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Lin Jin nodded with a smile. Although he was wondering why Qingweizi came to Fuyunyuan, he looked respectful: "Master Qingweizi."

She looked at the immortal-looking Qingweizi in front of her. Although his hair was full of silver hair, his face was wrinkle-free. He had white hair and a youthful face, and a slight beard. If he hadn't been wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk, she would really have thought he was a Confucian scholar.

"Master, why are you here today?" Lin Jin said as she turned her gaze to the plaque of Fuyun Courtyard. She remembered that Qingweizi was staring at this plaque just now.

Lin Jin wondered if there was something wrong with the plaque, or if there was a hidden secret, but even though her eyes were sore she couldn't figure it out.

Qing Weizi chuckled, as if he found her funny, but his eyes returned to the plaque, and his voice was filled with helplessness: "I told Xianglian back then that the three words Floating Cloud Courtyard were too light."

Lin Jin knew that Qingweizi and Xianglian were involved in the construction of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but he never thought that the name of each courtyard was also very particular.

"Too light?" Lin Jin was puzzled, but seemed to understand something and was a little dazed for a moment.

It is too light, so it cannot sustain life.

Seeing that she understood, Qing Weizi lowered his eyes and said, "If Miss Song wants to stay here, she definitely shouldn't use this name. Why not remove this name and replace it with the two characters Mingyue? Floating clouds are too easy to disperse, but the bright moon is always there."

Lin Jin's lips trembled. What was the point of saying all this when the person was gone? "Since you knew that she was not suitable to live in this courtyard, why didn't you say it? Why didn't you say it back then?"

Xianglian and Qingweizi knew Song Shixia's fate, but neither of them ever said anything and even watched Song Shixia go to demise.

"Just for the so-called justice of the world, so you sacrifice her, right?" Lin Jin didn't believe that since these two people were so powerful, there was really no way to save Song Shixia. "You told him, but you didn't tell Song Shiqiu. You both know it, but no one else knows it!"

Even if the name of this courtyard was given by Xianglian, Qingweizi also acquiesced, didn't he?

Otherwise, how could Song Shiqiu call this courtyard Floating Cloud Courtyard?

Qing Wei Zi had compassion in his eyes and sighed quietly, "Ms. Lin, be modest and don't be angry or resentful. Do you want to live in resentment and pain for the rest of your life because of Song Er?"

"So what? I have never done anything evil, so I can't even hate anyone? You and Xianglian are saints, but I am not." Lin Jin inhaled with trembling lips, and his breathing was trembling. "You watched her die before your eyes, don't you really feel the slightest bit of guilt?"

"You told me that fate cannot be changed, so why did you block her way out?" Lin Jin questioned Qing Weizi at the top of her lungs. She originally thought it was just fate and coincidence, but she didn't expect that even the name of this courtyard was calculated. "If you really follow the will of heaven, why did you have to name this courtyard so inappropriately for her?"

What do you mean by God’s will cannot be violated? Is it God’s will that cannot be violated, or are these people pushing it in the name of God’s will and preventing sentient beings from saving themselves?

Qingweizi shook his head helplessly, everything was fate. Xianglian's behavior was also predetermined. He had not continued to calculate since he calculated the divine star that year, but the way of heaven still allowed him to sense the variables in Lin Er and Lin Liu. The gears of fate had begun to turn since the arrival of these two souls from other worlds.

Xianglian has entered the game, and being in it, naturally, she can no longer see clearly.

He bowed to Lin Jin and said, "Miss Lin, the one who tied the bell must be the one who can untie it. The word 'floating cloud' is no longer good for the fortune of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Only when it is replaced by the bright moon can the good fortune continue. Don't worry about the bright moon ending, the night pearl will come."

Lin Jin exhaled a breath of cold air, his mind was in a state of confusion: "Thank you for your guidance, Taoist Priest."

