you about this? I'm just giving you a kind reminder, it's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"In that case, thank you Miss Jiang. Miss Jiang, please be careful. Zhao will go back first."

Jiang Qingyi sent the people out. She thought, at least the message was sent out. Whether the people in Jiangjia Village could survive depended on luck.

At this time, in the refugee resettlement site, Doctor Li was taking the pulse of a refugee. He looked very unhappy because this was the thirteenth patient with the same symptoms he had come into contact with.

After taking the patient's pulse, Doctor Li withdrew his hand and was about to tell the patient what happened, but unexpectedly the patient started coughing violently and vomiting.

The patient weakly shouted, "Doctor, help me, please save me!"

Doctor Li rushed to give first aid, but in the end the patient could not be saved.

Doctor Li was also filled with worry, because he had confirmed that the refugees here were infected with the plague, and knew that most of the people here were beyond help, and even he himself was afraid...

The matter was so serious that it was beyond the control of a small doctor like him. He had to report it to his superiors.

When the news of the epidemic reached the eldest prince's palace, Qin Xiang, one of the eldest prince's advisers, was praising him highly, believing that as long as he could solve the refugee problem, he would be a strong contender for the position in the future, and he was also the eldest prince.

The person who brought the news waited for the eunuch to report, then he knelt down and said, "Reporting to the eldest prince, the doctor below reported that plague has appeared in the refugee resettlement point."

The happy expression on the face of the eldest prince Sikong Zhuye disappeared instantly. He stood up from the chair with a thud, and a book on the table fell to the ground with a bang. Then he roared,

"What did you say? Plague. When was it discovered?"

"The doctor sent by our people today reported it after discovering it was plague."

Qin Xiang beside him whispered, "Your Highness, the most urgent task is to control the plague first and not let those refugees come to the city."

Sikong Zhuye gritted his teeth and said, "You, go tell General Wang to take 2,000 men to round up the refugees and not let any of them out. Then secretly gather doctors in the city and send them to the resettlement site. Go quickly."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Qin Xiang knew that this was not right, but he couldn't think of a better way for the time being, so the eldest prince had to go.

The eldest prince paced back and forth in the study anxiously, struggling over whether or not to report the matter to his father.

A serious matter like plague happened in the capital. If he didn't report it, even after the refugees were cured, he would be accused of failing to do his job well, which would not benefit him at all.

If he reported it directly, he would probably be scolded badly.