After she finished speaking, she asked someone to entertain Qingweizi well, turned around and left, going back to organize her own plan. However, she was thinking in her heart that since Song Shiqiu was not around, she should think about who should write the plaque. It had to be written nicely.

Lianyi thought Lin Jin was still sad, so she asked someone to make some hot tea for Lin Jin to replenish her qi and blood, and brought it to her: "Madam, you haven't recovered completely yet. Miss Zhining said that you are weak, so she prescribed a medicinal diet for you to replenish your qi and blood. Drink it while it's hot."

Lin Jin took the bowl of hot tea and drank it all.

"Madam, let it go." Lianyi advised gently, "I understand that you and the second young lady have a good relationship, but it is precisely because of this that you should be more open-minded."

"I'm fine. I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm just wondering who has the best handwriting and I want him to help write a plaque for me." Although Lin Jin can write, she is not good at writing big characters. She still needs to find a suitable person to do it. "Since the master is not here, I have to arrange this."

Lianyi tilted her head in confusion: "Then why don't you just ask Lord Liu to write it? There are many people out there who buy Lord Liu's calligraphy and paintings at high prices."

"There are still people who are willing to accept this?" It was hard for Lin Jin not to suspect that those people were accepting the calligraphy and paintings in order to please Liu Zhengqing, and wanted to use the calligraphy and paintings as a stepping stone. However, according to her understanding, Liu Zhengqing would not pay attention to these people and would even think that they were fools.

"There are quite a few people who accept it." Lian Yi said seriously, and then as if she had thought of something, she leaned close to Lin Jin's ear and said, "I heard from people around Lord Liu that Lord Liu sometimes deliberately gave his calligraphy and paintings to servants so that they could exchange them for money to supplement their household expenses."

Lin Jin wanted to laugh: "Ah?"

This is a bit unlike something Liu Zhengqing would do.

"I know a maid in Lord Liu's house. I met her when I went shopping on the street before. She told me in secret that when Lord Liu is in a good mood, he will give them some calligraphy and paintings." Lianyi smiled secretly.

"Well, I don't know whether I should sympathize with them or not." Lin Jin tried his best to hold back his laughter. After all, it was his brother who did it, and he didn't seem to have the face to laugh at others. "But from what you said, it seems that the brother is more suitable."

Lin Jin got an idea and continued to revise the plan. He also wrote a letter to Tu Huaining in the north, asking if he could open a school and recruit students.

After finishing all these, she took the plan and went to Liu Mansion to find Liu Zhengqing. She was a complete action-oriented person and did not procrastinate at all.

"Brother, please take a look at these two plans. I want you to hand them over to His Majesty for me." Lin Jin first told Liu Zhengqing the main things. "After the improvements in the past few years, the yield of herbal cultivation is much higher than before, and the price of medicinal materials is much lower than three or four years ago. If Daxia comes up with corresponding policies, many people will no longer have the embarrassing situation of having no access to medical care as before."

Although Shangshan Tang has been providing free medical services for many years, it is only limited to the capital. However, the medical insurance policy can cover the entire Daxia. Shangshan Tang's model is not a solution after all. Its model makes it almost impossible for other doctors to survive here, even those in surrounding cities. After all, there are free medical resources here.

To put it bluntly, if Shangshantang was not backed by the Prime Minister's Mansion, it would have been impossible for it to open.

Liu Zhengqing looked at these plans. In addition to the medical insurance plan, Lin Jin also added a poverty alleviation policy, because the things that Lin Jin would do later would generate a large demand for workers, which would be equivalent to increasing job opportunities for the people.

The prototype of replacing agriculture with workers has already been formed in the plan, which can solve the dilemma of some people having no source of income and will not affect the interests of those people. It is inconsistent with future policies, but it has the shadow of the future and can be carried out in Daxia.

"What have you thought of these days?" Liu Zhengqing pursed his lips slightly. Every change would cause disputes. Even if it was really suitable for the development of Daxia, there would still be people who held opposing opinions. And Lin Jin's plans basically turned medical care upside down.